...read all about it!Glad you could join us today to learn all about Kristy Centeno !
Hi Kristy, and welcome! Can you tell us a little about yourself?
I’m a hard working mother of four and the
eldest of four children. I was born in a small City in a Caribbean island some
twenty something years ago and moved to the USA when I was four. I developed a
love for books even before I could read them and my parents encouraged my
passion by supplying a healthy amount of books, which I read often.
What or who initially inspired you to become a
writer?
What truly inspired
me to become a writer were the multiple voices in my head begging me to let
them out of that vault in my brain and for me tell their story : )
Actually, I had so
many different stories in my head that I wanted to do something about it.
Instead of letting them go to waste, I decided to write them down and play with
them a little. Eventually, ideas became paragraphs and those paragraphs turned
into stories.
With the support of
my loved ones, I kept pushing forward to get where I wanted to go.
What kind of research do you do for a novel and
how extensive do you get?
I do research only if
I want to incorporate something into the plot or background for any of my
characters, or need facts about a certain place and am not completely sure how
to proceed. I’m usually really extensive, taking anywhere from several hours to
several days reading every bit of information I find either in books or the
web. I want the information I use to be as accurate as possible so I take my
time when it comes to research.
Do you have a special place you like to do your
writing? Such as an office, a spare room, the dining room table, your couch?
I do actually. My
dining room table. From there I can keep an eye on my toddler and still be able
to write without losing sight of him.
As a reader, what types of works do you like to
read and do you think they influence the genre/genres you write in?
I read Paranormal Romance,
Erotic Romance, Horror, Thrillers, Young Adult, Mysteries, and occasionally
True Crime.
Reading paranormal
books inspired me to write about the paranormal so I guess you can say that in
a way, reading has influenced what I write about.
What is your favorite method of writing...as in
laptop, desktop, Ipad or the old fashioned pencil and paper?? And do you plot out your story or go with the
flow of your muse?
My laptop is my favorite method of writing.
However, when I’m on the go and I suddenly have an idea that I know I will or
must use in one of my projects, I take out a small notebook I always carry with
me and a pen.
I never plot my story ahead of time. I always
go with the flow because the outline comes as I type so that’s what works for
me.
When you need a break or some time off from the
trials of being a writer, what can you be found doing?
Well, you can find me
doing several things. One might see me spending time with the kiddies, either
watching TV with them, or reading a book to them, or playing a game. I might
take them to the park, the pool, or even shopping. When the kids are at school or asleep, you
might find me listening to music, trying my best to relax both my mind and
body. Or I might be sitting down on the couch with hubby and a cup of warm
coffee in one hand, watching a good movie or talking about what went on during
the day.
Is there anything about yourself nobody knows
that you would like to share with our readers??
Even though I
procrastinate a lot, I’m still able to find time to get things done : )
For fun, I have a few personal questions,
Your Favorite 5
1) Favorite color - blue
2) Favorite dessert – NY
cheesecake
3) Favorite Season - winter
4) Favorite sad song- Guren
(this song has a special meaning for hubby and I)
5) Favorite Romantic movie – The
Notebook
And a bonus, what is your ideal romantic
vacation??
My ideal romantic vacation would start with a trip to Europe with hubby, and would include things like late night diners in the best restaurants, concerts, sightseeing, and lots of alone time : )
Where can our readers find you??
Email: kristycenteno@yahoo.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/KristyCenteno
Website/blog: www.kristycenteno.com
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/8896423-kristy-centeno
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Blurb:
When desire battles with the forbidden and passion overrules
obligation, at the end of the night, which will win?
Victoria Bonvalet, a purebred werewolf, has no
desire to mate to an alpha not of her choosing and after a one of a kind
encounter with the mysterious blood lord Tristan Garland rattles her existence,
she knows that she could never share any part of herself without love being the
number one incentive.
Tristan, a vampire of over a thousand years, no
longer cares much for the world or the creatures inhabiting it. But when he
meets the beautiful she-wolf invading his deep woods territory, he realizes
that it’s never too late to find your perfect match, even if she belongs to the
opposite branch of all mythological beings. But even as they begin to explore
their in-depth feelings for each other, can they find a way to be together
without starting a war between two enemy species?
Excerpt:
Even as she took several steps towards her car,
Victoria could still sense it getting closer. The scent emanating from this
being wasn’t one she was used too. It was different, unique somehow. It was not
unpleasant by any means, just different. The incredibly fast speed in which it
traveled was another clear indication of its supernatural origins. No human on
earth could move that fast. Victoria was certain of two things, this being
wasn’t human and neither was it a werewolf. Then what could it be?
Victoria refused to be afraid even though she
did not comprehend the nature of this being. It was different from what she was
used to. All she had to do was identify what it was. Normally, she would rely
on her keen sense of smell for that, but since she didn’t recognize this scent,
it was nearly impossible to pinpoint what it was. The only supernatural
creatures she was familiar with were her own kind, werewolves. But this thing
hiding back there was no werewolf, of that she was absolutely sure.
Once Victoria was close enough to her vehicle, she stopped and turned to face the woods. It was dark out but she could see her surroundings very clearly. A slight breeze picked up, bringing this unknown being’s aroma in to fill her nostrils. It was strong and male, very male. If this being were a werewolf he would most certainly be an alpha, a powerful one at that. But this was no huge puppy, this was something else.
Victoria surveyed the area with her eyes. So
far she detected no movement which meant this thing was still too far away to
see. But it was getting closer by the second. The speed in which it traveled
made her slightly uneasy. Werewolves were known to move fast but this thing
moved faster still. She could sense it moving, gliding through the forest as if
it was flying. She was utterly amazed by it and she hadn’t even seen it/him
yet.
Victoria waited, her eyes focusing in on her
surroundings. Her she-wolf abilities ready to strike if this thing presented
itself to be a threat. She gripped her car keys tightly in anticipation of what
would happen next. She waited patiently for it to show itself. She wasn’t
looking for a fight, she didn’t want to ruin her outfit, but if push came to
shove she wouldn’t hesitate. She was a she-wolf, therefore she was a fighter.
She could defend herself quite readily. She didn’t need the pack to protect her
despite her father’s beliefs.
Victoria’s eyes narrowed when she caught
movement up ahead. At first, it seemed like one big blur moving from one side
to another but then it started to get closer. The woods seemed to disappear as
all she could see was this black and white mass moving towards her. She
couldn’t make out any features because of the speed in which it traveled. Her
entire body tensed as she readied herself for a fight. If this thing attacked
her she would fight back. There would be no hesitation at all to use all her
armor, and she was well packed.
Soon, the white mist finally appeared before
her, a tall figure was now clearly identifiable. Victoria gasped as she caught
sight of a man standing not twenty feet from her. She blinked several times to
make sure her eyes weren’t playing any tricks on her. She noted, after opening
and closing her eyes for like the tenth time, that there really was a man
standing nearby. He didn’t move. He just stared at her with as much intensity
as she was gazing back at him.
Even in the darkness encasing them both, she
took in every distinctive feature of his. He was tall, as tall as the trackers
from the pack usually were. Shoulder length hair as white as a hand full of
snow framed the sides of his face. His eyes were a shade of blue so pale, they
appeared almost translucent. Unusually whitish skin and a lean and well-muscled
figure finished his physical description.
His inhuman eyes assessed her in much the same manner she did him. Victoria watched as the breeze toyed with his hair, bringing a few stray locks to caress his right cheek. Werewolves tended to have unique features but this being was unique even for her. His white hair, pale skin, and clear eyes made him look like a marble statue. Had it not been for the few strands of hair being tossed around his shoulders by the light breeze, she could have easily mistaken him for one.
"Who are you?” She managed to ask at last. “What are you?”
His eyes narrowed as she spoke but he said nothing.
“What do you want?” She asked angrily when she noted he refused to answer.
The man took several steps towards her then
stopped. He cocked his head to one side as if he was having trouble hearing
her. Victoria did not flinch or move as he approached. There was no need for
her to back away like a frightened kitten. She refused to show any form of
fear. Not that she feared him; she was more intrigued than anything else.
“I was once known as Tristan Garland,” His
voice startled her; it sounded so deep and gruff that she couldn’t help but think
that perhaps he used it very little.
“Once?”
He nodded.
“Why are you following me?” She dared to ask.
The being now known as Tristan eyed her with
curiosity.
“I do not follow you.” His eyes narrowed as he
glared at her. “You invade and hunt in my territory.” He stated simply. She
couldn’t tell whether he was angry or not. His passive face revealed nothing of
what he was thinking. “You are the one trespassing, not I.”
Author Bio:
As a child, Kristy used to
lose herself in an imaginary world by the means of a good book. Now that she’s
all grown up, she gets to create her own fictional realms and make them come to
life in ways that most readers might not expect.
Writing has always been a passion of hers but
she never had the opportunity do so until now. After trying out numerous
options, she realized that writing was what she loved the most and so she
decided to give it a shot. As it turns out, her very active imagination helped
her achieve her goals of creating believable plots with some ordinary, and some
not so ordinary characters that move the stories along in one way or another.
As she keeps achieving her
dreams of becoming a published author, she divides her time in between four
children and a very understanding husband.
Thanks so much Kristy for being with us today, it was great getting to know you better. Please stop by any time to visit.
Readers, make sure you get Call of the Wolf!!
Until next time, happy reading!
Krista
Thank you for hosting Kristy today!
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