T here are few, if any, places left on Earth where traces of magic still exist. The unexplained have been driven from the planet, eradicated by humans on the quest for power and enlightenment. As civilizations progressed, rose, fell, then rose again, the original stories of magic and the legends of old were forgotten, dismissed as little more than fairy tales or myths. But in some places, far flung corners of the globe, faint traces of the distant past still linger in the world. For not everything that seems like magic truly is. Mostly everything can be explained away, but almost everyone is too conceited or busy or tired to listen. Science and magic are not at odds in these places. Instead the forces are intertwined, mingling together and explaining each other in ways that man has forgotten over the centuries. Only a few of these sacred places exist anymore, and most of them have been altered, trampled, and made to conform to the standards of humanity. But in these isolated regions, some element of the primal still exists. The Carne Islands seem a magical place indeed. Nowhere else on Earth is there an island chain so lush and green, with forests of laurel and dracaena rising out of the volcanic rocks to form a perfect, prehistoric landscape. The islands rise up from the ocean, some lush as jungles full of fruits, and they sit at the junction of the north-east trade winds, meaning the climate is pleasant and mild and inviting all year round. One can stroll through thickets of plantains, becoming lost in the green palm forests just as easily as one can wander along sandy white beaches which slowly turn into sweeping desert scrubland. They are truly unlike any place else on Earth.
Werewolves come into being in one of two ways—they are either born a werewolf or they are turned at some point in their lives. The children of werewolves have roughly a fifty percent chance of inheriting the condition. And of course, other werewolves are made as the result of surviving an attack. These creatures were the unfortunate victims of a mauling who managed to survive their ordeal, only to find themselves afflicted with the same condition as their lupine attackers. Those afflicted experience their first transformation sometime during puberty, transforming just before midnight on the night of the full moon into a large, four-legged, bloodthirsty beast. The transformation is painful, utter agony, lasting until dawn on the following morning, after which time the afflicted is returned to their human form. Some, if not all, werewolves have no memory of their actions during their transformation. Others report that they can recall glimpses, little flashes of blood and gore. It is foolishness to attempt to reason with a werewolf after it has transformed. It is said that there is little, if any, shred of humanity left in them then. And they are nearly impossible to kill. Some report that they are averse to silver, others claim nothing will stop the beasts. These descendants have only one true defense against the human world: no one really believes they exist. The community has kept the existence of werewolves a secret for hundreds of years, not daring to risk exposure to the outside world. The only humans made aware of their existence were the ones who married into packs, ones who would in all likelihood be turned in order to strengthen their unity and bond. Rarely, if ever, did werewolves willingly involve themselves in romances with humans they had no intention of someday turning. But ten years ago one such werewolf was born, and today another was created.
E lla Primrose.
I write a lot of romance, so much so, that I realized from Cowboys, Assassins, Mistresses, Bad boys, Vampires, and Witches, that my expertise--and enjoyment-- lay in writing Paranormal MM romances. But sometimes I get a story idea in my head that just won't go away no matter what genre it's in, and I just have to give it a go. You'll find my short stories are the evolution of that, then I write it and get it out there and see what kind of feedback I get, and if its positive then I know it's a story that I'll let brew in my imagination and turn into a longer book! So stay tuned dear reader, and keep an eye out for the next novel by me, Ella Primrose! If your on Goodreads you can also find me there :)