Please give a warm welcome to Quinn Boucher from Ebb and Flow by Karenna Colcroft today as we sit down and see what makes him tick.
What’s your favorite thing to do
when you’re not saving (the world, clients, your mate)?
At this point, honestly, just look
out the window at the ocean. I grew up in central Saskatchewan, and after I
became a werewolf, I was part of a pack in North Dakota. I never saw the ocean
until recently. Now I just want to look at it all the time.
What is it about your love interest
Malachi that makes you crazy in a good way?
Malachi is my mate, and that’s
crazy enough. Like, I knew werewolves have mates, but I didn’t think I would
find mine. I definitely didn’t think it would be a guy who’s like a century
older than me. (Werewolves live way longer than humans.) Other than that, I
guess it’s the way he takes control. I get the chills—in a good way—when he
commands me. And when he calls me his boy…swoon is all I can say. And I will
never say it again, because that sounds weird as hell.
Do you sometimes want to strangle your writer? Thrash them to within an inch of their life? Make them do the stupid crap they makes you do?
Not at all! What Karenna’s written
about me is my life. She hasn’t made me do anything. More like I’m making her
tell my story. She didn’t even expect me to exist in the book that introduced
me (Take Some Tahini), but when I showed up, she went with it. We get along
pretty well.
Any Favorite food?
I have to choose one? Um… chocolate
ice cream. That’s really good.
Tell me a little bit about your world. What are your greatest challenges in that world?
I’ve only been part of “my” world
for less than a year. Last year at this time, I was human, getting ready to
start my third year at university, enjoying living in Winnipeg, where I could
be more myself than I got to be in the tiny town where I grew up. Then I hit on
the wrong guy at a bar and wound up being changed into a werewolf. That guy and
the Beta of his pack kept me hidden for a month, but on the first full moon
after I was changed, I escaped.
I guess that’s one of the biggest
challenges. What those two guys did to me while they had me. I still have
nightmares about it.
Getting used to being a werewolf
hasn’t been exactly easy. The guy who changed me and his Beta didn’t tell me
anything about what I was or how any of it worked. I didn’t even know I was
going to shift on full moon night, and believe me, that isn’t something I would
have done if I’d had a choice.
And then there’s what happened to
my pack. Including the man who took me in and became my partner. We were only
together a few months before I lost him. He saved me by telling me to run, but
werewolves from another pack killed him and four other members of our pack,
including the Alpha. I still have nightmares about that, too. And then the new
Alpha kicked me out of the pack. At least Tobias—the Anax, I’ll explain that in
a minute—took me in.
I’m mostly used to the whole
shifting on full moon nights thing now, but the rest of it… Yeah. Pretty
challenging. But I have friends, and I have Malachi. So it’s getting easier.
Describe yourself in four words.
Oh, that’s a tough one. Um…
scattered. Smart. Stubborn. Supportive. Dang, that’s a lot of S’s…
What do you do for a living?
I’m a guard for the Anax of the
United States. The Anax is like a werewolf president, kind of; he’s in charge
of all of the werewolves in the country. Every country has an Anax. And a lot
of people aren’t exactly thrilled with Tobias, the U.S. Anax, so kind of like
the President has the Secret Service, Tobias has guards.
What do you fear the most?
Belot. The wolf who changed me.
He’s dead. I killed him. But I’m still scared shitless that he’ll come back
somehow.
The heart of the wolf yearns for
his mate.
Only weeks after the massacre of half his pack, Quinn
Boucher is finding his footing as a guard of the U.S. Anax, the ruler of all
werewolves in the country. But something is missing: His mate Malachi. Despite
whatever fate drew them together, Malachi won’t accept Quinn—and that hurts
like hell.
Decades after losing his human lovers, lone wolf Malachi
Powers still grieves. The last thing he needs is a mate, especially one over a
century younger. But when Quinn returns to Nova Scotia to assist the Canadian
Anax, they reconnect and Malachi can no longer deny their bond.
Together, Quinn and Malachi build their relationship.
But there are those who want the Anax dead—and Quinn and Malachi are caught in
the crossfire. Will they be torn apart before their life together can begin?
This book includes discussions of
past sexual assault and depictions of grief and mourning. It also includes
consensual commanding of a character and an adult character being called
"boy." This book is set in the Real Werewolves Don’t Eat Meat universe
but is not a direct part of that series.
Buy link: Amazon
Excerpt:
Before I could protest, Malachi kicked the door shut,
lifted me like I weighed nothing, and carried me over to the bed. He dropped me
gently and stood, hands on hips, staring down at me.
He didn’t speak. Chest tight, lying propped up on my
elbows, I could only stare up at him. Orange and purple flared around him. Was
he hard? I was eye level with his crotch, but looking to see if his cock was
hard didn’t seem right.
The silence was uncomfortable as hell. I wanted to say
something, anything, just so there would be sound. But I had nothing to say. No
words in my head.
I was alone with my mate. And all I could do was sit
there like an idiot.
“I want you,” he growled finally. “I won’t take you. Not
yet. But I want you.”
“I…” Yeah, words were still not happening.
He sat on the edge of the bed and turned to face me. “I
felt your pain, boy. Saw him. Your man. The one you lost. He looked kind.”
About Kinney, I could talk. “He was.”
“He took care of you.” He rested his hand on mine. “No
shame in wanting someone to take care of you. I think most people want that.”
“Yeah.” My mouth was dry as hell. Wasn’t Silas supposed
to bring me water? I licked my lips, which didn’t help at all.
“I make you nervous.” He scoffed. “Fair enough. You make
me nervous too. And all kinds of turned on. I’d take you here and now, but
neither of us is ready for what that will mean.”
“It means sex.” Okay, I could be a wiseass with a dry
mouth and a mostly empty brain. That was better than struggling to say a damn
thing.
He rolled his eyes. “Yes, it does. And it means
claiming. You think this mate bond is strong now? Sex cements the bond. We’ll
belong to each other. Be joined completely. No way out of it.”
I hadn’t known that. I’d thought the mate bond just
existed. I’d never asked anyone how the whole thing worked. Claiming,
though…that made sense. The bond was there, but the mates had to accept it.
That was what claiming was. The word itself resonated through me, and the
mingled orange and purple deepened. Not only Malachi’s lust. Mine too. I wanted
to be claimed.
Karenna Colcroft is a mother, wife, and former teacher who began writing romance in 2006 and took a hiatus beginning in 2016. In 2022, Karenna returned from beyond the figurative grave with updates of her previous books and new books set in her paranormal romance universe. In Karenna's world, love is love regardless of who or how many, and happy endings tend to prevail.
Karenna lives in eastern Massachusetts with her husband and two and a half cats. (Half in terms of the amount of time the cat spends with her, not the cat itself.) She is a mother of two plus three "bonus" kids and grandmother of four. '
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Thank you for hosting Quinn and me!
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