Well, I live in the Pacific Northwest with my gorgeous husband, two boxer/collie dogs, and one very old cat. I used to live with my six teenagers but they’ve kind of moved on to live their own lives now. Makes for a very quiet house, which after 25 years of raising kids, is a little odd. The house is almost too quiet. I usually have to have the TV on or listen to music to be able to work now because I’m so used to there being noise all around me.
I’d have an IV of coffee if I could find someone to insert the darn thing without using a needle. They know me by first name at Starbucks. Hell, they know my kids. Caffeine makes for a very happy Stormy. Iced Venti skinny 7 pump mocha vanilla mocha with light whip…sounds complicated but it tastes fantastic.
How did you get started writing?
I’ve been writing for years…too many voices in my head…LOL. I just never did anything with my stories except stick them in a file or put them on a disk somewhere. Some of my older stories would raise the hair on your head. I’ve learned a lot through the years. A favorite author of mine suggested that I submit something. Carol Lynne told me that if I didn’t submit, the answer was no. If I did submit, the answer might still be no, but it might be yes. So, I gathered up my courage, not believing that anyone would like the crazy stuff from my head, and I started submitting. Six months later, almost to the day, I signed 3 contracts in two days, and the rest is history.
So, I’m a huge fan of mpreg, which for those of you who don’t know, is male pregnancy. How did you discover mpreg and why did you decide to write about such an unusual subject?
It started with Katzman’s Mate, the 1st book in my Katzman Series. It just felt right for the storyline and I didn’t know at the time that it was kind of a taboo subject. I was just writing a story. I received an email from another author congratulating me on crossing that taboo line, and that when I found out that it wasn’t widely written about. My bad.
One of the things that I enjoy about being a writer is that the only limitations I have are in my own mind. Granted, in a contemporary story, Superman does not fly out of a phone booth. But that explains why so many of my books are paranormal. I don’t like rules. I just want to sit and write a story. If it goes off into the stratosphere, so what?
So what’s your writing schedule like? How are you able to come out with new books all the time? I can’t even manage to write one, you must be some kind of superwriter.
I don’t really have a schedule in the formal sense of the word. I have a daily goal of 5,000 words. If I write more than that, great. If I write less, then it’s time to move to a different storyline. One of the reasons that I have so many WIP at any one time is that I don’t believe in writer’s block. If I’m stuck on one story, I just move to another. I always, ALWAYS, write down any little idea that comes to mind, even if it seems “odd”, and believe me, a lot of them are very odd. I also spent 10-15 hours a day, 7 days a week in front of my laptop. Working from home makes it a little easier but a lot of time it’s hard to be a good girl and stay in front of my laptop when I really want to go out and play. That’s why I have the 5,000 words a day rule. If I get that many words done (on whatever story I’m working on or spread out through a few different stories) then I can go play.
What’s the one genre you haven’t written in yet that you’d like to?
Um…I have no idea. I can’t really think of too many genres I haven’t written in. That’s one of the things that I love about writing…whatever comes to my little mind, I can write about, no matter how bizarre. And believe me, it gets pretty bizarre in there.
Are there any genres you won’t read or write in? Why?
There are rules set down by the different publishing houses and I pretty much stick to them…other than that, if I don’t have a story in that genre, it’s probably because I just haven’t written it yet.
So, what are you working on right now? Got any releases planned, or still writing?
Um…well, I could give you the list but it’s pretty long. I just finished and submitted “Cowboy Convenience” the 6th book in my Blaecleah Brothers series. I have a new series that just came out “Wolf Haven”. The first book “Heir of the Wolf That Bit You” was released on March 26th. The 2nd book in the series “Ollie’s Haven” is due for release on April 23rd. And I have already started on the 3rd book, which I hope to add 5,000 words to today. My WIP is pretty extensive… http://www.stormyglenn.com/WIP.htm
Alright, one last question. Do you have a favorite memory from your 21st birthday?
Yeaaahhh…not so much. My 21st birthday fell on Thanksgiving Day. I spent it with the family having Thanksgiving dinner…and that would include my oldest son who was just a baby at the time, substance abuse counselor mother and recovering alcoholic stepfather, which meant no alcohol allowed. It wasn’t for another month that I was actually able to celebrate in style…and get carried out of the bar by a friend…LOL
Thanks so much for taking the time to stop by!
Happy Birthday! I hope it’s a great one!
Wolf Haven 1
Matthew Jackson’s life just went from somewhat normal and to a Hollywood horror movie and just because he spent one weekend with the man of his dreams. It would be spectacular if that man was still around but Rico had split without a word. Now, Matty was left to deal with the after effects of their weekend of bliss together all by himself.
Getting dragged into a world he knew nothing about, Matty has to rely on complete strangers to keep him safe. When he finally does find Rico, life doesn’t get any better. For one, Rico thinks he’s insane. And for two, the same people that are after Rico have put Matty on their kill on sight list.
Matty and Rico are on the run from hunters out to execute them because they have violated shifter law by falling for each other. Escaping them would be a lot easier if they knew who they could trust or where they might find a safe haven. Until they do, they only have themselves to rely on…and the strange abilities Matty seems to be developing.
It just wasn’t possible. Matthew Jackson pushed a shaky hand through his short brown hair and stared down at the little stick again. The stupid little window still read positive.
Matty grabbed the directions that had come with the box and read them again, just knowing that he had to have messed up the test somehow. It was the only explanation ‘cause any other outcome just wasn’t fucking possible.
One line meant negative.
Two lines meant positive.
Matty glanced at the white stick again, hoping one of the lines would suddenly disappear, or that someone jump into the room and screamed fooled ya! Yeah, no one was there except him. He even closed his eyes and called in every birthday wish he had ever made. When he opened his eyes again, he still saw two thin pink lines.
Matty groaned and tossed the stick into the garbage can right along with the first five tests he had taken—all of which had been positive. Staring down at his hands for a moment, he pressed his fingers together as he tried to accept what he was seeing with his own two eyes.
He had dismissed the nausea that had come last month as the stomach bug that had been going around the grocery store where he worked. When he started to throw up at the smallest little whiff of almost anything, being sick made sense. Everyone was getting sick. When he started to add on a couple of pounds a few weeks later, his renewed appetite after being sick was the perfect explanation.
But the butterflies that started fluttering in his stomach last week couldn’t be explained away by overeating or a stomach bug. Matty didn’t have a single explanation for them. Not one. And that made him more scared than he could ever remember being.
Hell, he was downright terrified.
Maybe it was gallstones?
Or a tumor?
He was even hoping for a brain aneurism right about now.
There had to be a reasonable explanation because the one he was coming up with just wasn’t possible. He had taken the stupid test just because he had run out of answers. Matty had full confidence that couldn’t possibly be the answer.
Fuck if he hadn't been wrong.
Matty pushed to his feet and walked out of the bathroom and down the hallway to the kitchen. He grabbed the phone book and started looking through the white pages for the free clinic down in Old Town.
Maybe it was time to call in the experts.
Once he found what he was looking for, Matty wrote the address down then went to find his jacket. He started to grab his wallet off the entry table then had a second thought about that. Did he really want anyone knowing who he really was under the circumstances?
The Old Town Free Clinic took in a lot of indigent patients. Maybe he could get away with telling them he was homeless and didn’t have any identification. It was better than the alternative—which would most likely get him a free ride to the local insane asylum.
Matty grabbed his bus pass, some cash, his house keys, and his brown hoody. He left everything else behind as he walked out the front door and headed for the closest bus stop. His stomach was in knots and threatening to rebel but this time, Matty was pretty sure that it was due to nerves. That didn’t mean he didn’t run to the nearest bathroom the second he got off the bus and throw up.
He’d say that being nauseas was the worst part of this whole ordeal but he’d be lying through his teeth. Not even the looming chaos he was pretty sure his life was about to fall into was the worst.
No, not knowing what in the hell was going on was the worst. At least if he knew, or had some warning, he might know what to expect. Instead, he was finding everything out as it happened and then freaking out because shit like this just wasn’t possible.
The bus ride seemed to take forever and Matty could swear that every unbathed, sweaty person on the planet sat right next to him. By the time the bus stopped down the block from the clinic, Matty practically ran from the bus.
He ignored the whistles from a couple of smarmy looking men standing on the corner, stopped long enough to drop a couple of dollars into the can the homeless man was holding, then made his way inside the clinic.
“I…uh…need to see a doctor,” Matty said when he reached the check-in counter. He tapped his fingers nervously on the countertop as he waited for the registration nurse to acknowledge him.
“Fill this out.” The woman held out a clipboard with a form on it and a pen attached to the clipboard by a small silver chain.
“Thank you,” Matty whispered then turned away and walked over to one of the empty chairs. It didn’t take more than ten minutes for Matty to fill out the form, mostly because he wasn’t exactly sure what to check besides his vital statistics.
Sore nipples—yeah, he was thrilled with that one.
God! Matty tilted his head back and stared up at the ceiling. He was a fucking idiot. He knew that. And the second he turned this damn form in, everyone else would know it as well. But Matty needed answers. He needed to know if he was really crazy or not.
He was pretty sure that he was.
Wolf Haven 2, Coming April 23rd
Griffin Gates used to be a Senate Sentry. Now, he’s just a guy along for the ride as a group of people run for their lives and one of them is his mate. If he was an accepted part of the group, it might be different but his former status as a Sentry has kept him standing on the outside looking in—even with his mate.
Ollie Fremont wants nothing to do with Griffin. After spending years locked up so that no one knew his father had given life to an omega wolf, being mated to a Senate Sentry seems like a really screwed up joke. He doesn’t trust Griffin not to betray him to the Senate.
There’s just one small problem…Griffin has already claimed Ollie.
Griffin Gates stared over the hood of the truck, watching the other people he was traveling with as they all sat around a picnic table at the rest area they had stopped at. They were pretty much a ragtag group and each and every one of them were on the run because they were gay.
It was a run for their very lives.
If the Senate Sentries caught them, they were dead, right down to the last one of them, which happened to be a brand new baby. In fact, the baby might be in the most danger. He was living proof of the lies that the Senate had been telling their people for centuries.
The poor thing was less than three weeks old and he already had a price on his head. It made Griffin want to tear something apart—preferably a member of the hunter team sent out by the Senate to track them all down and kill them. Griffin knew it like he knew the sun would come up tomorrow.
He used to be a Sentry, a sanctioned killer for the Loup-Garou Senate.
That had all changed when he discovered that one of members of this ragtag little group was his mate. Now, due to his actions that night, he was on the run just as much as his new friends were. The Senate would never forgive the fact that he had shot the members of his own hunter group or helped Rico and his friends escape.
He hadn’t had any other choice.
Letting the hunters get to Oliver Fremont became unacceptable the second he discovered the man was his mate. Due to his increased Loup-Garou genetics, he was probably one of the few wolves around that didn’t need to sleep with his mate to discover they were mates. He just had to smell Ollie to know the truth.
Not that it did him a damn bit of good.
Ollie was denying him, refusing to have anything to do with him. He wouldn’t even speak to Griffin, but that didn’t change the fact that they were mates. And Griffin would protect Ollie till his dying breath, whether the man accepted him or not.
At the rate things were going, Griffin was leaning toward not.
Griffin sighed and rubbed a hand down his face as he pushed away from the truck. He shoved his hands into his pockets and began to walk around the parking lot, stretching his legs out a bit. Sitting in the truck for hours on end made him a very cranky wolf. It didn’t help that Ollie refused to sit in the truck with him, not matter which truck he sat in.
Hell, Ollie refused to have anything to do with him at all. Except for one incredibly hot incident in the woods soon after they met, Ollie did his level best to pretend Griffin didn’t even exist, and Griffin didn’t think that was going to change any time soon.
No matter how much his heart ached for his mate.
Griffin glanced over at the group for a moment, waiting until he caught Rico’s eye, then nodded is head toward the bathroom. When Rico nodded back, Griffin headed for the bathroom. He was under orders to let Rico know whenever he went somewhere unescorted.
It only made sense considering that they were all running for their lives. Because of who Griffin had been, and the things he had done while working for the Senate as a hunter, he was still watched pretty closely by the group.
They didn’t trust him.
Griffin understood it. He just wished they understood that he wouldn’t do anything that would harm a hair on Ollie’s head, and he would kill anyone that tried to hurt his mate. Nothing else mattered except Ollie’s wellbeing.
He wished Ollie understood that as well.
Griffin walked into the bathroom and did his business then went to wash his hands. The mirror above the sink wasn’t made of glass but rather polished metal, but he could still see himself in it and he didn’t like what he could see. The lines around his mouth and eyes were more pronounced, deeper. He looked older, tired.
He looked like shit.
Griffin sighed and turned away. There was no hope for it. He was in an impossible position and there didn’t seem to be any way out of it. No matter how many times he tried to approach Ollie, the man really wanted nothing to do with him. And Griffin couldn’t bring himself to be angry about that.
He deserved every hateful word Ollie tossed at him.
Griffin had spent the better part of the last few years doing the Senate’s bidding, tracking down the Loup-Garou deemed rogue by the Senate and bringing them to justice. Granted, he had been following orders and enforcing the laws of his people, but it was only now that he understood that those laws were not only wrong but implemented by a group of people that didn’t want to give up their power.
Griffin hated the Loup-Garou Senate and everything they stood for. If he had his way, every damn last one of them would be put to death for the people they had ordered executed and the laws they had enforced to keep the truth from all of wolf kind.
They deserved nothing less.
And after Griffin made sure that Ollie was safely hidden away on the property he had secretly purchased to hide away on, he planned to do just that. But getting Ollie there came first. Griffin wouldn’t do anything until he knew that Ollie was safe.
Dejection rode Griffin hard as he turned off the water and went to dry his hands. It seemed that he had nothing to look forward to in his life but planning the take down of the Loup-Garou Senate—and his death, because he knew he wouldn’t come out of that battle alive.
It would be worth it to keep Ollie safe.
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After 25 years of bankrupting my family with my reading obsession, I decided to try my hand at writing my own novels. It still amazes me to this day that people are actually interested in the stuff that comes out of my imagination. It can be a real mess up there.
I live in the great Northwest region of the USA, with my gorgeous husband and soul mate, six very active teenagers, two boxer/collie puppies, one old biddy cats, and three fish. When I'm not being a mother to my six teenagers or cleaning up after my two 70 pound lap puppies, you can usually find me cuddled in bed with a book in my hand and a puppy in my lap. Or on my laptop, creating the next sexy man for one of my stories.
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