1. Tell us about your newest release.
Hi! My newest release is The Ulfric's Mate. It's the first in the series, The War of the Weres, which is contracted for 15 books. *meep! I better get to writing!* It's the print release, and boy am I excited!! It's a paranormal romance with werewolves, werejaguars, etc. It also has a bit of suspense running through it.
2. What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your story?
That the main character, Nolan, had so much to tell and that he'd be involved in Were politics to such a high degree as he hates them with a virulence not unlike how he hates betrayal within the pack.
3. Do you have any interesting or quirks or rituals?
If I have writer's block (and like, you know, get to find time to write!), I write on another story. Usually, the problem will percolate, and then the solution will hit me like a ton of bricks. Also, I can NOT write a sex scene if my kids are about.
4. What authors or friends influenced you in helping you become a writer?
Linda Lael Miller. She encouraged me from the start. She also taught me the 5k words a day isn't too high of a goal.
5. What does your family think about your career as a published author?
Now that it's rolling? Why don't I have more books written yet :S LOL
6. Besides writing, what other interests do you have?
Quilting, sewing, crocheting, scrapbooking, cross stitching, painting (I have an Etsy shot LOL I need to support my habit somehow!)
7. Can you tell us what is coming up next for you?
I have three publishers waiting for sequels! Nearly finished with book 3 of The War of the Weres series and am polishing up 3 companion short stories that go with each book. So perhaps those characters will tell me WTH, because right now, they're lollygagging about!
8. How can readers connect with you online?
@L_Bushman if you like twitter :D I love it. Also, if you say hi to me (please no DMs straight out of the bucket. At least take me to dinner first before whispering in my ears!), I will follow back faster LOL
www.lbushman.blogspot.com is my blog. *hangs head* I am going to get better again! I promise! *makes note*
https://www.facebook.com/AuthorLeonaBushman I'm pretty regular posting here :)
Nolan Littlebull is the alpha of the Wahpawhat pack of Werewolves and the lead detective on a series of murders of pregnant women from his pack. Torn between human justice and were justice, he travels deep onto the Yakama Reservation tracking the ones responsible. He is attacked by one of the rival pack, only to be defended by another from the rival pack.
Alexandria George is the healer for the Lupins. She defends the mysterious wolf in their territory from her pack's bully and escapes with the stranger.
Nolan and Alex face the complications of being mated and together they must find and identify the killer while facing an uncertain future.
"Thanks," he said, his voice muffled through the shirt. "For the rescue as well," he added quietly after pulling on the shirt she had dug out from behind his dirty truck seat.
"You're welcome," she replied as she stepped off the truck's running board. "Lead me to my room. I'm exhausted and need my beauty rest." As she came around the front end of the truck, she smiled.
"From where I'm standing, you get plenty of that."
Her face heated as a blush crept along her cheekbones. "Thanks." She walked up the front steps to his two-story home. It looked like a phantom rising out of the ground. The windows reflected the mesmerizing moonlight and the glow made her think of stars in the predawn just before the sun rises to take away their backdrop.
He unlocked the door, opened it, and waited for her to precede him. Gentleman? Or the training of law enforcement to never have their backs turned to a criminal? She tried to read his mind, but he held it carefully blank.
"Main living area is upstairs. You keep going right as you get up the stairs, and the bathroom is at the end of the hall. The guest room is the last one on the left. My room's on the right if you need anything." Even his voice was neutral.
She looked at him curiously for a moment before heading to the bathroom. When she stepped under the shower's stream, she sighed in relief. Her skin itched and felt over tight from the dried gunk left on her skin and in her hair after the shape-shifting.
As she relaxed under the spray of warm water, pictures of her in the shower started playing through her head. She was washing her hair and lathering the soap across her breasts when Nolan arrived. Her belly quivered with lust which pooled, then spread as she envisioned him in there with her.
When her daydream reached the point of him entering, she realized it was his thoughts in her head. The fantasy abruptly stopped as if someone had switched the channel. She tried to feel annoyed that his fantasy had intruded on her quiet moment, but the heat in her abdomen kept her from lying to herself.
She wanted him as much as he wanted her. She was aware of his struggle to control his thoughts and appreciated the attempt at valor. However, she knew that a single, healthy man with a woman he found attractive using his shower was bound to have sensual thoughts.
She finished, dressed in the clothes provided by him, and walked out to the main living area. He stood by a large bay window, looking out at the mountain in the distance. He turned toward her slightly, then shifted his gaze back to the picturesque view.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly and with dignity. "I've always judged other men for how they seemed to objectify every woman they see. Then I go and do it with a woman in my protection. I'm aware that you saw what I was thinking. I—"
She put a finger on his lips. "I too have read men's thoughts regarding women. Regarding me. You tried to keep yours in check. We saved each other's lives. We're coming down off the adrenaline high of battle combined with the lust of our animal sides. It's natural and healthy for you to see me as desirable. It's also honorable of you to stop them when you realized what you were doing."
Nolan looked at her intently, and she could feel him in her mind probing her for truth. She thought he didn't even know he was doing it. It was probably a technique he had employed since childhood. She smiled at him and kissed him softly on the mouth.
Leona Bushman can be found in Eastern Washington with her husband and children writing, painting, gardening, running, camping, or just reading or crafting. She also loves to swim but rarely gets a chance to as she's busy chasing after three of five children still left at home. Sassy and saucy, she can be found writing about her trials and errors as a mom and writer at the following places:
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If you want more of her, she's found on twitter as often as not at @L_Bushman just follow and don't be a spammer. She follows back if you look like a real person. Besides werewolves, she also likes zombies, vampires, and fairies. You're likely to catch her attention if you talk to her about any of the above. Or sports. She loves sports but rarely gets a chance to indulge in that love. So speak up!