What is your favorite thing about being a romance writer?I love making happy endings. Those are the best parts of reading romances for me, so being able to craft my own for my characters makes it worth it.
When writing your description of your hero/ine what feature do you start with? Eyes, age, hair color, etc?I have a spreadsheet with this LOL. I usually start with the hair color and then the eyes. The age comes with it around the same time. This is usually my favorite part of plotting LOL.
Are you a plotter or a pantser?I’m a scary plotter! I have spreadsheets of my spreadsheets and outlines of my outlines. My creativity flows through these much better so I can write quickly when I have time LOL. But I don’t lock myself in them. If I need to change. Then I do!
If I was a first time reader of your books, which one would you recommend I start with and why?An Alpha’s Path is the first book in the Redwood Pack series, so I would start with that one! LOL. Soon I’ll have more than one series out, so you’ll get a choice of series.
What do you hope readers take with them after reading one of your stories?I want my readers to fall for my characters as much as I do. You have no idea what it feels like to have a reader email you and beg you to make Adam happy. Or to ask when Maddox and North will get their happy endings. I love it.
What is the last thing you do before turning off the lights at bedtime?Check to make sure the closets are closed! Yep. I’m still afraid of the dark! LOL
If you could be a paranormal creature, which one would you be?It’s a toss-up between a wolf and an angel. I love wolves—hence I write about them! But I would love to fly as well. My cp Lia and I were tossing around writing an angelic wolf book…LOL
What’s a guilty pleasure you have?Reading. Honestly. It’s an addiction. I read 1007 books in 2011. Yep.
You can erase one embarrassing experience from your past. What will it be?Falling in front of the entire airport when I was 14. I tripped over a stupid rolling back and flew out of the gate. This was before 9/11 so everyone was still at the gate welcoming me and some stranger yelled “Welcome to Oregon.” Yeah. I’d like that to go away. Like now.
If you came with a warning label, what would it say?Danger: Small blonde package contains too much energy and is likely to combust and be sarcastic.
Carrie Ann Ryan is a bestselling paranormal and contemporary romance author. After spending too much time behind a lab bench, she decided to dive into the romance world and find her werewolf mate - even if its just in her books. Happy endings are always near - even if you have to get over the challenges of falling in love first.
Her first book, An Alpha's Path, is the first in her Redwood Pack series. She's also an avid reader and lover of romance and fiction novels. She loves meeting new authors and new worlds. Any recommendations you have are appreciated. Carrie Ann lives in New England with her husband and two kittens.
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An Alpha’s Path
A Taste for a Mate
Hannah Lewis, a rare earth witch, is taken from the only life she’s ever known. Held at her will by a sadistic wolf, she almost gives up hope that she’d ever see her real life again. But as her fellow captive, a werewolf named Reed, tries to calm her fears, she begins to feel a spark of something she never thought she’d feel – love. But is Reed, alone, enough to get her out of this dark basement so she can move on with her life?
Reed Jamenson, the artist of a werewolf Pack of Alpha males, knows instinctually that Hannah is his mate. Thus, despite their imprisonment, he will do all to protect her and then worry about their hearts. But is he strong enough to find a way for both of them to escape? And why does he feel as though something else is missing?
Josh Kolb, an ex-military human, stumbles upon Reed and Hannah and finds he must trust this new world of supernatural beings to survive. But that desire will lead the three to a triangle of attraction that will test the boundaries they all possess and its consequences in defeating the enemy. Can they all trust one another to save themselves and life as they know it? Even at the cost of their own hearts?
Snowflakes stuck to Josh’s eyelashes and he bat them away. A strong gust blew past him, the cold chilling his bones. He surveyed his surroundings, taking a silent step through the undergrowth. Tall trees reached to the sky, blocking whatever sunlight filtered through the dreary storm clouds. Their limbs heavy with leaves and the extra weight of collecting snow drooped down, dropping snow bundles on his shoulder and in one unfortunate incident, his face. If only he could have Found these two in the nice spring or cool fall months. No, he had to search for them in the onset of winter and the beginning of what looked to be a deadly snow storm. Lucky guy.
When he left his bench on Main Street, he had quickly gone home to fetch some of his equipment. He dressed warmer, grabbed a pack with extra clothes for Reed and the witch, some food and water, and weapons. Lots of weapons. Knifes and blades of various shapes and sizes adorned his body. He had his SIG strapped to his side, with extra ammo in his belt. Sadly he didn’t have any silver, but lead would at least slow the beasts down if they came after him.
And they would. Because as he followed the trail in his mind to this remote bunker, his sense of unease swelled to a staggering sensation. Crap, he might not make it this time. He was but one man. One human at that. But looking down at the lair that held two people that he needed to find, he set aside those worries and the creeps it gave off. The two of them were more important – for some unknown reason. And if anyone truly knew him, they would know that it was freaking hard to give Josh the creeps. But he ignored those chills as well.