Monday, December 19, 2011


I'm happy to welcome back, paranormal romance author, Terry Spear, to Over Coffee. I have to admit, I love her books and I've been waiting for Jake's story and Dreaming The Wolf, forever. Or so it seems and not just because I have a tag line on the book (Squeee!) but because I loved the premise of this story.

For those of you who don't know it, Terry creates some amazing teddy bears as well as her fabulous stories. I'm planning on having a piper bear in MacKay colors, later next spring. I'll be sure to be squeeing then and will have pictures.

I write about werewolves, and my wolves would never think of attacking humans. Not unless the humans attacked first. And truly most wolves don’t. If there are any attacks, it’s more likely from cougars. Or bears even.

Although I still love bears and love to create them! I make award-winning teddy bears that have been featured in magazines and newspapers, that have won best in show, first place for most unique bears, and first place for best-dressed bears. Many have found homes not only in the US and Canada, but as far away as Australia, Russia, China, Kazakhstan, Belgium, and France!

But back to where the wildlife can eat you! What I wanted to talk about is taking a trip to Pensacola, FL and seeing my son graduate from USAF navigator training, and all week long watching Shark Week on PBS, BEFORE we went to the beach.

Oh sure, there are not THAT many shark attacks. And yeah, yeah, so the shark psychologists say that the sharks mistook humans for food. The sharks thought maybe the humans were seals. Or walruses. Or whales. Right. Yeah, yeah, the water was murky. (Or sometimes it wasn’t.) Yeah, yeah, they were out during the feeding hours at night. (Or sometimes they weren’t.) And sure, they were splashing around like nearly dead fish. (Or no, they really didn’t.)

I write fantasy. So I try to make the unbelievable believable. So to my way of thinking, shark gurus do, too.

In Australia, there were three great white shark attacks resulting in three deaths. Either that’s a really confused shark, if it’s the same one, or hmmm, maybe he DOES think human meat is rather tasty? Or maybe he’s not even thinking anything but it’s big, swimming near me and could possibly make a meal. They eat anything, you know.

These all occurred around the same time as I was in Florida and another when I returned home.

We used to live in Florida, and swam all the time at the beach, but on the ocean side. Not half as pretty as Pensacola Beach on the Gulf side. So one day I was swimming out into the ocean, way, way out. The water was black, choppy, I was on my back, half swimming, half floating. Way, way off to the left of me was a rock jetty where fishermen pulled in sharks along with their other catches. And on the shore, my father was yelling for me to turn around and return at once.

He was not a very good swimmer, and had actually had a boat sink on him in the shark-infested Sea of Japan. Another boat full of AF service members had “picked” up my dad and the others, but they couldn't climb into the boat, already full, without capsizing it. So instead, they swam alongside and held on when they couldn’t swim any longer. They were about a mile and half out. He said they barely made it.

So now years later, his thirteen-year-old daughter is out in the middle of the ocean, and Dad didn’t want to get out as far as I was. He couldn’t have helped me swim in if I’d needed his help.

When you float on your back, your ears are under water. So I didn’t hear him shouting for some time.

When I finally realized it, I was terrified. I was so far out; all that was around me was gallons of ocean water. Who knew what was lurking all around me in that really dark, choppy water. I had to force myself not to panic, and to begin the long swim to shore. Dad couldn’t have saved me. No one could have if I’d been attacked. Lifeguards did patrol in jeeps along the beach and put up a flag warning swimmers to get out of the water when sharks were sighted. But there were no lifeguards about that day.

But maybe all the sharks out there knew I was a human, and they just left me alone. I had no life vest, no surfboard, just me in all that water. Boy did I get a lecture from my dad when I got to shore. But only because he was sure he was going to lose me. Believe me, I didn’t need a lecture. I never went far from the shore again. After that, we watched Jaws. I REALLY didn’t get far from the shore then, even though I knew it was just a fantasized story. Sharks don’t really go after people and eat them. Not really.

It was quite chilly when I went with my son and his wife to Pensacola Beach and walked along the white sand, dodging the tons of jellyfish deposited there. We didn’t go swimming. But that night we watched shark attacks at guess where? Pensacola Beach. Two resulted in deaths. Several others were bitten during a surfing contest. My son told me how they could see schools of bull sharks while they were flying over the Gulf also.

I know that sharks don’t mean to eat us, but you know what? I’d take a chance with a wolf. Especially if he was a werewolf.

The thing about werewolves is they’re hot and sexy and protective and loving—for life—and family oriented and hot and sexy and…well, you get the picture! They’re yummy. No one would mess with you if you took your wolf for a walk. In an upcoming release, the heroine actually suggests that while she and Duncan MacNeill are dealing with the bad guys in the Grand Cayman Islands, in the Highland sequel to Heart of the Highland Wolf.

Oh, and yes, there is a mention of sharks. A couple of mentions, truly. J  I actually did everything that they did—walked the plank from a pirate ship, took the submarine out (they wouldn’t), enjoyed a dinner cruise, swam with the rays…only I didn’t run like a wolf… ate at the restaurant where there’s a bit of a confrontation, walked the beaches, swam…but not at night…like they did. That’s when the sharks come out to feed, you know. And I did witness the man with the chain to his wrist locked onto a briefcase, wearing a dark suit while the rest of us were in beach attire. And did see tons of strange banks on the island. More about that in the story.

But before that, comes Dreaming of the Wolf, A SEAL in Wolf’s Clothing, and the first of the jaguar stories. They’re working on a book cover as we speak. Or…as I write.

In Dreaming of the Wolf, we finally get Jake’s story, and I’m working on Tom’s story right now.

Jake has already been in two stories, Destiny of the Wolf and Wolf Fever. He’s the triplet brother of the pack leader and he serves as sub leader, along with Tom. Jake’s the second oldest brother, doesn’t believe in dream mating, although both Tom and Darien do so he seemed perfect to carry on the family history of dreaming of the wolf who should be his mate—with a caveat. She’s human, and werewolves don’t dream mate about humans. So something’s not right with that scenario. Figures. Since Jake doesn’t believe in it anyway. But he fears for her life, so he’s hopeful that the dream mating means she’s still alive. And he’s determined to find her. And learn why he’s dreaming about her when he shouldn’t be. But it’s more than. They have a drive to be together that can’t be denied.

  • What would you do if Jake was reaching out for you, even though you knew it was too dangerous for him to get to know you better? And you didn't know just how capable the hunk of a wolf was at protecting you?

Thanks so much to Sia for having me here today! I hope your readers enjoy hooking up with Jake and his wolf pack again. And never swim too far out into the ocean without a plan…

DREAMING OF THE WOLF Available now in stores and online
Jake Silver doesn't believe in fate or dream mating, despite the fact his brother and other family members have been afflicted with this strange notion. But when dreams begin to plague him about a woman so seductive, he wakes up in a sweat and he's losing way too much sleep over it, he seeks to learn the truth. Can dream mating be a reality? Is the woman real? 
Alicia Greiston doesn't dream. Not ever. So when a man visits her in the first dream she's ever had, she's startled, pleased, then alarmed. He's not going away, and the dreams take a sinister turn. He's in trouble, and if the dreams are a foreshadowing of the future, she has to save him. EXCERPT

TERRY SPEAR: Award-winning author of urban fantasy and medieval historical romantic suspense, Heart of the Wolf named in Publishers Weekly's BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR, NOR Reader Choice for BEST PARANORMAL ROMANCE.

She’s a retired lieutenant colonel in the U.S. Army Reserves and has an MBA from Monmouth University  and a Bachelors in Business and Distinguished Military Graduate of West Texas A & M. She also creates award-winning teddy bears, Wilde & Woolly Bears, to include personalized bears designed to commemorate authors’ books. When she’s not writing or making bears, she’s teaching online writing courses. Terry on Facebook, Twitter, Website


welcome to my world of poetry said...

Most enjoyable post and wonderful to read.


Terry Spear/Terry Lee Wilde said...

Thanks, Yvonne!

Does everyone know that it's Christmas at the end of this week??? How did that happen? Happy holidays, everyone!!!

Jo said...

I love wolves, my office is covered in wolf pix. I have several wolf plates. Hubby is the same. Liked the werewolves in Twilight so sure I will love your werewolves.

Not so keen on sharks.

Terry Spear/Terry Lee Wilde said...

LOL, Jo, me either on sharks. I petted one in New Orleans, rough sandpaper like skin, and swam above them in New Orleans in a big tank. But I much prefer wolves! :) At the library where I work, I have all wolves and Highland stuff, above my desk. :) At first, some of those who don't know me well wondered why all the wolves, then learned I write about a werewolf kind of way!

Terry Spear/Terry Lee Wilde said...

Sia, thanks so much for having me!!! I'm loving your Christmas music as background before I go to work! I have to leave early to ship some contest books, self shipping machine out of order on Sunday *sigh*....
Be back after a while. :)

diva donna said...

Merry Christmas!! lovely music, I feel so festive, something is wrong. I hear lovely music, the decorations are up, packages under the tree. I'm dreaming of a hunky wolf Jake with Christmas elf boxers snoring beside me. BUT, I'm also dreaming of a white Christmas. when I look out my window, I see brown leaves, green grass. But I just heard the weatherman say Texas has a better chance of seeing a white Christmas than we do here in the frigid north. ACK!! As long as I don't dream of Sharks circling my bed wearing mistletoe, smiling at me, I'll be ok. The snow will come.

Kat Sheridan said...

The cover of the book is wonderful, not the least because there's a cover quote from Sia! And wolves are just yummy! And no, I don't swim in the ocean any more. When I was young I was stung by a jellyfish, which hurt like the very devil. Nowadays it's not so much thinking about all the things in the water that can take a bite out of you, it's knowing that you're swimming in the same water where fishies poop. LOL!

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~Sia McKye~ said...

Donna, Glad you like the music. I did a bit of a revamp of the site last week. No snow here and I'm really fine with that.

I'm hoping now sharks dressed mistletoe end up in your bedroom either--a hunky wolf would be much better. :-)

~Sia McKye~ said...

Jo, I've always loved wolves too. I have two boxes of wolf plates packed away. One box was given to me from my oldest brother. I don't have room to hang them in my office, lol!

L. Diane Wolfe said...

I don't even go in the waters off the Carolina beach. A friend who teaches snorkeling said if people knew how many sharks were just off shore, no one would go in!

And you are a winner at my blog today, Sia.

Jo said...

Music, what music???

I once said to a skipper in the Med - there's no sharks in the Med, his reply - it only takes one.

~Sia McKye~ said...

You can't hear the music Jo? Maybe your speakers are off or turned down low?

~Sia McKye~ said...

Diane, I'm a winner? Really? I need to go see what I'm a winner of, lol!

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Now I'm going to stay out of the woods and the water!

Terry Spear/Terry Lee Wilde said...

Donna, the temperature is supposed to drop rapidly about 3 this afternoon, and possible tornadoes. ARgh. Not Christmasy in the least. Jake in Christmas boxers? Yum. :)

Kat, when I was little, I picked up a Man-of-War...thought it looked like a beautiful purple balloon. Put me into shock. And jellyfish? Yeah, another hazard. My dad swam with those momentarily until he could get back into the boat. A friend of my mother's nearly lost her foot when she stepped on the poisonous horseshoe crab's barbed tail. :( I love the ocean, still swim in it, but...

Diane, I always think of that when I swim. What you can't see, can't eat you. Right! :)

Terry Spear/Terry Lee Wilde said...

Alex, what's in the woods? Hunky werewolves! :)

justpeachy36 said...

Great post, Terry!

We are lovers of all things Shark Week here at our house as well...

Congrats to your son on completing his training! A wonderful accomplishment and I appreciate anyone brave enough and willing enough to serve in our countries armed forces.

I really enjoyed having you over at my blog last week (Debbie's Book Bag) and I thought this was a really fun post. This is the first time I've been at Over Coffee and Sia, your blog is just gorgeous (love the seasonal music as well).

I noticed that Sia mentioned having a teddy bear created with McKay colors. I would love to have one in Hamilton clan colors, Terry If you're up for taking orders... LOL...

Have a great holiday, both of you!

Terry Spear/Terry Lee Wilde said...

Thanks, Debbie! Too funny about loving Shark week also! :)

Thanks on my son. I'm really proud of him, only wishing his grandfather who had been retired AF could have been there. He would have loved it!

Thanks for having me at your blog last week. I'm happy to do it again in March! Same with Sia!

I'm always up for taking orders. I do have the Hamilton clan fabric. That was the bear that I made for another order last week! It's been a really popular clan. :) Sia's McKay bear will be a first. :)

Happy Holidays, Debbie! And thanks again!

~Sia McKye~ said...

Terry, you know you're always welcome here! And I'll be sure to look for you in March.

Not many of the MacKay's asking for bears, huh? Not to mention, a piper bear with bagpipes, lolol!

I have Jake's story on order, yay! Why not kindle? B/c I have a collection of your books. See how I am?

Debbie, thanks for stopping by, ma'am. I'm going to have to pop over to your blog. I love the designation, Justpeachy.

Terry Spear/Terry Lee Wilde said...

Thanks, Sia! Yeah, Hamilton and MacLeod are my two biggest orderers! :) Look forward to seeing you in March!

Yeah, there's just something about paper. I love books. :)