I want to take a minute to thank Charlie Cochet for having me as her guest. She is an amazing lady and a wonderful friend. I tip my eyes and my hat to you. 🙂
Yellowstone wolves is my first endeavor into paranormal stories. When I decided to write a shifter story, I really wanted to come up with a premise that would be different and engaging. So while I usually start with the characters, with this story I started with the environment. The setting, world building, and even religion of my wolves was very important in order to make the world come to life. Once I had that, then I could populate the world with the characters and make the entire story come to life.
One thing that has fascinated me for years is the reintroduction of wolves into Yellowstone and their effect on the environment. So I decided to set my world in that area. As I was working up this idea, I read Kate Douglas’s Dark Wolf series and hit on the idea for the Mother goddess. I contacted Kate and she was very gracious about letting me use the idea. (She is amazing) After that, the characters came to life for me. All I had to do was set Mikael and Denton in my world as the alphas of neighboring packs, both under threat, and the rest of the story came to me. I love it when that happens and I adored writing this story. It’s fun, sexy, heated, passionate, with action, romance, and deep emotion. It carried me on a journey and I hope it will for you too.
Author: Dirk Greyson
Series: Yellowstone Wolves
Genre: M/M Paranormal Shifters
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: Aug 31 2015
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
When alpha shifter Mikael Volokov is called to witness a challenge, he learns the evil and power-hungry Anton Gregor will stop at nothing to attain victory. Knowing he will need alliances to keep his pack together, Mikael requests a congress with the Evergreen pack and meets Denton Arguson, Evergreen alpha, to ask for his help. Fate has a strange twist for both of them though, and Mikael and Denton soon realize they’re destined mates.
Denton resists the pull between them—he has his own pack and his own responsibilities. But Mikael isn’t willing to give up. The Mother has promised Mikael his mate, told him he must fight for him, and that only together can they defeat the coming darkness. When Anton casts his sights on Denton’s pack, attacks and sabotage follow, pulling Denton and Mikael together to defeat a common enemy. But Anton’s threats sow seeds of destruction enough to break any bond, and the mates’ determination to challenge the darkness may be their only saving grace.
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“If we can smell them, they can scent us, so we’ll stay where we are for a moment.” Mikael inhaled again, pulling the scent of heaven from the air. He scented once again and his nose damn near jumped off his face and did some sort of happy dance. Mikael turned to Karl, wondering if he smelled it as well, but his brother scanned around on his usual protective alert. “Do you smell that?”
“What? All I smell are two wolves, and it’s getting stronger but I don’t see anyone yet.” Karl turned toward the restaurant. “They must be in there.” Karl stopped as Mikael stared at him. “What? You look like you do when Mom bakes her wild strawberry pie and you can smell it for miles.”
“This is better,” Mikael whispered as a surge of energy raced through him, settling in his now aching groin. Fuck, what the hell is this? His pants were achingly tight and his dick was about to shred the seams of his pants.
“What’s wrong with you? Your teeth are lowering and your eyes have gone feral,” Karl whispered. “It isn’t like you to lose control. What gives?”
“Fuck if I know,” Mikael whispered and inhaled through his mouth, trying anything to calm himself. His wolf wanted out badly, and Mikael was seconds from turning his head to the ceiling and howling to the heavens, which was not good and could not happen. He turned away and saw a sign for the restrooms. He didn’t say a word, just headed for them with Karl right behind him.
“What’s wrong with you? This meeting is important and you lose control now?”
“I just need a few seconds, that’s all. Stand outside and make sure everyone stays away. I’ll be right out.” Mikael pushed the door open and the scents of the bathroom, while clean, overwhelmed his nose and blocked out whatever had set him off. Strong scents were always hard on wolves, so none of them ever wore anything but what God gave them. All Mikael could come up with was that the scents the humans were wearing must have short-circuited his nose for a few minutes. He went to the sink and ran the cold water, splashing some on his face. He breathed normally and his wolf, while active, seemed to settle back down.
“I’m in control, and unless we want a disaster on our hands, I have to stay in control,” Mikael repeated to himself and his wolf for a few seconds. Both halves of himself had to be in agreement at a critical time like this. Once he was feeling better, Mikael left the restroom and stepped out into the lobby.
He scented cologne and deodorant from the humans and wrinkled his nose slightly before dismissing it. Then the sweet, earthy scent hit him again: human mixed with wolf, and earth, heaven, water, and fire all at once.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. Let’s go. We have business to conduct.” He was going to do this come hell or high water. He led Karl to the restaurant and stepped inside. Instantly his gaze fell on two large men who met their gazes intently. The one had the warm, rich skin of a Native American. He slowly got to his feet and stood to the side of the other man. “Mother, help me,” Mikael whispered. The other man was broader, and as he got to his feet, it was obvious he matched Mikael in height, size, and strength. He was also stunning, with blond hair that reached his shoulders in light waves, but as soon as Mikael got a few steps closer, it was the eyes—as blue and deep as the clear summer sky—that damn near touched his soul. Those eyes were familiar; he’d seen them one time before. The Mother herself had shown them to him long ago. This was his mate, and he was truly royally screwed. Two alphas together would be like dropping gasoline onto a forest fire. They did not mix, and they would fight each other tooth and nail. This was totally fucked up. He inhaled, and his wolf bounded upward desperately trying to come forward. It took all the willpower he could muster to stop him and to keep his expression neutral as he stepped toward the two men.
Dirk is very much an outside kind of man. He loves travel and seeing new things. Dirk worked in corporate America for way too long and now spends his days writing, gardening, and taking care of the home he shares with his partner of more than two decades. He has a Master’s Degree and all the other accessories that go with a corporate job. But he is most proud of the stories he tells and the life he’s built. Dirk lives in Pennsylvania in a century old home and is blessed with an amazing circle of friends.