No spankings? How about a good curry? Penny Alley visits

Happy first day of October! Halloween is one of my favorite holidays, and I am gearing up for a full month of trick or treating. So bring on the paranormals!

One of my favorite authors, just published her brand new paranormal romance. It was so freaking good, I couldn’t put it down! (I bought it and started reading late last night, then finished it tonight.)

I loved Karly’s Wolf as much as I loved Incubus Moon (and that is saying a lot!)

This book was jam packed with heart pounding adventure, wonderful alpha dominance, hot werewolves, and a killer plot.

I freaking LOVED this book!

 

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So for those of you that haven’t been introduced to Maren Smith’s paranormal / non spanking side, come meet Penny Alley. 🙂

Katherine Deane: How long have you been writing?

 

Penny Alley: I have been writing since I was 15 or so, and it was spanking stories right from the start.

Katherine Deane:  Who came first- Penny or Maren? spanking fiction or paranormal?

 

Penny Alley:  Maren Smith came first. Actually, Denise Hall came first. That was my first alias and it was for BDSM stories, rather harsh non-con themes.

Katherine Deane: What’s the biggest difference between the two?

 

Penny Alley:  Penny Alley is the alias I use for mainstream paranormal romances that do not have spanking in it. I wanted that alias because I want Maren Smith fans to know that every single Maren Smith book they pick up will have spanking in it as a part of the plot and dynamic.

Katherine Deane: Which is your favorite? Or what are your favorite things about each?

 

Penny Alley:  I don’t have a favorite. I love spanking romances. Spanking is a big part of my life. I life a DD lifestyle with my husband and I don’t think I could separate spanking from romance and sex if you paid me. lol However, I do love paranormal romances and not every story allows for a hero who spanks. For instance, in Karly’s Wolf. While I can easily envision Colton spanking for sex and fun, there was no way I was going to take a battered woman on the run and turn that into a spanking story. It just did not work.

Katherine Deane: In a perfect world, what would you write?

 

Penny Alley:  Exactly what I am writing. I am living in a perfect world of my own making. 🙂 I honestly can’t imagine doing anything else. I write what I love, whether it’s a Maren Smith, Darla Phelps or Penny Alley theme. If the story is strong, I write it. If there’s someone out there who enjoys reading what I write, then the more the better. I write what I want to read. If other people enjoy reading them too, then that’s absolutely awesome!

Katherine Deane: Incubus, gods, werewolves… what’s next for Penny? any new types?

 

Penny Alley:  The next Penny Alley is going to be the next in the Hollow Hills series. There will be 3 books total, and then I get to finish Finding Sunrise–the romance between a woman traveling across country and the man she picks up to be her traveling companion. it’s going to be very different from anything else I’ve ever done.

 

Thanks, Penny / Maren! And congratulations on your awesome new paranormal. I loved it, and am shouting from the rooftops. This one is right up there with Incubus Moon. A fantastic story, with such vivid descriptions. I loved it!

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Excerpt

“The Alpha male of Hollow Hills?” She tried not to laugh because for all that it sounded

silly coming out of her mouth, both he and Mama Margo had used that word quite seriously. “All

right, so what does an Alpha do?” She couldn’t resist knocking on her chest and offering a sedate

Tarzan yodel.

Colton laughed again, and for the second time said, “Close enough.”

“No, I’m sorry. I’ll be serious. I’m curious. Besides “catching” his Bride—which stirs up

a whole slew of new questions, by the way—what does an Alpha do?”

Having rounded a curve in the road, Karly could see the summit of the Ridge up ahead.

They weren’t close enough yet for her to glimpse the tents through the trees or the colorful

pennants, but she could hear the shouting and the laughter and the occasional snap of cloth in the

“We lead,” Colton answered, his expression seeming to close the nearer they drew to

the crowded fairgrounds. “We guard our territories.” He looked at her then. “And we protect all

those within it.”

The implication of what he was trying not to say wasn’t lost on her. Karly flushed, a slow

burning heat that moved up from her core to scald her cheeks. She had to change the subject.

“And you decide who gets to be Alpha via ragtag games of tackle football?”

“No.” For the first time, his flash of a smile seemed genuine. “The games are simply

a means to an end. It gives you a chance to show off your strength to potential females, and if

you’re lucky, you can also knock a few of your competitors out of the running.”

“Is that what you were doing yesterday with that boy?” Having finally reached the

summits’ intended parking lot, they stepped off the road together, gravel crunching under both

their feet.

“That’s what he was trying to do to me.”

Despite the veiled ruthlessness that she had witnessed yesterday, Karly liked walking

beside him. She liked hearing the crunch of his boots grinding in the loose rock and she liked

feeling the heat of him, even hotter than the surrounding sun, every time his arm bumped lightly

into hers. On the few times when he pulled a little ahead of her, she really liked watching him

walk. That swaggering strut of his struck her as sexy. He didn’t even seem to know how sexy

that was, and that appealed to her, even though she knew it shouldn’t.

“So what’s on the agenda today? More football and beating each other up?” Karly

stopped when he did, but while he stared off toward the banners and tents, she continued to study

“Not today,” he said softly, and then began to smile. “Sounds like they’ve got something

else planned.”

Karly tried to hear what he was, but it was just shouting and cheering. To her, it said

football game, but as they approached the same grassy field where Colton had tackled and been

tackled the day before, instead of teams of men beating each other into the ground, today it was

the women’s turn. In this case, the term “the gentler sex” seemed to hold no meaning.

“Oh whoa,” Karly said, trying hard not to sound judgmental. Just as the men had done

the day before, the contestants were engaged in a rowdy game of skins versus skins. Some

were wearing sports bras, but most hadn’t bothered, and all of them wore dirt and bruises from

no-holds-barred tackles to the ground regardless of who had the ball. “These are your Bridal

choices?”

Colton grinned. “I do love our old, time-honored traditions, don’t you?”

Karly’s startled laugh cut into a wince when four women collided and the one on the

bottom of the pile came up bloodied, spitting teeth and grass, and with an arm that bent in ways

no human arm should. “Oh wow, these girls are serious.”

“Deadly,” Colton agreed. “They have a lot to prove. Strong women attract strong mates.”

“So does a good curry.”

Colton chuckled. “Fond as I am of curry, a woman’s cooking skills aren’t half as

important as strength, courage and good family ties. There are a lot of men here competing for

Brides and not one of them is going to care how well she cooks.”

Another bone-crushing tackle resulted in two women picking themselves up off the

ground. Both spat blood, but only swiped their mouths and rejoined the next line up. This was

not hair-pulling, bitch-slapping, name-calling, feminine warfare. This was every bit as brutal as

the men had been the day before.

“This has Bridezillas beat all to hell and back,” Karly said flatly, and then looked at him.

“You want to marry one of these women?”

His smile dimmed around the corners of his mouth. He inclined his head. “Want doesn’t

have anything to do with it. But yes, in three days’ time, we will have our Hunt and I will take

one of these women for my Bride.”

He did not look happy about it. Funny, but she kind of felt a little disappointed too. She

wasn’t even fully divorced yet. She didn’t have a right to feel like this.

Karly faced the field and tried to study his options with an unbiased eye. “But you don’t

know which one?”

“No.”

“Then why do it?”

“Because it’s our way.”

The look she flashed him now was all but annoyed. “Oh, come on. What are you,

gypsies?”

“Not exactly.” He made no effort to change his answer.

Karly cringed when the ball was hiked and two walls of shouting women collided. It

might have been simply the sound of the impact, but she thought she heard bones snap. “Oh my

God.” She tried to cover her eyes, but couldn’t make herself stop watching. “What if you don’t

suit? Apart from potential chest sizes, what do you know about any of these women?”

“I know they care about our traditions.” Colton glanced at her sidelong. “I know they are

fierce and determined enough to suffer pain in the hopes of attracting my attention. And I know

that they will bring that determination into our marriage, because no one wants to be miserable

with the one they have vowed to share the rest of their life.”

Karly flinched again, but this time it had nothing to do with what was happening before

her. “What if you are miserable?”

“Then we’ll separate. We aren’t perfect, but we aren’t draconian either.”

Another hike of the ball resulted in another bone-jarring tackle, this time punches were

thrown and she could have sworn one girl bit another. Karly folded her arms across her chest,

hugging herself against an answer she, for some reason, didn’t really want to know. “If you have

to pick, have you at least whittled down your options?”

A ghost of his former smile returned. Colton faced the field, folding his arms across

his chest now too. “Sadly, I haven’t dedicated the proper attention to even begin my whittling.

My…family is not at all pleased with me.”

“Your family has to approve of her too?”

“At this point, they won’t care just so long as I get one. Any one.” He didn’t sound happy

about that, either.

“Okay.” Karly studied the field. She pointed to a blonde, her long curly hair pulled back

in a ponytail and her bouncing breasts covered but pertly outlined by the wife-beater t-shirt she

wore. “How about that one?” She tried her best not to think about Colton covering that woman

the way she’s dreamed he’d done to her the night before.

“Not if you paid me,” Colton said flatly.

That drawling rejection made her so ridiculously happy that she actually smiled. “Why

“Her father’s been trying to get his hands on Hollow Hills for years. He failed at brute

force, so now he’s trying through diplomacy.”

“And if you married her, he’d as good as succeed,” she concluded. “I didn’t realize

politics were also involved.”

“Politics are always involved,” Colton informed her.

“All right.” Karly studied the field again, taking her time now to pick and choose among

the competing hopefuls. “What about that one?”

“The brunette with the dragon tattoo?” He snorted when she nodded. “She’s barely more

than a child.”

“She’s old enough to have a tattoo,” she pointed out.

“I’m thirty-eight. I don’t want a Bride I’ll have to spank and send to bed without supper.”

Karly quickly bit back another smile. “All right, so one of the older ladies.”

“Not too old,” he corrected, his eyes now sparkling with amusement as well. “I don’t

want to push her wheelchair quite yet either.”

“No toothless, old biddies,” she agreed and scanned their options. She’d been trying to

steer clear of the shirtless ones, but feeling emboldened now, she chose one. “That one, the short-
haired blonde.”

“She’s being particularly aggressive,” Colton noted.

“She does seem very strong. And if she’s not thirty, then she can’t be far from it, so no

spanking required.”

“More’s the pity. She’s got the perfect backside for it—nice, round and jubbly.”

That caught her so off-guard, that Karly actually whapped him on the arm as she laughed.

Colton made no effort to retaliate, but flashed that good-natured grin instead. In spite of herself,

Karly relaxed even more. “I can’t believe you just said that. All right. So, she’s strong, grown,

has a nice butt, and since she’s running around in public without her shirt on, we’ll just assume

for now that she’s open to kinky sex. All that’s left is to find out what her family is like.”

“I have no idea; never met them.”

“Have you talked to her yet?”

“Enough to know she has a nasally laugh.”

“So, you want a strong, older woman from a good family, into kinky sex, but without the

nasally laugh.”

“Is that asking too much, do you think?” He bumped his shoulder to hers, lowering his

head in conspiratory humor, which made her feel as if he were trying to get intimately closer.

She liked that too.

“I think you’d be better off looking for someone who makes a good curry.”

*****

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18 thoughts on “No spankings? How about a good curry? Penny Alley visits

  1. Roz Harrison

    Enjoyed reading the interview, thank you Katherine and Penny. Congratulations on the release Penny, love the sound of this! Great, interesting snippet. Love the dialogue between them.

    Hugs
    Roz

    Reply
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      1. Jule Malin

        Ok, great! I can forgo the spankings (sadly) but I insist on some good, Hot primal sex. I have just over $4 left on my Kindle card and want to spend it wisely. I don’t get paid for another 7 days. (I’d hate to have to stand on a busy street, homemade cardboard sign in hand: “Will work for Kindle Cards”)

  3. Corinne Alexander

    What a treat it was to read this interview and learn more about the book!! Katherine and I have VERY similar taste in books. Aside from spanking romance paranormal is my top pick! I can’t wait to read this one!!

    Reply
  4. Jule Malin

    Bought the book and I already love it. I am at the 18% point. Maren/Penny writes you can instantly relate to.

    Reply
      1. Jule Malin

        I am at the 42% point. Gabe is telling Colton that some of the pack are worried the he (Colton) is more interested in Karly than getting a volka mate.

      2. Jule Malin

        Colton just kissed Karly for the first time. I must leave for work now. Sadly putting my Kindle away!

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