Let's start with you telling us a little bit about yourself, Kelly.
Howdy! I'm Kelly Wyre, which rhymes with here, (have a) beer (and keep in good) cheer. I've been writing all my life and was first published at age eight, technically speaking. I usually count age fourteen, which was when a poem or two of mine was published. I'm a Leo, prefer mountains to the beach, love anyone or anything who or that makes me think, and I'm on what we'll call a first-name basis with the creepily esoteric parts of life. I call it Betty, it calls me Al, and it makes one heck of a bodyguard.
What would people be most surprised to learn about you?
I'm not sure I can speak to what most people would find surprising, but I can tell you a few things that people have told me did, in point of fact, shock them. I'm married. To a man. (The latter seems to come as somewhat of a shock to certain individuals; but that's okay. My friends inform me that I never a member of straight society.) I'm small in stature, but I have huge feet. Centipedes and things to do with eyeballs squick me right out, and I've been known to turn worrying into an Olympic sport.
When did you start writing? Is it something you've always been interested in, or did it develop later in life?
I started writing when I learned that letters made words made sentences. My first word was "book," not "Ma" or "Da." I think it was sort of predestined that words and I would have a long, if occasionally tempestuous, relationship.
Has it been everything you thought it would be or not?
Writing? Oh… See, writing is me and I am the writing. We cannot be separated. It keeps me company, gives me safe harbor, is my outlet, my lover, my children, and my rival. It's been like air ever since I can remember.
How did it feel when you realized that your very first book was going to be published?
Like I had just ridden the wildest rollercoaster known to mankind and the only thing I wanted to do was get right back in line and go again.
What's your favorite part of writing a book?
Having chats with the new people who drop by my metaphysical home.
Do you get time to read for pleasure? If so, which books do you enjoy?
I make time. And I read everything. Let's see… right now I'm reading The Gift by AF Henley, Doctor Sleep by King, the first in the Kushiel's series by Carey, the Special Forces Unarmed Combat Manual, A History of Ballet, The Real Nureyev, and Cloud Atlas. I'm what you might call masochistically addicted to multi-tasking.
Are there any other genres you'd be interested in writing?
I do write other genres. I dig horror and fantasy and love smushing them together whenever possible.
Please tell us a little about your most recent release.
I wrote FIGHT to combat heartache. I had lost someone very dear to me in extremely painful circumstances. I needed and wanted to get lost in writing a book that, if at all possible, reminded me what I believed in and espoused characteristics I both valued and would need to get through the pain. Traits such as honesty, integrity, gratitude, endurance, and the kind of love that exists when two people are totally themselves with the other person or persons; that's what I was going for, at any rate. It was a healing journey, and it helped me find my balance in both writing and life.
What can we look forward to in the future from you?
Well, let's see... I've got a short story coming out from Storm Moon Press in May. I did a novel-length tag-team fiction piece with AF Henley called Vision Quest (found here for free and in full) that will soon be available for free download on Smashwords, Goodreads, and Amazon, good Lord and the little gods of formatting willing. I'm working on the next New Amsterdam novel, a fantasy novel here and there, a series of short stories for a BDSM line, and Henley and I are also doing an ongoing art project called Eight Turns of Fate (link here) that tells a story via "modern" technology means. ...and I'm probably leaving something out.
Anything you want to say to your readers?
Yes. Thank you. Light and love to you and yours, always.
Kelly Wyre's recent releases:
To Nathan Hunt, honesty is anything but the best policy. Telling the truth has gotten him nothing but heartache and pain; so lying about who he is and what he wants seems to be the only path to job security and friends. Hell, it even brings him a hollow kind of happiness.
Except, that's not much of a life for any man. Especially one with Nathan's passions. Desperate to cure his self-made misery, Nathan agrees to go along with a con that will score cash for Nathan to start over. There's just one problem: lying is getting harder by the day. And a con who can't lie, is a con who gets caught.
Nathan's attempts to distract himself from his moral quandary lead him to a mysterious, intoxicating man named Fury. The Mixed Martial Arts fighter knows a thing or two about lies and pasts better left buried. He and Nathan have something else in common – they both want to be with someone who lets them be themselves.
Together, they undertake a journey that proves honesty is more dangerous and more difficult than either of them could have imagined. And as they combat addiction, thugs, guns, and their own inner demons, Nathan and Fury can only hope that their battle to be together will be worth the bitter fight.
Shot in the Dark by Kelly Wyre & H.J. Raine
Ellis Parker is a military man who puts his faith in truth, duty, honor, and living for the moment. Keeping that peace isn't easy, and he reveres the person who helps him stay on his chosen path: Ellis' former Dominant lover and New Amsterdam's most well-connected bartender, Maxwell Clark. So when Clark makes a rare and unexpected offer that might let Ellis relive the days when Ellis was Clark's, who is Ellis to refuse such a chance?
Winter's Knight by Kelly Wyre & H.J. Raine
As the son of the infamous New Amsterdam city mayor, Lucian learned at an early age that power is king, love is for the weak, and a real man never has a use for tears or mercy. The only source of light in Lucian's formative years is Shea Ollivander, who gives Lucian the impetus to break free from his father's rule and leave the city. Shea is never far from Lucian's side, a friend and companion.
But after a lover dies despite Lucian's best efforts, Lucian returns home with a new purpose: build an empire of resources and men to destroy the sources of darkness that steal lives and souls. Shea's back in the city, too, and when three long years pass without contact, Lucian realizes he can't live without telling the man he loves that Shea is Lucian's only solace and reason for living.
When the inclusion of Shea in Lucian's life leads to a horrifying discovery of pain and suffering at the hands of the very evil Lucian wishes to annihilate, the prince of the underground realm must set his sights on a path of bloody vengeance to save his newfound lover from certain destruction.
Excerpt from FIGHT:
Nathan registered the look of dulled shock in Duke’s eyes, and a presence manifested next to them. Nathan shoved Duke away but didn’t do anything else. He was too busy staring up at Fury and fighting for control.
Fury leveled a gaze on Nathan but didn’t say a word or lift a hand. He had on jeans, a checkered shirt, and a long coat that was stretched taut across his shoulders.
“Oh, hey…hey, Fury.” Duke straightened his clothing, but he was the rabbit cornered in the hunt. “Didn’t… Man, I didn’t see you.”
Fury swiveled his head and glowered. Duke backed up, smart enough to read a cold trail. “We cool, man. We all cool, here. Nate? You know where to find me if you need me, right?”
Nathan struggled to make his vision stop bleeding red and didn’t answer.
“Cool. It’s cool.” Duke smacked his lips and jogged off in the other direction.
Nathan would have sighed in relief and slumped against the wall, but Fury returned his focus to Nathan, who suddenly had sympathy for those insects pinned to boards for display.
“Ah…” Nathan cleared his throat. He wiped his palms on his jeans and tried to think straight. “Um…hey.”
Fury still said nothing, and Nathan tensed so he wouldn’t squirm. “You had a great fight. Earlier, I mean. Inside…in the…not out… Right.”
Fury blinked. Slowly. His eyelashes were so dark and thick, it looked like the guy wore mascara. He wasn’t exactly an attractive man in the traditional sense. Too much forehead, eyes too close together, big, crooked nose…
“Duke’s an asshole,” Nathan babbled. “Harmless, usually. Just fucked up tonight.” Nathan had no idea why on God’s green earth he was defending Duke. Or maybe he was defending himself. Trying to be smooth after a tweaked-out piece of shit cornered him in a parking lot, and Nathan had to tamp down the urge to kill Duke with his bare hands? Christ, what was wrong with him? Nathan took anger out on himself, not others.
“He sells some decent weed, if that’s your thing,” Nathan tried to joke, laughing feebly. Fury only had three inches of height on Nathan, but Fury might as well be the size of skyscrapers.
“It’s not,” Fury said in his characteristic growl. “My thing.”
“Oh.” Nathan coughed. Of course, he would try to push weed on a teetotaler. That was Nathan’s style, right there. Smooth. “Well. Sure. Not with what you do for a living, right? Can’t be good for the—”
“I got other things.” Nathan shut his mouth with an audible clack of teeth. Fury still studied Nathan, hands loose at his sides, shoulders at ease, expression neutral. If the fighting thing ever failed, Fury had a bright future in poker. “That right?” Nathan asked.
Fury nodded, and again, it was slow. “Yeah.” Fury looked Nathan up and down, just like he had after Nathan had spotted him on the weight bench. Must be trying to place him. No way was it anything else.
“You were at the gym,” Fury said at last.
With the threads of recognition in Fury’s tone, Nathan’s logic died, and he got sucker punched by hope. Stupid, untimely, insipid, teenager-with-a-crush hope. “I…uh, yeah, I was. I think.”
“You think?” Fury asked with what might have been amusement.
“I do. Think,” Nathan replied with more assurance. It was easier to come by when he told himself this conversation wasn’t really happening.
Fury finally quit inspecting Nathan and glanced around the parking lot. “You headin’ back inside?”
“I…I don’t think so.”
Fury stared at something far away. “You interested in some more action?”
“Always.” The answer flew from Nathan’s lips before he could catch it. The symptoms of the panic returned, but they hurt a little less. “What you got?”
Fury shoved his hands into his pockets. “I got somewhere to be.” He took a few steps toward the row of cars, and he paused, raising his eyebrows at Nathan. “You comin’?”