Secrets of a Wolf Final cover






CRB: Hi, Kelly. Before we get started, I’d like to inform our readers that they can find copies of Secrets of A Wolf right here:, and my 4-star review right here:

 Now, down to the interview. 

You and I have had a cyberconnection for quite a while now, and I’m very happy to be talking to you on such an auspicious occasion as the release of The Secrets of the Wolf. As my readers can see by recent review, I thought quite highly of this tale, and I’m anxious to hear your insights.

First of all, Paranormal Romance seems to have become quite popular  lately. I’m curious what what made you want to start writing in that genre in the first place. 

KELLY: I have been a fan of paranormal stories since I first began reading. Beginning with monster stories like Frankenstein and Dracula, moving to programs like Dark Shadows and then on to more modern stories like Harry Potter and Harry Dresden. I’ve always been drawn in by magical beings who are more than human.

CRB: Reading them is one thing, but what do you find most appealing about creating these kinds of stories?

K: These beings I create for my stories live harder, fight harder and love harder than characters in a contemporary romance. They have unique issues that cause problems with relationships and many times keep them from the people they love. Based on who they are or what they can do, such as shifting into a spirit animal, like Cameron in Secrets of a Wolf, their lives cause a unique treasure trove of issues that just beg to written into stories.

CRB: Are there basic differences and challenges in dealing with the different elements of storytelling, characterization, plotting, etc. in the paranormal as opposed to other genres?

K: A lot of the work is the same. You need to do character profiling and outlining the same as other genres, but the paranormal gives you special challenges. In order to write a good love story without things getting weird, you have to plan how and when your characters will fall in love and solve the riddles of how the special gifts of your characters will affect one another. Will a particular gift drive away a human? Can they only love within their own kind? Those are just some of the challenges that face a paranormal romance author. Also you have to create the special world with its own rules in which creatures of your creation can exist. Much like Science Fiction and Fantasy, you need to build a setting where your characters can be believable and seem real to your reader. Then You need to draw the reader into that magical world with you and weave a story that entraps them until they arrive on the other side of your story breathless and satisfied.

CRB: Breathless and satisfied. A divine state of being indeed. As I noted above, you work a great deal in the graphic and visual arts as well as on the literary side. How different is it to work with words instead of pictures?

K: A very interesting question. Not that different actually. As I form a story in my head, I play it like a movie. I envision scenes and how my characters’ facial expressions might look. Working with images, either photos or video, just gives you a chance to allow others to experience your tale on a different level. You give them a little more to go on with visual aids than you do with words. However, I believe it is every writer’s challenge to craft a story so well that the reader feels in the midst of the story with the author. Harder to do with words, but when you master the craft, it is a beautiful thing. Writers such as Dean Koontz have mastered this. He’s a genius at painting a picture with words. If I can craft a story half as well as he does, I will consider myself a success.

CRB: The cover of Secrets of a Wolf tells us that it is part of a series. Now that this first one is wrapped up, would you care to share with us something about what’s coming?

 K: I’m hard at work finishing up the stories of the other brothers I introduce in Secrets and exploring the challenges they face being Guardians of Spirit Rock. The next book, Cry of the Cougar will be releasing in February.

What’s funny about me as a writer is I write what comes to me no matter the genre. I think that’s what allows me to appeal to many different types of readers.

In addition to the paranormal series, I’m also working on my first historical fiction novel based on a true story about the end of the Civil War and the flight of one of the Confederate Cabinet Members as he struggled to escape the Union Army.  I feel this will be my best novel yet. It is challenging me like no other book has ever done. The research is exciting and grueling all at the same time, but I want to craft this story in such a compelling way that fans of Gone With the Wind find this story equally as captivating. A lofty goal, I know, but I think I’m up for the challenge.

CRB: Well, you won’t have Clark Gable and Vivian Leigh in the movie’s cast, but I’m sure you’ll find excellent replacements.

Thanks, Kelly, for sharing some of your artistic past, present, and future with us today. Onward into your bright and challenging future. 

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About Kelly

Kelly is the author of eight novels.  She writes young adult thrillers as well as adult romance, romantic suspense and paranormal romance. She writes about gripping characters in tense situations that keep a reader turning the pages. She also spends a great deal of time helping other writers through her blog Write with Kelly (, as the Vice President of the Paranormal Romance guild and a member of the Florida Writer’s Association.

When not writing, Kelly enjoys spending time with her husband of 30+ years and her two college age children, when they find the time. She lives in Florida and enjoys all that living in the sunshine state brings, boating, fishing, beaches, theme parks, and more. Her loves to read (what a surprise!) She likes Thrillers, Romantic Suspense, and Romantic Comedy





Gonzo Funkauser

A.B. Funkhauser is a funeral director, classic car nut and wildlife enthusiast living in Ontario, Canada. Like most funeral directors, she is governed by a strong sense of altruism fueled by the belief that life chooses us and we not it. Her debut novel HEUER LOST AND FOUND, released in April 2015 after five years of studious effort, has inspired four other full length works and over a dozen short stories. SCOOTER NATION, her sophomore effort, is part of her UNAPOLOGETIC LIVES series. Funkhauser is currently working on POOR UNDERTAKER begun during NaNoWriMo 2014.


Heuer Lost and Found - Print

Unrepentant cooze hound lawyer Jürgen Heuer dies suddenly and unexpectedly in his litter-strewn home. Undiscovered, he rages against God, Nazis, deep fryers and analogous women who disappoint him.

At last found, he is delivered to Weibigand Brothers Funeral Home, a ramshackle establishment peopled with above average eccentrics, including boozy Enid, a former girl friend with serious denial issues. With her help and the help of a wise cracking spirit guide, Heuer will try to move on to the next plane. But before he can do this, he must endure an inept embalming, feral whispers, and Enid’s flawed recollections of their murky past.

See Heuer’s trailer @ Book Trailer: [VERY JAZZY. I RECOMMEND IT]



 “Funny, quirky, and sooooo different.”

—Jo Michaels, Jo Michaels Blog

“Eccentric and Funny. You have never read anything like this book. It demands respect for the outrageous capacity of its author to describe in detail human behavior around death.”

—Charlene Jones, author THE STAIN

“The macabre black comedy Heuer Lost And Found, written by A.B. Funkhauser, is definitely a different sort of book!  You will enjoy this book with its mixture of horror and humour.”

—Diana Harrison, Author ALWAYS AND FOREVER

“This beautifully written, quirky, sad, but also often humorous story of Heuer and Enid gives us a glimpse into the fascinating, closed world of the funeral director.”

—Yvonne Hess, Charter Member, The Brooklin 7

“The book runs the gamut of emotions. One minute you want to cry for the characters, the next you are uncontrollably laughing out loud, and your husband is looking at you like you lost your mind, at least mine did.”

“The writing style is racy with no words wasted.”


“For a story centered around death, it is full of life.”


“Like Breaking Bad’s Walter White, Heuer is not a likeable man, but I somehow found myself rooting for him. A strange, complicated character.”

—Kasey Balko, Pickering, Ontario

Raw, clever, organic, intriguing and morbid at the same time … breathing life and laughter into a world of death.

—Josie Montano, Author VEILED SECRETS






New from the land of gonzo

A city divided;

A community under seige;

Conflicting values;

And the death of a beloved.

What will it take to right the wrongs? A line in the pavement.

Aging managing director Charlie Forsythe begins his work day with a phone call to Jocasta Binns, the unacknowledged illegitimate daughter of Weibigand Funeral Home founder, Karl Heinz Sr. Alma Wurtz, a scooter bound sextenarian, community activist, and neighborhood pain in the ass is emptying her urine into the flower beds, killing the petunias. Jocasta cuts him off, reminding him that a staff meeting has been called. Charlie, silenced, is taken aback: he has had no prior input into the meeting and that, on its own, makes it sinister.

The second novel in the UNAPOLOGETIC LIVES series, SCOOTER NATION takes place two years after HEUER LOST AND FOUND. This time, funeral directors Scooter Creighton and Carla Moretto Salinger Blue take centre stage as they battle conflicting values, draconian city by-laws, a mendacious neighborhood gang bent on havoc, and a self absorbed fitness guru whose presence shines an unwanted light on their quiet Michigan neighborhood.



The old humpback with the cloudy eyes and Orwellian proletarian attitude pushed past the young embalmer with a curt “Entschuldigen Sie bitte!—Excuse me!” That Charles E. Forsythe, bespectacled and too tall for his own good, didn’t speak a word of German was incidental. The man grunting at him, or, more accurately, through him was Weibigand senior embalmer Heino Schade, who’d been gossiped about often enough at Charlie’s previous place of employ: “Weibigand’s,” the hairdresser winked knowingly, “is like a Stalag. God only knows where the lampshades come from.”

Whether she was referring to Schade specifically or the Weibigand’s generally didn’t matter. What he gleaned from the talk and what he took with him when he left to go work for them was that he was not expected to understand, only to follow orders.

Schade, muttering over a cosmetic pot that wouldn’t open, suddenly tossed it; the airborne projectile missing Charlie’s black curls by inches. Jumping out of the way, he wondered what to do next.

Newly arrived from Seltenheit and Sons, his new master’s most capricious competitor, expectations that he perform beyond the norm were high. Trading tit for tat, his old boss Hartmut Fläche had fought and lost battles with Karl Heinz Senior since 1937, and wasn’t about to abandon the bad feeling, even as he approached his ninetieth year. That his star apprentice had left under a tenacious cloud to go work for the enemy would no doubt hasten old Harty’s resolve to plot every last Weibigand into the ground before he got there first.[1]

It was incumbent upon Charlie, therefore, to dish some dirt hopefully juicy enough to shutter Seltenheit and Son’s for good.

Stories of the two funeral directors’ acrimony were legend: late night calls to G-men during the war asserting that Weibigand was a Nazi; anonymous reports to the Board of Mortuary Science that Fläche reused caskets; hints at felonious gambling; price-fixing; liquor-making; tax evading; wife swapping; cross dressing; pet embalming; covert sausage making; smokehouses; whore houses; Commie-loving; Semite-hating; and drug using sexual merry-making of an unwholesomeness so heinous as to not be spoken of, but merely communicated through raised eyebrows, was just a scratch.

Ducking under the low rise water pipes that bisected Weibigand’s ceiling in the lower service hall, Charlie shuddered with the thought of retributive action, if only because old men were scary and he was still young. At twenty, he had finished his requisite course requirements, albeit at an advanced age. A lot of the guys were finishing at seventeen, only to be packed off to Vietnam. But Charlie had been delayed by way of the family pig farm which in many ways, could save his hide in a pinch. As the eldest male in a houseful of women, running the farm made him essential if the Draft ever became an issue. It hadn’t so far—he was too old, the 1950 and up birthdates pulled by lot would never include his. Yet he was haunted by the prospect of a violent end.

His mother—a gentle soul who knew the Old Testament chapter and verse—never missed an opportunity to discourage his dreams for a life in the city. This only aggravated matters. He was different, and he knew it. For that reason he had to leave.

“You’ll wind up in hell if you try,” she said fondly, every time he negotiated the subject. In the end, it was a kick in the ass from the toothless old neighbor that sent him running far and fast off the front porch: “Yer not like the others, are ya sweetie?”

“Don’t expect an easy time from the Missus,” Heino Schade said offhandedly from his vantage over a pasty deceased.

“Mrs. Weibigand?” Charlie asked, noting that the old man used Madame Dubarry commercial cosmetic in place of the heavy pancake Seltenheit’s favored.

“You assisted her out of a particularly difficult situation. She will expect more as a show of your constant devotion.” He knocked his glass eye back into place with a long spring forceps.

Charlie understood. He hadn’t expected a call from the Lodge that infamous night, but then, it wasn’t everyday that a good friend of the Potentate was found dead in a hotel room under a hooker.

“In flagrante delicto,” Schade continued ominously in what appeared to be Latin.

“Indeed,” Charlie said, faking a working knowledge of the dead language; the unfamiliar term, he guessed, having more to do with what Karl Heinz Weibigand was doing with a woman in a seedy hotel room, than his desire to ask Schade how he made his dead look so dewy.


[1] For a detailed history of the Weibigand-Seltenheit Wars, please see Poor Undertaker.



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