Allison Hanson

Guest Blog Goodness–Allison Hanson

Please help me welcome Allison Hanson to the blog!  Here are a few questions so you can get to know her a bit better!

Most writers I’ve known say that writing is invigorating, while some say that it’s their therapy. How does your writing serve you? Do you express your life through the story or does the theme come from your vision?  Writing is definitely therapeutic for me. If I don’t get to write a little every day, I feel tense until I can get it out. I don’t think I express my life through my story. Generally the characters in my books come to me on their own free will and I just tell their story to the best of my ability.

Who or what inspired you to write?  This is a funny question, because I would have to say I don’t know. I never had any intention of becoming a writer at all. I really wasn’t even much of a reader. But I’d just finished the last book from the True Blood series by Charlaine Harris, and I didn’t have anything else lined up to read. I guess my brain was afraid I wouldn’t find something. And at four that morning I woke up with my first story. I was compelled more than inspired to write it out. And it’s been like that ever since.

What is the best way a reader can express their gratitude for the experience they had reading your work?  Definitely by telling a friend. Even with all the ways we have to market now, I believe word of mouth is still the most powerful. We trust our friends opinions.

What advice would you give a new author?  I would say to get in the habit of writing or editing every day. Once you step away it’s sometimes hard to get back into it. Make it your time, and treat yourself to it as much as possible.

Have you done all the things in your book with your partner? That’s what I want to know 🙂  Turning into a wolf together? No. We haven’t done that. Not that I would be opposed to such a thing if given the chance. 


Camille Anthony was abandoned at an orphanage when she was only a year old. She knows nothing of the parents who left her with strangers, and has spent her whole life struggling to fit in, without success. But on the night of the full moon, she undergoes a change she’s never felt before—she becomes a wolf. She hopes the changes will finally give her a place to belong, as well as answering questions she never knew she had.
Will Holbrook knows he can’t have anything long-term with Camille. After all, he is a wolf, and he was raised knowing wolves only marry other wolves. When she reveals to him that she is changing in the same way he does every full moon, he thinks things will finally work out for him. Until a new fear arises. Wolves are usually pledged at birth, and Camille has no memory of anything that might have happened before she was left at the orphanage. Could she have a mate already? What will he do if one shows up?

Maybe it was the flu.
People got aches and pains with the flu. She watched her muscles twitching under her skin and nodded.
Just in case it wasn’t the flu, she decided to get ready for Plan B.
If she did turn into a dog again she didn’t want to eat cardboard.
She checked under Gia’s bed for any stashed contraband. All clear.
She dumped the granola bars on her bed, and with throbbing, shaking fingers she pulled them from their wrappers. She made a box of mac and cheese in the microwave and set the bowl on the floor.
With the last of her energy used up, she took off her clothes and curled into a ball on her bed to convulse and moan. Her body began to twitch harder, throwing her arm out and then her foot. Her head pulled up, and she tensed against what was coming.
The increasing tide of pain washed over her, and she was left panting on the bed in confusion.
Not again.
She slid off the bed onto her four paws and went straight for the bowl of cheese-flavored pasta. She downed that in a few quick gulps and sniffed the air hoping for more.
On the table by the bed was some kind of bars. She swallowed them down without chewing.
With her hunger momentarily sated, she began with the pacing. When she passed the mirror, she stopped and looked at herself for a long moment.
A thin, lanky wolf with pure white fur looked back at her with curious blue-green eyes. Her reflex to shy away from the wolf in the reflection subsided as she realized it was her. She was safe.
She was a wolf, but she was safe.

Twitter: @allisonbhanson