Eyecandy Monday: Wolfaert from Shadow of the Witte Wieven by Deb Peterson

Because it takes a lot of work to make Mondays fun, we at Inkspell decided to start a blog feature we like to call Eyecandy Monday. Each Monday we will feature the characters from one Inkspell novel and share with you all the fine details and tasty tidbits we can dig up about these interesting and well written main characters. We want to revisit some of our favorite hotties from our favorite stories! As we revisit our eyecandy, we are sharing with you an excerpt to wet your appetite about the character and the story. After all, you can't get enough of book eyecandy! 

Wolfaert Dircksen Van Ness
Wolf was born in the Netherlands in the year 1601 and left it, in a manner of speaking, in the year 1632. He knows what happens when you go through a storm in the Bermuda Triangle.  Wolf is willing to do anything to protect the woman he loves including taking on a drug cartel!

EXCERPT:“Who are you?” she asked in a voice just audible to his ears. “Better yet, what are you?”

“I’m a man, Aliyana, born of this earth, though not of your time,” he said.

“You are a ghost then.” Although she stated the words matter-of-factly, he could hear a bit of disappointment in the tone of her voice. He had no time to ponder the regret now.

“Only part time,” he replied.

“Part time? Part time! Just what do you mean by that ridiculous statement?” she huffed.

Wolf looked upward for a moment and then sighed in resignation. “I didn’t want to have this discussion until you fully recovered. But come on, let’s go ahead, and get it done.”

As he turned and stepped toward the door she said, “Where are we going?”

“Upstairs to the top of the lighthouse,” he replied.

“I need to stop at the bathroom first, if you don’t mind,” she said as a blush stole across her cheeks.

He didn’t mind at all. The small delay gave him a moment to form an explanation acceptable to a woman like Aliyana. Once finished, she opened the door and extended a hand toward him. In response, he raised an arm in silent invitation. She shook her head.

“Please, I would like to try to walk up the stairs myself,” she said. “Just hang on to me and keep me stable. You can do that, right?”

Wolf gave her a single nod, and placed a firm hand about her waist. He allowed her to set the pace as they ascended the metal steps of the spiral staircase. About half way up, her legs gave way. He caught hold of her body, swept her up, and cradled her in his arms. She didn’t make a peep of protest. Once they arrived at the observation deck, he looked down at her face. She had her eyes closed, head tucked inward, and her lips tight together. “Are you all right?” he asked. “You look a little pale.”

“I’m fine really—just a little dizzy and a bit nauseous from the small turns is all,” she replied. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to throw up on you, I promise.”

“Do you want me to take you back to your bed?”

“No, I’m fine, really.”

He set her down on the old wooden rocking chair, grabbed hold of the two-seater bench next to it, and turned it around to face her. After he settled himself into the rickety thing, he leaned toward her and took hold of her hands. At last, she opened her eyes and then caught and held his gaze. She waited for him to speak.

“Take a good look around you, Aliyana. Tell me exactly what you see,” he said, gesturing to the view behind him.

She took a deep breath and turned toward the panoramic scene. Her eyes grew wider by degrees. She raised her body a little higher, lifted her chin, and looked all around.

A hand covered a gasp of delighted surprise. “I see—the sky is a brilliant shade of turquoise blue, and I—I see a wide lavender band across the horizon. The beauty of the atmosphere is breathtaking. What happened to make it look like this? Do the colors have something to do with the anomalous storm we passed through?”

“In a way, yes, but no, not really,” Wolf replied and then hastened to clarify. “That particular storm merely transported you here. You see, here in this place, the sky is quite normal.”

“What do you mean, here in this place?” she asked as her gaze remained fastened on the view. He could tell she saw more than just the sky, now. The colors in the surrounding vegetation also looked far different from anything she had ever seen before and her expression said the beauty of it amazed her, just as it had once amazed him. He rubbed his thumbs gently across the top of her hands.

“Please look into my eyes now, Aliyana.” Once she complied with his request he said, “I want you to see for yourself that I speak nothing but truth in what I’m about to tell you. A lie has no value, nor would it serve any purpose. Would you agree?”

“You’re not trying to tell me I’m dead, are you?” she asked as a look of horror filled her eyes.

“No, nothing like that.” He raised a hand to his chin and shook his head.

“Then what are you trying to tell me?”

“I’ll start off by telling you I entered this world in the year 1601 and left it, in a manner of speaking, in the year 1632.”

“What do you mean, in a manner of speaking? You keep talking in riddles.”

“I didn’t die, Aliyana.” He held up a hand to halt the words she opened her mouth to say. “I know the questions you have, because once I had them myself. Just let me finish my explanation and then you can ask me anything you want. Fair enough?” he asked.


Now that you've gotten a chance to see Wolf, isn't he yummy?  A man out of time, yet a perfect hunk. He has the skills to make you wish for your own Bermuda Triangle accident. Pick up Shadow of the Witte Wieven today!