I just like oxymorons.
I earned the name Glacial because, I'm always cold. At least in the winter. Although my DH complains I sleep with a comforter in the summer, but then again he'd prefer that I sleep nude 24-7.
Also, I earned the name because I'm one of the three Hotties from Canada.
My name is Amy Ruttan and I've been with Ellora's Cave since 2007. I've also written for Eternal Press and under a different name I've written an Urban Fantasy for Samhain.
I grew up on the outskirts of Toronto, Ontario. So born and raised Torontonian and couldn't be prouder. Big supporter of the Maple Leafs even if they haven't won a cup in my LIFE TIME. I also have a feeling I may be the baby of the bunch, but don't quote me on that.
I also happen to live down the street from Bootay Hotness. So I see her, regularly and during the winter months listen to her bitterly complain and whine about the ice and snow.
I'm a mother to three rug rats. A girl and two boys, who are the bane of her existence apparently. She's hitting the preteen years. God help me.
When I'm not writing you can find me playing computer games. I'm addicted to Time Management games and subscribed to Big Fish Games that I earned the coveted FISH trophy. I have an eclectic taste in books, movies and TV shows. I'm addicted to Grey's Anatomy (*sob* Mark & Lexie aka Slexie forever), as well as anything British, in particular Mr. Darcy and British Comedy. ;-) I'm crafty and I love driving ...err scratch that I love going for drives.
I also have an unholy love affair with Diet Coke, but that's neither here nor there.
This summer we drove across country for my SIL's wedding. Almost 10,000 kms in total, so one way was the same distance a monarch butterfly traveled. Anyways because of this epic trip I have fallen completely and hopelessly in love with the west. If given the chance I'd move to South Dakota, Wyoming, Montana, Alberta, Saskatchewan or Manitoba in a heartbeat. I never thought I'd love the prairies and the badlands, but I do. I SO do.
This is a picture from the Hoo Doos in Drumheller Alberta. One that I took. Not bad, eh.
Yes, I am quiescently Canadian and will often say "eh". Listen for it at Romanticon. Hehehe.
My story in Fondled and Gobbled: Going Back for Seconds happens to feature a mute werewolf who has to claim his unsuspecting life mate. Yes, I'm employed the device of Scooby Doo talk. "Ruh-Roh."
I may also, if the rumors are true, written another F&G spoof for another volume that involves a pregnant man, but that's all I'm going to say on the matter.
I do write about shifters who do speak though, like in Mounted Release
Gordon Thomas isn’t just an ordinary constable of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, he’s also a bit of a bear—literally. He’s been on his own for so long he’s shocked when he discovers another Mukswa in his territory, and a female at that. The woman brings out the true beast in him, one which he’s been controlling for far too long.
Sheridan Stevens is on the run. When she crashes on an isolated road, her savior is the only male of her kind within one hundred kilometres. He’s kind, gorgeous and stirs her desire to a burning crescendo.
A snowstorm causes them to seek shelter. As the mercury drops outside, the temperature inside is rising. Neither Gordon nor Sheridan can contain the primal lust singing in their blood. But even as their passion burns brighter than the northern lights, Sheridan’s predator stalks them…ready to make his kill.
I've also written amnesiatic heroes too, like in Warrior Unbound
Hattie isn’t the best medicine woman in her order, but when an ancient evil threatens to escape, she’s the only one available to perform the spell to wake the great stone warrior from his slumber. Problem is, she’s not sure if she really believes in it, especially since the key component of the spell is her soul-shattering orgasm.
When the Warrior is summoned once again he is pleasantly surprised by the medicine woman who has called him, and has no problem giving her the pleasure she needs to complete the banishment spell, but something goes wrong. He still remains in the mortal realm instead of returning to stone. To make matters worse, he remembers nothing except the taste of the medicine woman on his lips.
They have two weeks before the new moon to fulfill the prophecy and they spend every moment wrapped up in each other, lost in passion. But time is ticking and there’s a price to pay for saving the world—one that may turn her stone Warrior to dust.
I love to hear from readers and you can find me at my website www.amyruttan.com