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About the author:
Kate Hill is a vegetarian New Englander who started writing many years ago for pleasure. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading, watching horror and action movies, working out, and spending time with her family and pets. She also writes under the name Saloni Quinby.
What inspired you to write your book?
This book is set in my Pandemonium universe. I wanted to write a holiday story set there and offer it for free at most retailers until January 31, 2023. Sam's Silver Wolf includes new characters as well as some previously introduced characters. I hope readers enjoy it!
Here is a short sample from the book:
In December, there’s no better way to attract demons’ attention than to dress like Santa and comb these Boston streets looking for trouble. That explains why I’m in a crappy red suit and hood stomping down a dark alley toward a pair of lizard demons who’ve cornered a human woman. I know what she is by her scent. It’s a little spicy and a little sweet. She’s wearing a black ski mask—can’t blame her in this weather—and a bulky winter coat.
I’m Stalker, and I’m a rogue wolf. That’s uncommon, or so they say. I don’t know how “they” know because rogues live alone. No club. No gang. No pack. Okay, so we were all born into a pack, but we strike out on our own early. If the pack needs us, most rogues will answer the call. When the trouble is over, we disappear again. That’s how we operate. No ties, and that’s how I like it. Another thing I like is a good fight, and I’m about to get one.
“Hey! Salamander Face,” I shout. Both demons turn to me with their beady black eyes. Their forked tongues flick out between their pale lips. Skin the color of pond scum stretches over their elongated faces. “Yeah. I’m talking to you. Ugly sons of bitches. You want trouble? Come and get it.”
The lizard demons lose interest in the woman and race toward me. I’m ready. Growling deep in my chest, I pick up my pace to meet them, shifting to half man, half wolf mid-stride. It feels good to change. The surge of power. Energy. Strength. Canine teeth elongate, stretching my gums. Hair sprouts from my skin.
Lizard demons are fast, but I’m faster. For the next few minutes, it’s a tangle of their scaly limbs with my furred ones. Their claws slash through my Santa suit. It stings, but that only whets my appetite. My clawed hands swipe across a demon’s throat, slicing its scaly flesh to the bone. Blood spurts in the snow. The remaining lizard springs at me, but I catch it by its shoulders, pin it to the graffiti covered brick wall behind us and rip out its throat with my teeth. Shit, it feels good.
I drop the limp body and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Why the hell did you do that?” the woman demands, pulling off her mask and stomping toward me through the gory snow.
“Do what? Save your damn life?” I growl.