Hello! Thank you, Maddy, for having me as a guest today! My name is Kate Hill and I love to read and write romance. I enjoy a variety of subgenres, especially paranormal. There’s something about vampires, werewolves, magic, and other supernatural creatures and elements that I find irresistible. While I love traditional creatures, like vampires and werewolves, I especially enjoy them with a twist—something that changes or challenges the usual characteristics of these paranormal beings.
Sam’s Silver wolf is part of my Pandemonium series. It takes place in an alternate universe where demons have taken over the world. Humans, vampires, werewolves, and witches have joined forces and formed a rebellion against the demon masters.
I’m currently working on Sofia’s Silver Bullet that’s also set in the Pandemonium universe. Like Sam’s Silver Wolf, it’s a short, hot romance featuring paranormal beings.
I wish you a happy new year!
Kate
Sam’s Silver Wolf by Kate Hill
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Stalker – I’m a rogue wolf. No club. No gang. No pack. I’m free, and that’s how I like it. Roaming the streets in a Santa suit to antagonize demons into a fight, I meet her—the Wild witch who changes my life. I want Sam the moment I see her, but can a lone wolf fall in love at first sight?
Sam – I’m a Wild. That means I have warrior witch blood in my veins. I messed up, though, and someone I care about got hurt. To fix the situation, I’m in what’s left of Boston looking for demons so I can test a new spell. I’m not expecting a gorgeous silver wolf to protect me, and I’m not trying to fall in love, but one look at Stalker, and I know we were born for each other.
Note: Sam’s Silver Wolf is a very short age gap paranormal insta-love story with a little plot, a lot of heat, and a HEA.
An Excerpt from Sam’s Silver Wolf
Stalker
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.
“No, screw up my test.” She tosses her hands in the air. Rich brown eyes glare at me from a face so pretty that even her look of rage doesn’t detract from it. If anything, it makes her even sexier. “I’ve been working on a new defensive spell for weeks and spent hours tonight looking for lizard demons to test it on. Then you come along—typical badass wolf—and stick your snout in my business.”
Torn between annoyance and amusement, I curl my lip at her. “You’re batshit crazy, darlin’. Typical witch. You and your spells. Trust me, the best way to deal with demons is with claw and fang. Brute strength. No fairy magi—”
She gasps and thrusts her hand toward me. At first I think the crazy lady is using a spell on me. Sure, wolves are immune to most magic, but objects aren’t. I’ve seen witches control things with their mind—even stop bullets from leaving a gun. She’s not attacking me, though.
Her magical energy hits its target with a loud crack followed by a wail. I spin in time to see a shadowy form sink to the ground and disappear into the snow, leaving behind only a sooty substance. A shadow-like demon. They have no scent, but they can choke you to death before you know what hit you.
“Wow.” She exhales noisily and shakes her head. “That was close.”
“Too close.” I feel like an overgrown jackass. Here I am, thinking I saved her life, and she ends up possibly saving mine. I hate to admit I’m wrong, and I can’t stand owing anybody anything. Saying thank you leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, especially when I’m thanking a human witch who’s probably half my age for saving my life. Still, she did the deed, and I need to own my failure. “Thanks.”
“Don’t choke on it, Silver Wolf.”
I give a short laugh. “Silver Wolf. I kinda like that.”
“Well, I’d better find more lizard demons. They don’t come out as much in winter weather. Try to stay out of trouble, Silver Wolf.” She turns and struts out of the ally. That’s a dismissal, but I’m not having it.
I catch up to her. “I live for trouble. Magic or not, walking these streets alone at night is stupid.”
She raises an eyebrow at me. “Then why are you doing it?”
“I’m a wolf.”
“Which is even stranger. Doesn’t your kind usually hunt in a pack?”
“Then call me unusual.” We emerge from the alley and onto the main road. Not that it makes much difference nowadays in this city of wrecked buildings, broken streetlights, and demons wreaking havoc. “You know what’s strange to me?”
“No clue.”
“That a witch like you is roaming the streets on Christmas Eve instead of hanging out with your family and friends at some secret celebration.”
Since the demon occupation, nearly all holidays have been outlawed. Celebrating Christmas is a crime punishable by death, and with demons, there are no trials. No justice system. They either kill you where you stand, or imprison you for a slow death. I know what you’re thinking. I’m calling this witch batshit crazy, but I’m running around in a Santa suit. Talk about irony.
“I’m doing this for my family and friends,” she says with a determined set to her jaw. “I come from a long line of warrior witches. We slacked off for a while because there wasn’t anyone to fight, but we started training again just before the demon occupation. We’ve caught up fast.”
“What’s your name, darlin’?”
She stops walking and so do I. It’s a full moon tonight. There’s nothing like it. It fills me with energy. Raw desire. She’s adding to it, this sexy witch. She stares at me with those brown eyes that seem to reach into my soul. Her scent changes. It’s muskier. She’s aroused, too.
About Kate Hill Author of Sam’s Silver Wolf
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.
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