Pretty Little Werewolf by Katie Salidas

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“Did you know Ash’s cousin went missing that night?” Giselle asked.

“Oh, and let me guess, we got the blame?” Di was quick to defend. A little too quick, in Giselle’s opinion. Speed like that usually meant guilt, at least as far as Giselle was concerned. Her wolf agreed as well, but she kept her tone neutral.

“Yes, actually. Ash did say that the pack was possibly responsible.”

“Well, we didn’t do anything.” Her defensiveness was a bit too overplayed. “He blew past us and ran away. Case closed.”

“You sure about that?” Giselle asked, unconvinced.

Taylor shrugged. “I really didn’t see.”

“Yeah.” Di sounded terribly annoyed, and she was channeling her frustration into speeding around corners and almost blowing through a stop sign. “There was no fight, no killing. Might as well have been a rabbit for all the attention we paid it.”

“Did you actually see the wolf run away, or did Martina chase it off?” Giselle asked.

“You don’t sound like you’re on our side anymore, Elle.” Di pulled the car over and turned to meet Giselle’s eyes with a menacing glare.

Giselle could see the wolf below the surface of Di’s eyes, just itching for a fight – and hers was equally ready. “I’m simply asking questions. Interpret them as you like.”

“Take it easy, Di,” Taylor cut in before the argument escalated. “She’s curious. And understandably so.” She turned on Giselle. “There was no fight. No killings. The biggest thing that happened to us that night was finding you in wolf form. Honestly, we weren’t even sure you were a wolf at that point.”

Giselle took a minute to calm her wolf. Di might have been on the defensive, but Taylor was speaking the truth. There was no threat in her words, and Taylor’s wolf was at rest, no sign of it in her eyes. She didn’t want to fight with the girls, and hadn’t intended to get riled up, but the way Di jumped to anger at everything she said and did really worked her nerves and tested her control. “Okay, was that so hard to tell me?”

Di huffed.

“She’s new to the family. And with the bad blood between our packs, it’s understandable that things might get …murky.” Taylor was clearly the voice of reason, so Giselle directed her attention to her.

“I’m just clearing the air. The fact that there is a potentially hostile pack around makes me worry about setting down roots,” Giselle said, as calmly as she could.

“You don’t have a choice, really. You’re a foster kid.” Di smirked, and Giselle felt a strong urge to smack her in the face.

“So were all of you, right? How did Martina manage to collect a perfect set of kids for her pack?” That question had been niggling at the back of Giselle’s mind since her earlier conversation with Ash.

“Dunno.” Taylor shrugged. “I was adopted as a baby.”

“And you?” Giselle directed to Dianna.

“Two years ago. I came from Florida.”

“And you don’t find it odd at all that every foster kid she’s taken in and subsequently adopted has been wolf?”

“Maybe there’s a supernatural agency,” Taylor joked.

“There would have to be. Three kids, that’s not dumb luck.”

“So what are you getting at?” Di put the car back in gear and started driving down the road.

“Something Ash said…”

“Him again.” Di threw her hands up.

“Yeah, because he’s the only other wolf I can talk to. Deal with it,” Giselle snapped.

“What did he say?” Taylor asked.

“That Martina may be stacking the deck in preparation for war.” Giselle sighed.

 
Endowed with special powers and abilities, beyond those of mortal women,  I can get the munchkin off to gymnastics, cheerleading, Girl Scouts, and swim lessons.  I can put hot food on the table for dinner while assisting with homework, baths, and bedtime… And, I still find time to keep the hubby happy (nudge nudge wink wink). I can do all of this and still have time to write my novels.

Sorry… I can’t even write that with a straight face.

Lies all lies.

Here’s the reality. I’m a sleep-deprived, overworked, mom who just doesn’t know the meaning of the word balance. I try so hard to do it all, (be super mom, wife, & author) and at the end of the day I fall face forward into the couch.

Yes, you read that right, I tend to sleep on the couch. It’s a point of frustration for my hubby and a thing of comedy for my daughter. Imagine waking up to your little child yelling, “Mom slept on the couch again!!!”
Because being supermom (or trying to) means a lot of time devoted to family, writing is often done when said family is peacefully snoozing away. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve fallen asleep with my laptop, on the couch. It just happens. Then, bright and early at 7am either my hubby (on his way to work) or my daughter (getting ready for school) wakes me up.

Writing is my passion. It’s a part of me. More than just a hobby, it’s a compulsion. I have to do it. If I don’t do at least one writing related thing each day I get cranky.

Hopefully, my passion can be your entertainment!

Over the last two years I have written and published (via my publishing company, Rising Sign Books):