Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Guest Blog: Cat Kalen


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Bullies
By
Cat Kalen

High school…ah, doesn’t it bring back memories. Well, I have to admit, I am one of those people who actually enjoyed high school. I grew up in a fairly small town with six hundred kids in our school. We were all bussed in from different districts, but everyone knew everyone.

Sure we had the jocks, the cheerleaders, the preppies and the stoners. Who was I? Well, I hung out in the smoking crowd, went to parties on weekends, was happy go lucky, got along well with everyone, was oblivious to most things, and generally did enough work to get myself a scholarship to university.

Who wasn’t I? Well, for one I wasn’t a girl who picked on anyone else and hated anyone who did. I was also the girl who said what she felt, always stood up for my beliefs, stood up for those who were unable to do so for themselves and didn’t much care what other people thought about me. I figured if the girls were talking about me, they were leaving someone else alone.

What I didn’t realize until the end of my senior year was that I had a reputation. I received a phone call late one evening from a girl who I used to hang around with in junior high. Let’s call her Beth. She asked if she could walk the halls with me at school the next day because there was this girl bullying her. This girl was older, had been held back a few years, and had a nasty reputation.

Honestly, I had NO idea why she wanted to walk the halls with me until she explained it. She told me that people knew better than to mess with me.

Me?

Who could be afraid of a ninety pound runt like me?

Regardless, I told her she could hang with me, and as we walked through the cafeteria I spotted the mean girl and her posse. They were all staring at us. But she didn’t do anything. Nothing at all. She just sat there and watched. Apparently, my friend was safe for another day. The next day, however, when I wasn’t in school because I’d finished my exams, this bully ended up knocking out Beth’s two front teeth. I was so angry!

It was the end of the school year and I never saw that bully again, but I did hear that Beth and her family had pressed charges.

I asked my boyfriend at the time, who is now my husband, why she made that call to me that night, why she thought I could protect her. He told me I had a strong personality and stood up for myself, and for others, and that scared the bullies. He also told me, however, that I was like a Chihuahua dog, and at ninety pounds if anyone challenged me to a fight I would have been in big trouble, because really, I was all bark and no bite!

That incident has always stuck with me and when I sat down to pen my first YA werewolf novel, Pride’s Run, I knew I wanted a strong heroine. I made her small, in fact she’s the runt of the litter, but she’s a survivor, a fighter, and people believe in her because she believes in herself. I put her in a difficult situation and sat back to watch how she’d fight her way out.

Have you ever had to stand up to a bully? If so, how did you handle it?




Pride's Run Pride’s Run
By Cat Kalen
Genre: Paranormal YA

Seventeen year old Pride is a tracker—a werewolf with a hunger for blood. Taught to trick and to lure, she is the perfect killing machine.

Kept leashed in the cellar by a master who is as ruthless as he is powerful, Pride dreams of freedom, of living a normal life, but escape from the compound is near impossible and disobedience comes with a price.

When she learns her master intends to breed her she knows she has to run.
But Pride soon learns that if she is to survive in the wild, she must trust in the boy who promises her freedom, the same boy she was sent to hunt.

With life and death hanging in the balance the two find themselves on the run from the Paranormal Task Force—officers who shoot first and ask questions later—as well as her master’s handlers.

Can Pride flee the man who has held her captive since birth and find sanctuary in the arms of a boy who has captured her heart? Or will her master find her first?

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Cat Kalen is a multi published author in the romance genre under two pen names, Cat is a wife, mom, sister, daughter, and friend. She loves dogs, sunny weather, anything chocolate (she never says no to a brownie) pizza and watermelon. She has two teenagers who keep her busy with their never ending activities, and a husband who is convinced he can turn her into a mixed martial arts fan. Cat can never find balance in her life, is always trying to find time to go to the gym, can never keep up with emails, Facebook or Twitter and tries to write page-turning books that her readers will love.
A maritime native and former financial officer, Cat has lived all over Canada but has finally settled down in her childhood hometown with her family.

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California Wine Country
August 23rd, six days until full moon

The click of the lock at the top of the stairwell is my only indication that morning is upon me. My ears perk up and I listen for the coming footfalls. The weight on the stairs combined with the creaking of each wooden step will let me know which handler has come for us this time, which unlucky puppet has drawn the short end of the straw and is stuck with letting the dogs out, or in this case, the werewolves.

Sure, he’ll come sauntering down the stairs sporting a brave face and looking at me with cold, dark eyes meant to intimidate. But the wolf inside me can smell his inner fear. Despite the fact that I’m the one caged, underneath the handler’s cool, superficial shell he’s the one who’s truly afraid.

A long column of light filters down the stairs and I blink my eyes into focus as the bright rays infiltrate the pitch black cellar. I don’t really need to blink. Not with my exceptional vision. But I do it anyway because sometimes I simply like to pretend I’m a normal seventeen year old girl, one who can’t see in the dark. It’s nonsense, I know. I’m not fooling anyone. Least of all myself.

The door yawns wider and before the first heavy boot, soiled with old blood that he’ll pass off as wine stains, hits the top step, my senses go on high alert. I never know what morning will bring—or who will bring it.

A breeze rushes down the stairs ahead of the handler, carrying the aroma of the grand estate with it. I push past the metallic scent of dried blood to catch traces of grape juice in the air, a common smell on the majestic vineyard—that and illegal drugs, the estate’s real source of income. Going beyond those familiar fragrances, I breathe deeper and get hints of fresh bread baking in the upstairs kitchen. It must be Thursday. Mica, the estate’s cook, always bakes on Thursday.

In my human form I roll onto my side and lean toward the smell. Wistfully, my tongue darts out and brushes over my bottom lip. There is something about that scent that always entices me and before I can help it I envision myself eating a warm slice covered in rich creamy butter, crispy on the outside, moist and tender on the inside.

My nostrils widen, but I know the bread isn’t meant for me and not even one delicious crumb will pass over my dry lips. Not unless Mica sneaks it to me. As much as I’d love to taste her offerings I don’t like it when she takes chances for me. Disobedience is far too risky for the aging housekeeper. Despite that, my stomach growls in response to the aroma and I fight off the cravings. I can’t hope for bread when it’s unlikely that I’ll even be given a scrap of food today, especially if I can’t please him.

My master.

A boot hits the second step—the handlers always descend slowly—and as I stretch my legs out on my dusty mattress I hear the waking groans of Jace and Clover stirring in their own cages beside me. I glance their way, and that’s when my attention falls on the one empty cage in the cellar. My mother’s den. I breathe deep and fight off a pang of sadness that I cannot afford to feel.

I turn away from the empty cage and stare at the gray cement walls. I can’t bear to look at her den any longer. It only reminds me of how they killed her and how all the pups were forced to watch—to learn that disobedience comes with a price. Guilt and sorrow eat at me to think that she’d died trying to free me.
When step number five creaks, I diligently try to shake off the memories. The handler is close which means I can’t think about my mother right now. I push all thoughts of her aside, knowing that right now I have to think about my father and what he taught me before the master killed him. Never let them see your fear.

I harden myself.

Prepare.

Before my master’s puppet even reaches the bottom step, I know it’s the one they call Lawrence, the handler I hate the most. The one with a weak mind, strong back, teeth like baked beans and beady eyes that fit his ugly rat face.

He likes to call me kitten. I have a few choice names that I’d like to call him in return, but I always bite the inside of my cheek to resist the urge. Partly because I’d be whipped and partly because Miss Kara educated me and taught me all about manners. I realize that an educated wolf with manners might sound laughable. In my line of work, however, education and manners are as lethal as a bear trap to those I hunt. That’s how I lure my marks, how I bait my prey. A pretty face and good grace go a long way for a trained killer like me.

My glance wanders to my leg, the one peeking out from beneath my ratty blanket, and my eyes are drawn to the long jagged scar tracking the length of my calf. I grimace. Even with my education and manners, I never forget what I really am. I’m never allowed to.

“Hey kitten,” Lawrence says. Most would think the nickname is a play on my birth name, Pride. But I know it’s the handler’s way of cutting me down, to find control where he feels none. My parents called me Pride because I was their pride and joy. Lions live in a pride and since lions are cats…

He tosses a collar and chain into my cage. “Leash up.”

I take note of the gun in his holster before my glance locks on his. As I give him a good hard stare, he flinches. The movement is slight, but I notice it. Dressed in my knee length nightgown, long hair loose around my shoulders, I might look like an average seventeen year old girl—harmless and innocent—but we all know I’m not.

Even though Lawrence keeps his face blank and stares down at me with those dark eyes of his, he reeks of terror. The scent is like a mixture of hot sweat and rotting compost. Oh, it’s not pretty by any means. Nevertheless, the werewolf slumbering restlessly inside me feeds off his fear, thrives on it, so I inhale and draw it deep into my lungs.

Without taking my eyes off his, I take my time to leash up. My movements are slow and deliberate as I position the collar. Metal grinds metal and the sound cuts the silence as I secure it around my neck. The handler winces. So do the older, more obedient wolves that I bunk with.

Jace cuts me a glance, chocolate eyes now milky from old age warn me to behave. I realize he’s doing it for my own good, but this morning I’m cold and hungry and in no mood for Lawrence’s insults. Clover makes a noise to draw the handler’s attention away from me, and all sets of eyes shift to her.

As Clover tries to pacify Lawrence, averting her gaze in a show of respect and making small talk about the weather, Lawrence opens my mother’s former cage and pulls out her cot. He gives it a good hard shake and the breeze stirs the dust on the unfinished boards masquerading as our ceiling. The particles dance in the stairwell light before falling to the cold, cement floor.

When Lawrence tosses the cot into a corner I stiffen. It can only mean one thing. My mother has been gone for a little over a year now, and I know the master rarely keeps a cell empty for long, which makes me wonder when and how he’s going to fill it?

Who will he breed?

I cringe at the thought of bringing puppies into this world, but know it’s not something I have to worry about. The master would never breed a wolf like me. My mother always said I was a survivor, the only pup in a litter of three to make it, but hey, a runt is a runt. Thanks to Darwin and his theory of ‘natural selection’ a runt is a heritable trait that a pack can do without. When it comes to canine reproduction, only one motto dictates: runts need not apply.

Deep in the bowels of the estate’s basement, the master keeps other wolves, separating the strong and young from one another. I’m smart enough to understand that he distances us so we can’t conspire against him or speak telepathically. Wolves can only use telepathy when in animal form, however. Well, most wolves that is. Oddly enough, I along with Stone, an alpha wolf two years my senior are able to communicate while in our human forms.

Sometimes the master does in-house breeding, sometimes he sends us out to one of his associates—other drug-lords who also harbor werewolves. It’s like he’s running a regular old puppy mill in here. Except his puppies kill for him. Which begs the question, what does my master have in store for me today?

11 comments:

  1. Just wanted to pop in and say thanks for having me here today!

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  2. This is on my next to be read, Cat. I love the cover and the story sounds amazing. I've only read the first few pages and I'm hooked already. I love Pride...she comes across as strong, resourceful, and loyal. i love those qualities in a heroine! Great job!

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  3. thank you for the chance at such a great giveaway. love the cover of the book, it's beautiful and the excerpt was great. i can hardly wait to read the rest of the book and see what happens next.


    tammy ramey
    trvlagnt1t@yahoo.com

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  4. Thanks for stopping by Tammy. Hope you enjoy Pride's adventure!

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  5. Pride's Run is werewolf fiction as its best! I noticed that it's on your tbr list on GoodReads. I hope you get to it soon so we can compare notes! :P

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    1. The plan was to read and review it for today but my school work has put my fun reading behind. I'll get to it as soon as I can.

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    2. Carmel, thank you!! I'm looking forward to visitng Rabid Reads! I received some excellent interview questions today that made me smile!

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  6. I've actually been lucky enough to not have had to stand up to a bully. Pride’s Run sounds like a great story... I've put it on my wishlist!

    yadkny@hotmail.com

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  7. I really like that there's a werewolf girl in this story :)

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