An Interview with a Werewolf
Happy Wednesday, everyone. It’s the middle of the week and I hope to brighten things up with my blog tour post! There’s also a giveaway for those who leave a comment!
For this stop in my tour, I took the time to interview my heroine, Natalya Stravinsky. I wanted readers to get to know her better before her big moment in time!
Shawntelle: Thanks for letting me interview you, Nat. I can call you that, right?
Natalya: Sure. But don’t forget that my lunch break is an hour long. On the dot. If you could sort of wrap this up in five minutes or less that would be fabulous. To be honest, I only penciled you in for three to five actually.
Shawntelle: No problem. Let’s get to the first question then. A lot has happened to you over the years. We won’t go into details to spoil it for those who haven’t read Coveted, but I’d like to know why you like to collect ornaments?
Natalya: Oh that question is easy. First of all, anyone can buy and own one. They’re not exclusive to just the rich. Second, who hasn’t looked at an ornament and not been reminded of good times? Of that holiday dinner where they ate until they were stuffed and couldn’t button their pants? Or maybe they got the best gift ever from their parents. That’s what I get when I collect my ornaments—it’s kind of like having happiness stored in a little box.
Shawntelle: Interesting answer. Now tell me a little about your childhood. I’m curious to know what your life was like.
Natalya: I grew up like any other kid in Jersey. Well, I take that back—there were a few things I did that most humans didn’t do. I distinctly recall the first time my dad took my brother and I out for our first hunt. We were pre-teens at the time and my dad made this grand, drawn-out speech about how we should get out more to experience the forest. How he used to do it back in the old country when he was just a pup. Personally, I didn’t need to mark my territory in my neighborhood to feel like a werewolf. I got that fuzzy feeling all by myself. But all in all, the experience was good for me. Not the forest, mind you, but I loved running with my family. We were our own pack, our own unit on the hunt. That sense of belonging is a feeling I can’t put into words that a human could understand.
Shawntelle: I can try. It sounds pretty awesome! So I heard you work at an antique shop called The Bend of the River Flea market. How did you come to work there? Have you always worked there?
Natalya: I’ve had other jobs. (a pause) The job at The Bends kind of fell into my lap. Literally. A few years ago I was cleaning out my grandma’s closet and I found a few things she wanted to sell. I’d asked her if she wanted to keep them—since they looked rather old—but she just shrugged her shoulders and said maybe someone else would have the room to keep it. I’ll be honest with you, out of the five items she cleared out of her closet, I kinda kept four of them. You know, just in case she changed her mind. The fifth one, I took to The Bends. I’d driven past the place a few times, but I’d never gone in. South Toms River isn’t exactly a metropolis, but my family never had a reason to get an antique or two.
So anyway, I walked in and about had a fit.
Natalya: The place was a disaster. There were plenty of customers and everything, but the lack of organization was scary. I had to wait for twenty minutes at the customer service desk before someone showed up. During my joyous wait, I noticed some of the aisles weren’t clear for the customers to get through. A few of the customers were elderly. You also could start up a dust bunny farm on most of the counters. It was atrocious. So after waiting fifteen minutes, I couldn’t help myself. I just kinda, sorta started arranging things on the customer service desk. I lined everything up where it belonged. Hell, I even directed a customer to the restroom in the back. The goblin who runs the place, Bill, finally showed up to find me arranging the costume jewelry.
Shawntelle: Did he offer you a job right then and there?
Natalya: Not really. He cussed me out since he thought I was stealing everything.
Natalya: But I let him have it. I told him how messed up the place was. I even stopped for a moment to help yet another customer who needed someone who gave a damn. Cause apparently the clerk who worked the customer service desk didn’t. (a smile) That sneaky goblin tried to get me to leave, but one of the customers I’d help earlier marched right up to him and told him he’d be a fool to fire such a valuable employee. Of course that person didn’t know I wasn’t working there, but since Bill can’t turn down a good opportunity when he finds one, he gave me the evil eye and then relented that he’d never fire such an outstanding member of his staff. (rolls eyes) So that’s how I got my job there.
Are we close to wrapping up yet?
Shawntelle: Just one more question. I know you like to stay on schedule.
Natalya: One minute.
Shawntelle: What’s the one thing you’d give up all your ornaments for?
Natalya: Wow, you know how to hit a gal below the belt and then kick her while she’s down.
Shawntelle: (grins devilishly)
Natalya: I don’t want to go into details since some things are personal, but I’d give them up if I could get a guarantee that I’d find the important things I’ve lost and I’d always be able to keep them forever.
Shawntelle: Beautiful! I hope you find what you’re looking for.
Natalya: Thanks for having me.
For the kind souls who stopped by today I have a copy of Coveted up for grabs! Just leave a comment below to enter. And yes, the giveaway is international.