Guest Author - M A Church
I love M A's books. All of them. This one is going to one of the best, I can tell - it has to be because it involves cats and I am definitely a cat person.
A big thank you to M A for this post - cookies are in the mail!
Five Little Things That Make Me Happy!
1. A surprise call from one of the kids.
2. Football!!! I’m a huge Steelers fan.
3. Kisses from Kitty-Kitty lol.
4. Freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.
5. Hitting send on a new novel lol.
* Notice my cat is one of my five things lol? He’s also part of what led me to write one of my favorite books, Trouble Comes in Threes.
What inspired me to write Trouble Comes in Threes?
Well, several things lol. That’s clear, isn’t it? *Grin* Trouble first started as a flash last New Year’s Eve. What I wanted for this story was a disgruntled guy sitting at home for the holiday. He was supposed to be this crotchety old man with a sharp tongue and bad attitude.
What I got was Kirk, lol, and something much longer than a flash. He’s forty, which isn’t old by any means, but lately life has been rough on him. Last Christmas his partner left, claiming Kirk didn’t spend enough time with him. Well, duh! What did the guy expect? Kirk had started his own mechanic’s business from his home, and was spending every spare second trying to make it work. At least, that’s what Kirk informed me. Then every appliance decided to break, all at the same time.
So, there’s my character, griping at me, and wanting to know what else I planned to throw at him because, you know, trouble comes in threes. So what else was going to kick him in the balls? *Snort* Ask and ye shall receive. Suddenly I had the title, and a twist I wasn’t expecting: cats. But not just any kind of cats.
Now, I write a lot of paranormal and scifi and read just as much. While I have absolutely nothing against wolves and other big, cool, shifters… I’d noticed there wasn’t that much out there about smaller, regular shifters. Don’t they deserve love too?
This is where I mention I love cats. *Grin*
Well, that led to the creation of Dolf and Tal, lol. Now I had a sharp-tongued human and two house cat shifters nattering in my ear about their relationship. Can you say threesome, lol? But Kirk let me know right quick he wasn’t going to be the ‘third’ in a relationship. No siree! I found out he was right. Kirk brings a balance to their relationship that was lacking before.
If that wasn’t enough, Kirk finds out that not only do paranormals exist, but the clowder Dolf and Tal are from isn’t exactly fond of humans. And, um, Kirk is human. Let the fun begin, lol! On top of that, someone really, really isn’t happy that Dolf and Tal mated Kirk… unhappy enough to do something about it.
A snowstorm in the South—on New Year’s Eve—is a perfect recipe for a catastrophe. After two soul-crushing bad breaks, Kirk’s waiting for disaster number three to strike when, naturally, two stray cats arrive on his doorstep during the storm and decide to make themselves at home. Tenderhearted Kirk lets them stay even though there’s something decidedly odd about his overly friendly felines. Out of the punishing weather and full of tuna, Dolf and Tal are happy to be snug in Kirk’s house. But then their human goes outside for firewood and suffers a nasty fall that leaves him unconscious. Now the two cats have no choice but to reveal themselves. Kirk wakes up to find the two kitties are actually Dolf and Tal. They’re cat shifters—and his destined mates. Being part of a feline threesome is enough for Kirk to grapple with, but soon he learns they come from a clowder that doesn’t believe humans and shifters should mix. Kirk knew those two cats would be trouble. Little does he know the real trouble lies ahead.
Dolf picked out the saw he wanted, then followed Tal to another aisle. His mate pointed out the different kinds, but Tal’s words had rapidly faded into a meaningless buzz. There, on the air currents in the store, was the sweetest scent. It was light and flowery, reminding him of honeysuckle. He breathed deeply, taking the scent into himself. His cock hardened immediately and his head spun. A yowl threatened to escape.
That scent… that scent was seductive and alluring. It spoke to him, whispering things that made him need. His cat paced frantically in his mind, tail slashing madly. The need to pounce, to sink his canines in and drink that sweet, life-giving blood of his…. His gums tingled and saliva flooded his mouth.
He swallowed, then swallowed again as his head pounded, his heart rate spiking as one thought screamed through his mind: Mate! Another mate! Where was that scent coming from? Or who? And by the goddess, why? He already had a mate. What was their goddess thinking, giving him another? But he couldn’t ignore the reaction. It had been the same when he met Tal.
A quick glance down the aisle showed a fairly tall, forty-something human male who had a few strands of white in his short brown hair. He was muttering at commode kits. Dolf wanted to roll his eyes. Commode kits? Really? The same thing they were looking for? Their goddess must be having a high old time with this.
~Art work done by Gus Li~ ~Badge by Cia~