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Cats seem to find their way into my stories.
In Windswept Shores Two, Megan is finally home but finds out her philandering husband has gotten rid of everything of hers, including her cat.
In Werecat Love (no longer available), the main character is a cat shifter.
In Matrix Crystal River, the heroine bonds with a shadow cat she names Fluffy. (The name of the kitten I had as a child.)
In Alien Heart, the Arcons living Goddess is a cat. The Egyptian Cat Goddess Bast (Basset) to be precise.
And the funny thing is, I'm not really all that partial to cats. I'm more of a dog person.
Don't get me wrong, I do like cats and we have a cat named Freya.
|photo taken by Janice Seagraves|
Jared in Werecat love was inspired by my cat Baron. I miss him.
|Photo taken by Janice Seagraves|
And, I'm not seeing any end in sight for my fascination with thrusting cats into my stories, novels, and romances. Which is good news if you're a cat lover and enjoying reading about my felines.
Currently I'm planing on republishing Werecat Love with the second story, which is much too long now to add to the anthology I was intending it for.
The second story called Year of the Cat, start off the following day after Werecat Love ends.
Here's an unedited excerpt:
Jared found the plates and set the table. He also brought over glasses and filled them with milk. They dished out the food and dug in, but Jared only picked at his meal.
Morgan frowned. “I ordered you fish and shrimp Chow Mein. I thought being a werecat you’d love it.”
“I do.” He speared a shrimp with his fork and slowly ate it.
“That was for show.” She pointed her chopsticks at him. “What’s with you?”
“Nothin’.” He picked up his glass and drank. Over the rim of his glass his gaze locked on to hers, she scowled, and he rolled his eyes.
He sat his empty glass with a thunk. “I’ve been challenged.”
Look for Year of the Cat sometime this year (2017)