Rules? There’s rules? *gasp*
LOL, okay, seriously. I like rules. What can I say? That’s the teacher in me. But the rebel side also insists I sometimes break the rules. For every rule, there’s an exception. Good grief, look at the English language!
So, my shifter stories. Well, writing is like cooking, at least to me. I take a pinch of this, a dash of that… then stir, taste, and repeat if necessary. I guess I follow tradition to a point, then throw everything out the window and branch off on my own.
In A Leap of Faith series, my Native American shifter books, the twist is the animal is an actual spirit, or totem. They communicate with the human they share space with, lol. They have thoughts, ideas, and very definite feelings on things. So talking to yourself takes on a whole new meaning with this series!
In Trouble Comes in Threes, the story revolves around an established mated pair finding out their goddess has arranged another mate for them. While it is uncommon, it’s not totally unheard of. What causes an uproar is the fact their mate is human.
Now, that is cause for an uproar.
In this series, my shifters are just regular felines. Not lions or cougars, lol. Think house cats, but more along the lines of Savannah Cats. They are tall and slim, long and leggy kitties. While that may not sound as intimidating as some of the big cats, keep in mind they still have very sharp claws and fangs, as my human character finds out.
The moon does not hamper the shifters in my world. They can shift at will, and their environments reflect their needs. In other words, their living space is a big ol’ kitty playground. They live in a clowder, which is what a group of cats are called. They have their own governments, leaders, and laws. But these don’t just apply to my shifters. It applies to all paranormal kind. And yes, their greatest fear is humans finding out about them.
But I take this one step further. Dolf and Tal’s clowder don’t like humans. Actually, most of the clowder wants nothing to do with humanity. Kirk, who just happens to be human, attempts to take on the world he finds himself thrust into. He’s dealt with discrimination because he’s gay, but never because he’s human. That’s a first. And frankly, he’s not sure how to act.
Through the support of his mates, Kirk tries to open the clowder’s eyes in regards to how they act toward him. Traditions are tested and changed, but not everyone agrees. In fact, some are killing to kill to keep the status quo.
~art work by August (Gus) Li
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond
Categories: Contemporary, Fiction, Gay Fiction, Menage/Poly, Paranormal, Romance
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.
M.A. Church is a true Southern belle who spent many years in the elementary education sector. Now she spends her days lost in fantasy worlds, arguing with hardheaded aliens on far-off planets, herding her numerous shifters, or trying to tempt her country boys away from their fishing poles. It’s a full time job, but hey, someone’s gotta do it!
When not writing, she’s exploring the latest M/M novel to hit the market, watching her beloved Steelers, or sitting glued to HGTV. That’s if she’s not on the back porch tending to the demanding wildlife around the pond in the backyard. The ducks are very outspoken. She’s married to her high school sweetheart, and they have two children.
She was a finalist in the Rainbow awards for 2013.
Drop by her blog at http://machurch00.blogspot.com/
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