Hi all! We have a very special guest today. Someone who has stepped out of the “norm” for shapeshifters, and done something new, exciting and funny. AJ Chase, author of Cat And Mouse is here to talk about her book, and why she chose to something so unusual to write about. Now mind you, AJ is like thirteen months pregnant (ok, not really, but you get the gist) so our interview will be rather short.
First, let me show you this adorable cover!
For Katherine Stapleton (aka Kitty), being a shape-shifter isn’t nearly as glamorous as the novels and movies make it out to be. It isn’t all raw, animalistic sex and superhuman physical prowess. There’s also the hairballs.
Kitty has spent her entire life being a less-than-perfect were-cat. She can’t control her animal changes, so she decides to excel at matters human. After a decade of worldly successes, she’s back home for her ten-year high school reunion. Yet, she feels just as insignificant as she did back in school–except with Sam Philmore, a fellow D.C. lawyer and past classmate. And her former secret crush. In just three days Kitty gets the bad memories, the good times, the bitter truth, and a mouthful of one very sexy man who just happens to be a mouse sometimes…
Genre: Paranormal/Shapeshifter/Contemporary/Romantic Comedy
Book Length: Novella
Price: $3.99 (Excerpt below)
I think I’d be more excited if I wasn’t so tired. Gestating makes things a lot less exciting. Unless it’s cake. Cake is still pretty exciting right now.
But I wanted to turn it on it’s ear even more by making her the cat and him the mouse.
Thanks AJ for dropping in with us! Do you have any final words for us before you run off into the world of motherhood and new babies?
I wish I had some amazing advice or pearls of wisdom but I’m not much for profundity right now. I’m barely coherent. So I’ll just say thanks for having me!
We wandered across the courtyard, deafened by the huge artificial spray of water as we crossed under the waterfall. The pair of us found a little niche between the pool at the bottom of the waterfall and a large—probably artificial— garden. We leaned against the stucco wall.
I ran my hand over my dress again, self conscious while Sam watched me. What could I do to get him to stop staring? “Do you like living in D.C.?”
“I’ve liked it better since two weeks ago.” He sounded so matter-of-fact I had to ask.
“What happened two weeks ago?”
He played with a random curl that couldn’t be shoved back in my twist. “I saw your name on the Montgomery list.”
Oh, God. My knees went weak, and it probably wasn’t the vodka. At least not all of it.
But it was the vodka and schnapps cruising through my veins that made me stand there limp, with blood pumping hot to all the right places, and not run away. It was the alcohol that made me capable of opening my mouth under his when Sam kissed me hard.
In another moment I would have fled if someone I hadn’t seen in years tried to slip me some tongue, especially considering one of us would probably have to be removed from the Montgomery case.
But not right now.
Sam tasted like cheesecake, high school fantasies, and man. I whimpered low in my throat while his stroking tongue worked magic on mine. Tangling my fingers into his hair, I got into the kiss.
It was a bad idea. But at the moment all I knew was he kissed like he meant it, felt like my wildest dreams, and had his hand on my ass. I don’t think two minutes passed before his tie was off, and my fingers were tangled in the crisp, dark hair on his muscled chest. My black skirt fit too tight to step between, but somehow it had managed to ride all the way up my thighs. Sam stood between my legs, his erection pressing unabashedly into me as we kissed with an insane level of abandon.
It had to be the alcohol. It had to be. God, he was so hot.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you for fourteen years,” he growled, nipping on the lobe of my ear. “Fourteen years of fantasizing about that pretty little mouth of yours.”
“Fourteen—” I gasped as he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. “I don’t believe you,” I managed after he’d abandoned my mouth and moved to my neck.
“You should. It’s true.”