BLOG TOUR: BEHIND THE EIGHT BALL(Fur, Fangs, and Felines)Bk2 BY M.A. CHURCH. Also, an Excerpt, Giveaway, and a Character Interview.
Today I’m very lucky to be interviewing a surprise guest. Instead of M.A. Church, author of Behind the Eight Ball, I have Marshell. He is a Vetala. So, tell us a little about yourself.
1) What’s your job like?
Okay, first off, I bet you’re surprised to see my name listed up there. The book is about Heller and Lawson, that’s true. But… even though I’m not a main character, I’m important. And no, I’m not ringing my own bell. (Okay, maybe a little*smirk*.) My sister, Janelle, and I stir up some shit in the West Falls clowder. But hey, they need it.
So, my job. Janelle, Lawson, and I own The Perfect Touch Auto Spa and Detailing Shop. It’s a pretty easy job. The three of us are like family now. Emphasize ‘now’. Lawson and I have a history, but that’s been over for a long time. I love the guy, but I love him like a brother. He’s not my mate and I know that, but that doesn’t mean that I won’t protect him with my very life.
2) Would you rather be respected or feared? Why?
Ha! I’m both respected and feared. I’m the baddest of the bad, the meanest of the mean, the nightmare to end all nightmares… *laugh* and I’m so full of shit.
In case you’re wondering, I’m a Vetala. We’re a type of snake-like paranormal. We have sharp teeth and blue, snake-like eyes when we attack. A Vetala’s bite mark resembles the marks of a vampire attack, but we’re not dead like vamps.
The paranormal community tends to fear the Vetala. That’s kind of funny, considering all the things out there that go bump in the night. But we’re strong and very powerful… which ends up being a huge problem with the Alpha of the West Falls clowder later on.
So, would I rather be respected or feared? Honestly I really just prefer to be left alone.
3) What’s your favorite book?
*grin* It’s not out yet.
What? *looks over at M.A. Church* Michelle says I can’t say the third book in this series—which will be about me—is my favorite. She hasn’t been up long and hasn’t had her daily intake of caffeine, so I’m going to just ignore her and stick with my answer.
4) If you could go anywhere, all expenses paid, where would you go?
Hmmm. Nowhere cold, that’s for sure. I’m thinking somewhere tropical, with plenty of nice sandy beaches that would hopefully lead to an absence of clothes and a nice hard body slicked up with oil.
5) Tell us a bit about yourself.
Well, I told you a little bit about *what* I am earlier, but as far as *who* I am? I’m still trying to figure that one out myself. I enjoy my job, I’m protective of those I consider family–like my sister and Lawson—and I enjoy life… but I’m ready to set down roots.
It’s why the three of us bought a business together when we moved down here. Now all I need is for my mate to show up.
Thanks for talking with me Marshell, and I hope your mate shows up very soon. Feel free to hang around while we take a look at Book 2 in the Fur, Fangs, and Felines, series - Behind the Eight Ball, by M.A. Church.
Author Name: M.A. Church
Book Name: Behind the Eight Ball
Series: Fur, Fangs, and Felines
Can be read as a standalone, but book one does give information about one of the MCs.
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond
Release Date: October 30, 2015
Pages or Words: 76,000 words
Categories: Fiction, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Paranormal, Romance
A cool morning, a yard full of birds, and a kitty on a mission. What more could a werecat want? Beta Heller Wirth has it all, except a mate—a shifter mate, that is. The last thing he wants is one of those dangerous humans who kill without remorse. Heller knows about that firsthand. So what does the goddess Bast do? She gives Heller exactly what he does not want—a human: business owner Lawson Dupre.
Lawson hasn’t a clue what just happened in his car detail shop. One minute a cute client is about to pass out, then he perks up and starts flirting. Next thing, he runs out the door like the hounds of hell are after him. Learning that Heller is a werecat doesn’t freak out Lawson. He happens to be one of those rare humans who knows paranormals exists. He even lives with one. Watch the fur fly as Heller and Lawson battle hurt feelings, misguided beliefs, and a power shift in Heller’s clowder.
The rustling of dead leaves caught my attention, and I froze with one paw still in the air. Not moving and barely daring to breathe, I waited. My whiskers twitched as a cool October breeze disturbed the scent of decaying leaves and rich soil. The foliage trembled again as something rooted around.
I slowly lowered my paw. The disturbance wasn’t very noticeable except to my predatory gaze. The movement continued. Gradually, bit by bit, I crept forward, making sure my long fur didn’t disturb the surrounding mounds of dying leaves. It was times like these I wished my coat were short like Dolf’s. One thing was for sure—whatever was below those leaves was going to be mine shortly. All I needed was to cover a little more distance and I’d be close enough.
Heart thumping, I watched as the movement continued. My muscles tightened and my bottom started wiggling. Unable to wait, I sprang forward, claws extended. Leaves flew into the air as I landed on my target. Bugs scattered. Eyes narrowed, I searched for…. There! There was the little bugger. I growled at the big black beetle and trapped it with my paw.
Seconds passed. The bug wiggled under my paw, tickling me. Hunched down, I carefully lifted my paw and peeked. Dammit, can’t see. Unable to get a good look, I lifted my paw a little higher… and there it went, scuttling across the ground. Gleefully I slammed a paw down, trying to trap it. Slap. Slap. Slap. Arrgh! What’s the deal? I keep missing.
Looked like I’d found myself in a game of whack-a-mole, except with a beetle. And off we went. The bug scurried away with me hot on its trail. Every time I thought I had a paw on it, I ended up missing. Stupid critter was fast. I bounded along behind as it raced across the ground. Then it suddenly cut back and ran straight under me.
Surprised, I leaped in the air, all four paws coming off the ground. Whoa! Zigged when I should have zagged. I landed and nonchalantly licked a paw. Hope no one saw that. I had to give the bug credit. That was a smart move. The shrill cry of a mockingbird caught my attention. I lifted my head, searching for the little tattletale.
Up in a tree it sat, its warning cries echoing around the yard. I eyed the tree. Hmm, I could climb it, but the stupid bird will probably just take off. Still, might be fun. Maybe after I finished playing with the bug… and damn. The bug.
My attention returned to where it had been, my tail slashing. Great. Lost it. Stupid bird. I sat up and threw a glare over my shoulder at the bird. Standing, I turned my back to the little menace, tail held high. That’s what I think of you, buddy. I prowled around for a while, sniffing, enjoying the coolness of the morning.
In the early morning sunlight, the dew on the grass sparkled like diamonds. Maybe it was pretty, but the stuff was also cold and wet against my paws. I was glad for my fur. As I wandered back toward the house, my stomach growled. I was hungry and… I sniffed. Oh, was that a blue jay I smelled? Oh, oh, a blue jay. Yum.
The human side of me groaned, but the kitty part wanted to jump with joy. The noisy little shits were actually quite intelligent. Catching one was always a feat. Quick as I could, I hid in the bright fall foliage by the back porch. I stayed very, very still so the stupid bird three feet from me didn’t fly off in a panic.
I licked my lips, my whiskers twitching as I watched the little rascal across from me raise its head. Shit, shit, shit. What caught its attention? Come on already. It’s all fine, nothing to worry about here. No cat hanging around. Just go back to pecking around on the ground. Everything’s good. See? I’m not moving, not even breathing.
Crouched low, I waited while my breakfast relaxed and returned to looking for acorns. Other birds came and went, but I refused to get distracted. I knew the one I wanted. Inch by agonizing inch, I crept closer to my prey. My mouth watered and my heart thumped.
The chatter of the birds around me was easy and relaxed, no distress calls sounding. That’s right. Just keep on eating. Soon I’m going to be eating you. My body tensed, back legs ready to spring me into action….
And the phone in the house rang.
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 and is a member of Romance Writers of America, Rainbow Romance Writers, and Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America.
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