Tagline: Troy’s new roommate was loving, demanding ,possessive, sometimes even bad tempered. But he loved her anyway. After all, she was just a cat. Wasn’t she?
BLURB
Veterinarian Troy Shelton has no idea what he's letting himself in for when he rescues a friend's cat from the shelter after a dog attack. The friendly but demanding calico soon has Troy and his pregnant collie wrapped around her furry paw. But strange things begin happening in Troy's home when he’s away, and he could almost think someone else was living there besides him.
Torn and hurting, Katerina appreciates Troy's gentle care. She also appreciates his strong form and handsome face as much as the way he cuddles her. She's trapped in her cat form until her wounds heal, but once she's well again she finds herself oddly reluctant to resume her human form and life away from Troy. But someone else is interested in Troy, and that someone else has already tried to kill Cat once.
Troy paused,
standing stock still, watching in amazement as Cherie greeted Katerina with the
enthusiasm of an old friend, her whole hind end wagging along with her plumed
tail. “Well, I’ll be
darned.” Katerina leaned
down to pet the collie’s head. Cherie took advantage of the moment, and swiped
at Katerina’s cheek with her tongue. Oh, yuck! She’d
swear Cherie was grinning at her. She was so going to get that dog. “That’s
amazing,” Troy told her. “I never saw Cherie take to someone so quickly.” Katerina hid a
smile, fondling the collie. “She knows an animal person when she sees one,
don’t you, Cherie?” Jacinth seemed
to be having spasms in the background, and as Troy turned away to unlatch the
door of the horse trailer, Katerina crossed her eyes and stuck her tongue out
at the unrepentant Djinn. Benny came
bouncing up to them, wide-eyed with excitement. “Hi, Miss Kat,”
he said respectfully. He then stood
staring at her until she sighed, leaning down close to the boy's ear. “Stop that,” she
whispered. “Or I’ll sharpen my claws on your pool raft next time I’m at your
house.” His eyes
rounded, impressed at the awesomeness of the threat. “Would you really?” Katerina ruffled
his hair. “No, but you have to be good and keep my secret, okay?” “Yeah, I know. I
won’t tell anyone, Miss Kat. I promise.” “There’s a good
boy. Now, Troy’s got the ramp down, why don’t you go help get Ladybug out of
the trailer?” “Oh, yeah!” He
ran off. A small hand
slipped into Katerina’s. Surprised, she looked down to see Molly at her side. “Well, hi,
sweetie,” she said. “I like you,”
Molly announced, the innocent blue eyes solemn as she gazed at Katerina. “Umm... thank
you.” Katerina looked at the little girl helplessly. She’d never had anything
to do with children before, except in her cat form. And then she’d never had to
do anything but let them pet her, and purr. “Up?” Molly
lifted chubby little arms. “Sure.” She bent
down, and the arms wound themselves around her neck, and a somewhat wet kiss
was placed on her cheek as she straightened, the little girl carefully balanced
on one hip. “Shall we go see them put Firefly and Ladybug in their new home?” “Uh-huh. I’m
going to ride Ladybug.” “Are you? How
nice. Not today, I hope.”
“No. She’s too
little,” Molly informed her. “I have to wait til she grows up.”
Author Info
A former career medical transcriptionist and disabled Veteran, Allie McCormack is now writing from home full-time. Allie has traveled quite a bit and lived many places all over the U.S., and also a year in Cairo, Egypt as an exchange student, and a year in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia under contract to a hospital there, plus a short stint with NATO while she was in the Army. Allie now lives in the beautiful southern California with her family and her two rescue cats.
Allie says: "A writer is who and what I am... a romance writer. I write what I know, and what I know is romance. Dozens of story lines and literally hundreds of characters live and breathe within the not-so-narrow confines of my imagination, and it is my joy and privilege to bring them to life, to share them with others by writing their stories."
BLURB A proud fighter pilot for the Taqara National Guard and fiercely loyal to the land of his birth, Bennett Al Mansour’s heart belongs to the desert, to his bedouin roots. But his dreams are shattered with the explosion of a landmine. Angry and embittered, he is sent to his brother’s home in California for a rehab that he has no interest in. As he rebuilds his life and works with Tanya to get back on his feet, Bennett discovers a new passion. But will he have to choose between his love for his country and his love for the woman of his dreams? Hired by the wealthy and powerful Al Mansour family, Tanya Groves’ budding career as a physical therapist hinges on being able to get Bennett back on his feet and walking again. An orphan, she’s learned to make her own way in the world and has dreams of travel and fame as a top-notch physical therapist… dreams that leave no room for a home and family, despite her growing love for the intense, brooding Bennett.
Author Info A former career medical transcriptionist and disabled Veteran, Allie McCormack is now writing from home full-time. Allie has traveled quite a bit and lived many places all over the U.S., and also a year in Cairo, Egypt as an exchange student, and a year in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia under contract to a hospital there, plus a short stint with NATO while she was in the Army. As a single mom, she raised a wonderful daughter who's recently married and there are plans afoot for grandchildren. Allie now lives in the beautiful Sorona Desert in southern Arizona with her two rescue cats and writes full-time.
Allie says: "A writer is who and what I am... a romance writer. I write what I know, and what I know is romance. Dozens of story lines and literally hundreds of characters live and breathe within the not-so-narrow confines of my imagination, and it is my joy and privilege to bring them to life, to share them with others by writing their stories."
Tagline:Douglas needed a miracle. What he got was a
genie...
BLURB Veterinarian Douglas McCandliss
considered himself an ordinary kinda guy with an ordinary kinda life. He had no
idea why he'd bought the old silver teapot, and when a young woman appeared
before him claiming to be a genie, he almost wished he hadn't. If only she
wasn't so damned cute.
Ebullient and cheerful, Jacinth
loved granting wishes and helping people. So she was thrilled when her teapot's
new owner, a single father with custody of two young children, asked her to
stay until he could find a nanny. The problem was, the longer she stayed, the
more she was attracted to Douglas, and she was certainly not willing to turn
over care of Ben and little Molly to just anybody. But she was a 900 year old
genie, and had no intention of falling in love with a mortal man. None
whatsoever.
It wasn’t going
to be all that easy, after all, he thought as he looked at Benny’s scared,
apprehensive face a few hours later.
“Benny.” He
squatted down to the boy’s level, holding his gaze reassuringly. “It’s very
safe. Planes don’t usually crash, or fly into buildings, I promise. Those were
accidents.”
“Mom said they
did,” Benny told him, fear in his voice. “She was always watching plane crashes
on the news. She watched them over and over.”
Was that how
Lilian had planned to keep him from taking the kids if he found them? Douglas
had to wonder. Certainly, she’d always had a taste for the morbid and the
sensational, but to deliberately implant a fear of flying in a young child when
she had taken the children the width of the continent away from him, was going
too far. Molly looked scared too, even abandoning Jacinth to cling to her brother’s
hand. Tears welled up in those bottomless blue eyes, and her lower lip trembled
ominously. If he was going to put these two on the plane, it was going to have
to be by brute force.
Exchanging a
glance with Jacinth, he saw his opinion mirrored in her face. They had two
choices. They could find another mode of travel to New York, or carry two
screaming, terrified children onto the airplane. Douglas had never considered
himself lacking in courage, but his nerves quailed at the graphic image that
conjured up.
“Okay, okay,
don’t panic,” he told them. “Give me a couple of minutes here and I’ll think of
something.”
He moved a few
feet away from the car where they all stood, still in the parking lot at the
zoo. Jacinth followed, and he lowered his voice to consult with her.
“What am I
supposed to do? Dammit, we’re three thousand miles from home! Did Lilian do
this on purpose?”
Jacinth gnawed
on her lower lip, feeling her brows pull together as she pondered.
“Probably,” she
agreed. “I think you’re going to have to rent the car all the way to New York,
Douglas.”
His grimace was
rueful. “That distressing possibility occurred to me. At least that would be
better than taking the bus or the train, which are our only other options. Four
days in a car with two young children, though, is my idea of a nightmare.
They’re so little, and it’s been so long since we’ve been together, we’re
complete strangers to each other. This is definitely not how I’d choose to get
to know each other again.”
Jacinth twinkled
at him. “You have a nanny,” she reminded him. “And once you’re home, you have
your job to go to. This might turn out for the best for both you and the
children. By the time we get to New York you’ll have established a rapport with
them.
Enthusiasm fired
in her, and she felt a burst of excitement. “It’ll be fun, Douglas. We can play
car games, and I can read them stories, and we’ll buy some of those children’s
sing-along CD’s. We can eat at truck stops and roadside diners along the way,
then stop at motels in the afternoon. The children can nap, then we can go to
dinner, and maybe swim in the motel pool in the evening. We can buy postcards
and a camera and take lots of pictures.”
She watched
Douglas hopefully as he thought this over. Driving across America wasn't
something she'd ever have thought of doing, or even wanting to do, but now she
was seized with a great longing. Perhaps it was because of the presence of
Douglas and the children, having someone to share this great new adventure
with.
“It doesn’t
sound like such a bad idea, when you put it that way,” Douglas admitted. “Maybe
this could work after all.”
Hope sprang up
in her breast as another thought occurred to her. “If we’re not going to fly
out from here tonight, could we stay one more day and go to Disneyland
tomorrow?”
Douglas broke
into laughter. “Okay, yes, we’ll go to Disneyland.”
Hearing him,
Benny let out a whoop of excitement, and Molly’s eyes shone like stars. Douglas
held up a hand for silence.
“But we’re not
staying late,” he warned them. “I’m not fighting this kind of traffic on a
Monday morning. We’ll leave Disneyland before it gets dark so we'll be well out
of the city before we find a motel for the night. No arguments when I say it's
time to leave. Agreed?”
He noted with
amusement that Jacinth joined in with Benny in assuring him that was fine,
while Molly nodded her head vigorously, the curly blond bangs flopping in her
eyes. She was so adorable, he wanted to scoop her in his arms and hold her
tight. His chest constricted, and his eyes stung a little as he looked at his
kids. He loved them both so much.
“I owe you,” he
told Jacinth, his voice hoarse with the emotion he couldn’t suppress. “I owe
you a lot. There’s nothing in the world that means as much as my kids.”
Author Info A former career medical transcriptionist and disabled Veteran, Allie McCormack is now writing from home full-time. Allie has traveled quite a bit and lived many places all over the U.S., and also a year in Cairo, Egypt as an exchange student, and a year in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia under contract to a hospital there, plus a short stint with NATO while she was in the Army. As a single mom, she raised a wonderful daughter who's recently married and there are plans afoot for grandchildren. Allie now lives in the beautiful Sorona Desert in southern Arizona with her two rescue cats and writes full-time.
Allie says: "A writer is who and what I am... a romance writer. I write what I know, and what I know is romance. Dozens of story lines and literally hundreds of characters live and breathe within the not-so-narrow confines of my imagination, and it is my joy and privilege to bring them to life, to share them with others by writing their stories."
The Book Junkie Reads . . . Interview with Allie McCormack . . .
What are some of your writing/publishing goals for this year?
My goals for writing/publishing this year are (in order of priority):
Publish Castles in the Sand, the 2nd book in my Sons of the Desert multicultural romance series (scheduled for August 6)
Finish major revisions on A Cat for Troy, the 3rd book in my Wishes & Dreams paranormal romance series, and get it through a final round of beta reading. I’d really like to get this book published this year but… that’s more of a hope than a goal, as there’s still a lot of work to be done.
Put everything else aside, and dive into my first round of major revisions on When Darkness Falls, my 16th century paranormal/vampire romance trilogy (yes, trilogy!). It’s been through one round of beta reading; I’d like to finish these major revisions and get it into round 2 of beta reading by the end of the year.
Participate in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) in November… I have NO idea what my project will be! Last year, the idea for the new WIP came to me barely a week before November started, LOL.
Do you feel that writing is an ingrained process or just something that flows naturally for you?
It’s kind of both. In general, my writing is Muse-driven, but that only goes so far. At some point you have to hunker down and *work* … get the timeline organized, transition between scenes and chapters, do characterization work, make sure everything flows, there are no plot holes, etc.
I’m a pantser…. That is, I write, as they say, “by the seat of my pants.” I don’t write in sequential order from page 1 to the end (that’s a plotter). I write scenes as they come into my head, then fill in the spaces between. Rather like Connect the Dots. In fact, if you sit me down with a blank piece of paper and say, plot out a new story, I can’t. I mean, literally, I am unable to do it, because I don’t know what the story is. I don’t know what’s going to happen. My mind doesn’t work that way. What happens next after a scene, generally comes to me as I’m writing the scene. I don’t *think* about it, it just… arrives in my head.
Do you have a character that you have been working on for a long time that still isn't quite ready, but fills you with excitement to work on the story?
Oh my gosh, yes!!!! Well, okay I’ve gotten past the “isn’t quite ready” part, the manuscript is mostly written but needs a lot more, and I still am filled with excitement to work on it! This is When Darkness Falls, my 16th century story… in fact, I was SO excited to work on it that it turned into a trilogy, LOL!
If you could spend one-week with 5 fictional characters, who would they be?
The MacGregor, from Nora Roberts’ MacGregor series
Galadriel, from Lord of the Rings
Armand, from Anne Rice’s vampire books (the Armand of the books not the movie)
Elizabeth, from Madam Secretary (CBS)
Miles, from God Friended Me (CBS)
Where would you spend one full year, if you could go ANYWhere? What would you do with this time?
Cairo, Egypt. I’d take a flat with a balcony overlooking the Nile! In the evenings I’d go walk along the Corniche El Nil, buy jasmine flower necklaces, eat warm peanuts and take carriage (hantuur) rides, and then late at night retreat to my balcony and write into the night, looking out over the river and watching the dinner boats go buy and the water taxis and… and… and!! And be totally inspired! 😊
Can you share you next creative project(s)? If yes, can you give a few details?
Oops, I kinda did that a couple questions above, but here we go. This is my 16th Century paranormal/vampire romance in an Arabian-Nights style setting. It takes place in a fictitious country set between the Persian Empire under the Saffavids and the Mughal Empire in India. The city, Al-Khair, is set in the center of a vast desert; the only way to get to it is weeks-long travel by caravan, which passes through twice a year. The culture, food, clothing, are a mixture of Arabic/Persian/Indian. Religions are Islam, Buddhism and Hindu, with Christianity also represented by travelers from further west who stayed to settle in Al Khair. The culture leans more heavily toward the Arabic, since that’s what I know from my time spent overseas in Egypt (exchange student) and Saudi (hospital contract). Anyway this blend of peoples live peacefully under the benign rule of the Sultana, and in shaky truce with the clan of vampires living beneath the mountains just to the north. The vampires claim the entire land as their ancestral homeland of all vampires, the first of their kind coming here to make it their home many thousands of years before. The Dark Lord watches over the lands, and a thousand years before had agreed to allow the humans to build an outpost (caravanserai) at the oasis in the desert… which grew into a village, then into the walled city it is now. The city is also home to a number of supernatural races; Djinn, shapeshifters, magi, witches and warlocks, and more; it is known as a place where all supernaturals can come to visit in safety so long as they come in peace.
Oops, I’m going on. You see how I get caught up in it? Anyway, the basic storyline is that Alyssa, orphaned at an early age, outcast and beggared, makes her way to Al Khair on the Great Caravan when she is 18. She has dreamed of coming here all her life, to make a new start, a life for herself without the stigma of her past. There she meets Nicholas, the High Scribe of the city. Impressed by her thirst for knowledge and bright intelligence, he recommends her to the Sultana, who appoints her to be the Royal Scribe. Stunned and unbelieving of this good fortune, Alyssa is fervently grateful, and vows privately to do all she can to prove herself worthy of the Sultana’s trust in her.
Okay I’m going to leave you hanging here <wicked grin> I could go on and on, for 3 books worth! Oh! Wait! I already did!!!!
Douglas needed a miracle. What he got was a genie… A Gift of Jacinth is a charming, playful paranormal romance novel with a happy ever after and no cliffhanger. BLURB Veterinarian Douglas McCandliss considered himself an ordinary kinda guy with an ordinary kinda life. He had no idea why he’d bought the old silver teapot, and when a young woman appeared before him claiming to be a genie, he almost wished he hadn’t. If only she wasn’t so damned cute. Ebullient and cheerful, Jacinth loved granting wishes and helping people. So she was thrilled when her teapot’s new owner, a single father with custody of two young children, asked her to stay until he could find a nanny. The problem was, the longer she stayed, the more she was attracted to Douglas, and she was certainly not willing to turn over care of Ben and little Molly to just anybody. But she was a 900 year old genie, and had no intention of falling in love with a mortal man. None whatsoever. Get your copy and plunge into the magic and enchantment of the Djinn world, and experience a charming and unexpected love story.
Exchanging a glance with Jacinth, he saw his opinion mirrored in her face. They had two choices. They could find another mode of travel to New York, or carry two screaming, terrified children onto the airplane. Douglas had never considered himself lacking in courage, but his nerves quailed at the graphic image that conjured up. “Okay, okay, don’t panic,” he told them. “Give me a couple of minutes here and I’ll think of something.” He moved a few feet away from the car where they all stood, still in the parking lot at the zoo. Jacinth followed, and he lowered his voice to consult with her. “What am I supposed to do? Dammit, we’re three thousand miles from home! Did Lilian do this on purpose?” Jacinth gnawed on her lower lip, feeling her brows pull together as she pondered. “Probably,” she agreed. “I think you’re going to have to rent the car all the way to New York, Douglas.” His grimace was rueful. “That distressing possibility occurred to me. At least that would be better than taking the bus or the train, which are our only other options. Four days in a car with two young children, though, is my idea of a nightmare. They’re so little, and it’s been so long since we’ve been together, we’re complete strangers to each other. This is definitely not how I’d choose to get to know each other again.” Jacinth twinkled at him. “You have a nanny,” she reminded him. “And once you’re home, you have your job to go to. This might turn out for the best for both you and the children. By the time we get to New York you’ll have established a rapport with them. Enthusiasm fired in her, and she felt a burst of excitement. “It’ll be fun, Douglas. We can play car games, and I can read them stories, and we’ll buy some of those children’s sing-along CD’s. We can eat at truck stops and roadside diners along the way, then stop at motels in the afternoon. The children can nap, then we can go to dinner, and maybe swim in the motel pool in the evening. We can buy postcards and a camera and take lots of pictures.” She watched Douglas hopefully as he thought this over. Driving across America wasn’t something she’d ever have thought of doing, or even wanting to do, but now she was seized with a great longing. Perhaps it was because of the presence of Douglas and the children, having someone to share this great new adventure with. “It doesn’t sound like such a bad idea, when you put it that way,” Douglas admitted. “Maybe this could work after all.” Hope sprang up in her breast as another thought occurred to her. “If we’re not going to fly out from here tonight, could we stay one more day and go to Disneyland tomorrow?” Douglas broke into laughter. “Okay, yes, we’ll go to Disneyland.” Hearing him, Benny let out a whoop of excitement, and Molly’s eyes shone like stars. Douglas held up a hand for silence. “But we’re not staying late,” he warned them. “I’m not fighting this kind of traffic on a Monday morning. We’ll leave Disneyland before it gets dark so we’ll be well out of the city before we find a motel for the night. No arguments when I say it’s time to leave. Agreed?” He noted with amusement that Jacinth joined in with Benny in assuring him that was fine, while Molly nodded her head vigorously, the curly blond bangs flopping in her eyes. She was so adorable, he wanted to scoop her in his arms and hold her tight. His chest constricted, and his eyes stung a little as he looked at his kids. He loved them both so much.
Author Info A career medical transcriptionist, Allie McCormack is now writing from home full-time. Allie has traveled quite a bit and lived many places all over the U.S., and also a year in Cairo, Egypt as an exchange student, and a year in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia under contract to a hospital there, plus a short stint with NATO while she was in the Army. As a single mom, she raised a wonderful daughter who's recently married and there are plans afoot for grandchildren. A disabled veteran, Allie now lives in the beautiful Sorona Desert in southern Arizona with her two rescue cats and writes full-time.
Allie says: "A writer is who and what I am... a romance writer. I write what I know, and what I know is romance. Dozens of story lines and literally hundreds of characters live and breathe within the not-so-narrow confines of my imagination, and it is my joy and privilege to bring them to life, to share them with others by writing their stories."
BLURB Douglas needed a miracle. What he got was a genie… Veterinarian Douglas McCandliss considered himself an ordinary kinda guy with an ordinary kinda life. He had no idea why he’d bought the old silver teapot, and when a young woman appeared before him claiming to be a genie, he almost wished he hadn’t. If only she wasn’t so damned cute. Ebullient and cheerful, Jacinth loved granting wishes and helping people. So she was thrilled when her teapot’s new owner, a single father with custody of two young children, asked her to stay until he could find a nanny. The problem was, the longer she stayed, the more she was attracted to Douglas, and she was certainly not willing to turn over care of Ben and little Molly to just anybody. But she was a 900 year old genie, and had no intention of falling in love with a mortal man. None whatsoever.
Author Info A career medical transcriptionist, Allie McCormack is now writing from home full-time. Allie has traveled quite a bit and lived many places all over the U.S., and also a year in Cairo, Egypt as an exchange student, and a year in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia under contract to a hospital there, plus a short stint with NATO while she was in the Army. As a single mom, she raised a wonderful daughter who's recently married and there are plans afoot for grandchildren. A disabled veteran, Allie now lives in the beautiful Sorona Desert in southern Arizona with her two rescue cats and writes full-time.
Allie says: "A writer is who and what I am... a romance writer. I write what I know, and what I know is romance. Dozens of story lines and literally hundreds of characters live and breathe within the not-so-narrow confines of my imagination, and it is my joy and privilege to bring them to life, to share them with others by writing their stories."
BLURB Sarah Pendleton was born into a life of wealth and privilege, raised in the shadow of her famous soprano mother and her father, an equally famous composer. Shy and retiring, Sarah has left behind the world she grew up in to make her own life in the coastal town of Santa Barbara, California. A visiting University professor of Arabic literature from the small oil-rich country of Taqara, Khalid Al Mansour is the eldest son of a Taqaran diplomat and an independent American artist. He’s never settled down in one place, but that’s because he’s never found what he wanted… until one evening he sees the lovely bellydancer at a small, smoky cafe downtown.
Author Info A career medical transcriptionist, Allie McCormack is now writing from home full-time. Allie has traveled quite a bit and lived many places all over the U.S., and also a year in Cairo, Egypt as an exchange student, and a year in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia under contract to a hospital there, plus a short stint with NATO while she was in the Army. As a single mom, she raised a wonderful daughter who's recently married and there are plans afoot for grandchildren. A disabled veteran, Allie now lives in the beautiful Sorona Desert in southern Arizona with her two rescue cats and writes full-time.
Allie says: "A writer is who and what I am... a romance writer. I write what I know, and what I know is romance. Dozens of story lines and literally hundreds of characters live and breathe within the not-so-narrow confines of my imagination, and it is my joy and privilege to bring them to life, to share them with others by writing their stories."
