I'd like to give a warm welcome to author Chris T. Kat. Let's find out more about her and her book "The Wolf and His Diva."
Lily,
thank you very much for having me on your blog!
1-How
long have you been writing?
I wrote as a kid and young
teenager, but dropped this hobby because other things became more important.
When I picked it up again it was due to my love for fanfiction and a certain TV
show (House MD). That was six years ago. For a while I wrote strictly in one
fandom, then stretched my wings and tried a couple of other fandoms. I enjoyed
writing fanfiction very much, but I realized early on that I’d probably switch
to original fiction at some point. I really wanted to create my own characters,
with their own background and obstacles to overcome, so… here I am. Since 2011
I only write original fiction.
2- What
is your favorite genre to write?
I write
in several sub-genres—contemporary, mystery, paranormal (mostly shape-shifters)
and light BDSM. My favorite genre to write depends a lot on my mood but no
matter what, after a while I always drift back to a story that includes
shape-shifting characters.
3-What
are you working on now?
I always like to talk about what I'm currently working on.
;-) At the moment I'm wrapping up my first science fiction story. Honestly, if
I'd known I'd have such a blast writing a sci-fi story, I'd have done so a long
time ago. Of course that story features aliens, as well as a snarky main
character who falls head over heels in love even though he doesn't want to—not
at all. There's lots of suspense and action involved, and as soon as I'm done
with the first novel, I'll start on the second.
4-When
you begin a story do you start with character or plot?
That really depends on the story. Sometimes a character
appears out of nowhere and I just know I want to write a story about him.
Sometimes it's a certain plot idea and the characters develop out of that idea,
but mostly it's a combination of both. I'm often inspired by images or single
words. The plot and the characters are intertwined for me, although at first
it's only one character that I really know and his love interest follows as
soon as the plot becomes clearer to me.
My current Wednesday Briefs project started with the simple
picture of a candle burning in front of a black background. That picture
immediately brought up strong emotions in me and I just knew I had a story with
a suffering character. Like I said, I'm easily inspired. ;-)
5-Tell us
about your latest/upcoming release. What inspired it?
My new
release is a m/m shape-shifter romance, titled The Wolf and His Diva. It
started out as a Wednesday Briefs story and the prompt was “When did you get to
be...” The story's first name was “To Love a Fox” and at that point in time we
had lots (and lots) of snow, which inspired Billy's tirade about how he was
tired of snow in the beginning of the story. Like I said earlier—I'm really
easily inspired. ;-)
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Blurb:
George Owens is comfortable with his life
just the way it is. A wolf- and fox-shifter, George leads a reclusive lifestyle
with his energetic and diva-ish mate Billy, a fox-and squirrel-shifter.
George has no desire to take over leadership of the
pack, despite his father’s wishes. Edward Owens is feeling his age and wants to
make sure the pack is in good hands should he not be able to win his next
challenge. However, George is adamant that he wants no part of it.
But events rock George from his
complacency, and he realizes he has to take a stand and fight for what he cares
about. If he remains in the past and cannot change in order to do what he must,
he risks losing everything he loves.
Excerpt:
After pushing his snout
through the snow-covered entrance of the den, George sniffed. He sucked in deep
gulps of crisp air, enjoying the slight burn deep in his lungs. He had no
desire to be anywhere but there, in Alaska.
Contentment engulfed
every pore of his being, and for the past few days, he’d not wasted one thought
on his father, Edward, or his pack. Or the fact that Edward and his pack wanted
him to take over the pack and become its leader.
Sometimes, George wished
his pack would work like most others—the strongest wolf takes the pack. Just
his luck that the Owens pack set great value on passing the leadership from
father to heir, preferably to a male heir. Of course, that didn’t mean another
wolf couldn’t become their leader, but that wasn’t the way their pack liked
things to be done.
George shook his head,
sneezed, and then climbed out of the den in his fox-form, scanning the area for
any sign of danger. He couldn’t detect anything remotely dangerous and circled
around to the entrance, leaving footprints in the snow. Small heaps of snow
crumpled inside, and right on cue, he heard a plaintive hiss.
Watch what you’re
doing! Billy called, using their telepathic connection.
George walked back, stuck
his head through the hole that marked the entrance to their den, and looked for
his mate. Billy was busy pawing at his left flank, trying to get rid of some
stray snowflakes that had dared to fall upon him. George took a moment to drink
in the sight of his graceful mate. Billy’s brilliant red fur stood out against
the dark background of their den, and his pristine, white belly gleamed.
George’s own coat had a
more brownish hue to it, and even though he had the characteristic black socks
and ear-tips, neither his belly nor the tip of his tail was white-furred.
Instead, these parts were covered in a light-gray fur.
In George’s eyes, Billy
was the most beautiful fox-shifter he’d ever met.
Billy huffed when it
became clear he couldn’t reach the snow. Instead, he shook himself vigorously,
eliciting a yip from George. Billy gazed up at him with his head cocked to one
side.
Oh, dear. You’re
wearing your gooey look. When did you get to be so overly sentimental anyway?
You weren’t like that when we first met.
George skidded back into
the den and rubbed his head against Billy’s. A lot has changed since we
first met, don’t you think?
Yeah, there’s that.
Are you complaining?
George asked.
Billy’s tail stood up
high in the air; only the white tip swished from one side to the other, always
a sign of excitement.
Well, I don’t know
about you, but I wouldn’t mind spending some time somewhere else. Like… let’s
say inside, perhaps.
You are inside,
George replied.
He pushed himself up on
his hind paws and used his momentum to shove Billy on the ground, underneath
him. Even for a fox, Billy was small, something Billy didn’t like George to
comment on.
Billy pressed both hind paws
against George’s belly while he angled with his forepaws for George’s neck.
George nudged his face aside before gently licking from Billy’s snout to his
chest, grooming him.
See? That’s what I
mean! I know you’re all for the big wilderness and all that but… can’t we go
home and have sex on a bed? You remember what’s it like, right? A real bed, I
mean?
Images flashed up in
front of George’s inner eye, images of Billy in his human-form—a small, lithe
man with finely toned muscles everywhere and the most beautiful green-blue
eyes. Oh, and he also had the thickest, albeit softest, auburn hair George had
ever felt.
Hello-ho! You’re doing
it again! Billy singsonged.
George nipped sharply at
Billy’s left ear. I’m old.I’m allowed to be
sentimental.
Billy snorted. You’re
forty-three. That’s not old.
You’re twenty-eight.
I’m from the Stone Age in comparison to you. I even have the gray hair to prove
it.
Dork, Billy said
with a great deal of affection in his voice. Come on, George, please. I want
to eat a warm meal. I want to sleep in a comfortable bed with you curled around
me. I want you to make love to me in our bed, not on a hard and frozen ground.
We padded our den.
You’re not lying on frozen ground, George retorted, then made the mistake
of gazing into Billy’s eyes. He sighed and surrendered. All right, we’ll go
home.
Oh, splendid! Billy
crooned. After flipping onto his side, he bounced to his feet. He was already
climbing out of their den when he called, Last
one home has to cook!
Hey! George
shouted.
He received no answer.
After crawling out of the den himself, he searched for Billy’s paw prints in
the snow and gave chase.
Chris T. Kat
Chris T. Kat lives in the middle of Europe, where she shares a house with
her husband of many years and their two children. She stumbled upon the M/M
genre by luck and was swiftly drawn into it. She divides her time between work,
her family—which includes chasing after escaping horses and lugging around huge
instruments such as a harp—and writing. She enjoys a variety of genres, such as
mystery/suspense, paranormal, and romance. If there's any spare time, she
happily reads for hours, listens to audiobooks or does cross stitch.
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