Saturday, December 6, 2014

Countdown to Trouble Day #6

Hey y’all! It’s day #6 of the Countdown to Trouble. I’ve been saying to keep a check on the countdown because their might be something special, lol. Yesterday was the first giveaway.
Time to announce the winner of the ebook copy of Trouble Comes in Threes:


Email will be sent shortly. Thank you, everyone, for playing. There’ll be other chances to win stuff, so keep an eye on the posts. (Guys, I’ve had art work done for this and ordered a notebook with the cover on it. There are cool prizes coming. And, hint, hint I *could* pick a random winner from comments too. But, um, you have to comment on the post to be entered.) 

Today I’m talking about werecats and that mating scent, lol. You know the one. *wink* A shifter/paranormal smells it and that’s it. He’s found his mate and it’s nearly impossible to deny that scent. Of course, this applies to females too.

Werecats are territorial, living within clowders, each of which is (usually) headed up by a male Alpha. Werecats tend to live separately from average human society in order to keep their existence a secret. Many werecats view the biggest threat to their society as humans and therefore value their species privacy above all else. It is an extreme offense to tell a human about the existence. There are some who don’t like humans.

~Recessive Gene: Thanks to advanced technology, the shifter community figured out humans who had a recessive gene could be mates. That gene mutated during the blood transfer between humans and shifters allowing humans to develop shifter abilities like rapid healing and lifespan expansion.
This way the human mate lived as long as shifters. The mating scent identified which humans carried the recessive gene. While a shifter could mate with a human who didn’t have the gene, that human wouldn’t receive shifter abilities. They would only live an average human lifespan.

Blurb: 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.

~Don't forget the Trouble Tour will be starting Dec 15th~