I want to welcome Katya Armock today.
Katya is here to talk about her new book To Hiss or to Kiss
Blurb:
Chloe can “talk” to animals…so why can she hear the thoughts of this hot, green-eyed man?
Abandoned by her mother and raised by a father who’d given up on life, Chloe doesn't let anyone get close. Lucky for her, she can communicate with animals—telepathically. Animals are the only people she needs. When a suspected dog-fighting ring comes to her attention, Chloe decides to do a little spying. In her rush to win the dogs’ trust, she almost gets caught.
Until a sexy stranger intervenes, and she finds she can overhear his thoughts. She’s never been able to hear people, and this man’s about as sexy as she’s ever seen. It’s more than intellectual curiosity that drives her to discover his secret: he’s a jaguar shape-shifter, and the presence of this cat among the dogs might be a bit too much to handle. But the animal attraction is just too hot to resist, and the passion between them makes both the sparks—and the fur—fly…
Here is also an Interview with Chloe and Katya
Katya: I know how much you hate beating around the bush, so
I’m just going to dive right in. What makes you unique?
Chloe: [gives me an are-you-stupid look] That’s obvious. I
can telepathically communicate with animals.
Katya: OK, I’ll give you that, but what else makes you
unique?
Chloe: I like ice
cream.
Katya: You’re not really trying, are you?
Chloe: How can you tell? [rolls her eyes] Look, I just don’t
like talking about myself. Can’t we just talk about my cats or something?
Katya: How about something close to that? You spend a lot of
time volunteering at an animal shelter. Given your ability, it makes sense, but
it must be difficult to deal with all the homeless animals.
Chloe: It is, but I figure I was given this gift for a reason
and I need to do what I can to help animals. They don’t have a voice for most
people. Plus, animals are way better than people. If I wanted to be harshly
judged, I’d tell more people about my ability—or wear a bikini or something.
[We both laugh.]
Katya: I figure
you’ll have a unique take on this one, considering your ability to converse
with animals. What animal would you be?
Chloe: A cat. I’ve always been a cat person. [smiles
wickedly] Jorge certainly hasn’t changed that. Do you know how hot it is to
have man purr against your naked body whether you’re cuddling or fuc…?
[blushes]
Katya: I can imagine. Speaking of Jorge, what’s it like to
be able to telepathically communicate with a person?
Chloe: At first it freaked me out. I didn’t even know shape-shifters
existed, so I thought I could just suddenly hear a random human in my head. It
didn’t help that just looking at him sent my libido into overdrive. [blushes
again and mutters under her breath] Goddamn, capillaries.
Katya: [tries not to show amusement] Moving on… What is your
most prized possession?
Chloe: Is it bad if I call Jorge my possession? It’s not
like I’m objectifying him or anything, but he’s the best thing in my life.
Excerpt:
“I’m not going to hurt you.” His whisper tickles my ear, his breath
warm against my neck.
The voice sounds familiar, but I can’t place it. I shiver.
“But you aren’t safe here. There are cameras around the house.”
My mind whirls, trying to figure out what to do. My body is
still frozen with panic.
His hold on me tightens. “I am going to back us out of here, and
then we can talk.” He starts to pull me farther into the shadows behind the
barn, and something clicks in my brain. I go limp to make it harder for him to
carry me. The man doesn’t even lose a beat taking on more weight. He chuckles
softly.
That just makes me mad and I start thrashing my newly
unencumbered legs, trying my best to get his shin or twist my foot up higher to
his groin, but he quickly grabs my legs with one arm, negating my struggle.
He’s now got me almost sideways across his body to keep one hand over my mouth
and the other clamped around my thighs like a vise, but I keep writhing—or at
least trying to writhe. I kick back from my knees, but my heels just connect
with air. Too bad I’m not insanely flexible. To my still panicking mind, it
just seems silly to stop at this point, though.
“I’m trying to help you. If you insist on this thrashing I will
be forced to immobilize you further so the noise doesn’t alert anyone.”
I wonder how he would do that and imagine this man’s bulk
holding me down on the ground. It’s not a wholly unwelcome thought, which is
all kinds of fucked up. My hormones seriously need a good talking to. I
redouble my writhing, part of me wanting to know if and how he’ll carry out his
threat. The rational part of me rolls her eyes.
I wiggle my upper leg free enough that I get a pretty good whap
against the outside of his hip, and I hear a soft whumpf of pain from him.
“That’s it.” He drops me to the ground on my back and then
repositions himself over me, recovering my mouth with one hand while trapping
my legs with his before I can even think about screaming.
When I recover from the shock, I’m in for a new one. My eyes
widen as I make contact with emerald green eyes that are startlingly familiar.
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Author Bio:
I like books that
are funny and fun to read (and hot!) but also make me think or look at the
world in a new way. I am influenced by magic realism, comparative mythology, and
esoteric spiritual practices from around the world.
I spent too many
years chasing someone else’s definition of success. My life simplified, I
returned to my first love of writing.
These days you’ll
find me writing, pet sitting, juggling a number of freelance gigs, and reigning
as my home’s domestic goddess. I live in the Midwestern U.S. with my husband,
dog and cats. Alas, I have, as of yet, been unable to teach my husband how to
purr.
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