After all the decadence and chocolate overflow of the past weekend, it’s very nearly a salmon and salad day… but then we’d end up wasting the last of the chocolate cream pie and that would be a sin. However, a delicious and totally healthy treat for you all is Feral Escape: Catnips and Cauldrons Book 3 by Autumn Jones Lake.
Autumn was born and raised in Upstate, New York. In addition to writing, she runs her own business from home. A big fan of horror movies and spooky books, it wasn’t until recently she realized all the tales she writes need to include a hunky hero and a happily ever after.
When she’s not writing, she spends time listening to music, going to concerts, reading, gardening, acting and collecting nail polish. While those things are fun, she’s happiest sitting in front of her computer into the wee hours of the night, weaving stories the characters in her head whisper to her.
She lives with her husband and their three rescue dogs in Upstate New York, where she is actively involved with several dog rescue groups and her local RWA chapter.
Hi Autumn and let me say that it’s wonderful to have you here with us today. Domino and I do a lot of work with animal rescue groups too, so we had a grand fight over who would get to chat to you today!
Hi Dominic, that’s really funny. I’m pleased to be here though.
I’m glad to hear it, so let’s start with an easy one… What’s your favorite thing about writing?
Telling my characters’ stories. I’ve got a lot of voices in my head!
Only an author would say that with a straight face… and in this environment it’s actually a bonus! This one is a bit harder. Can you tell us what your favourite book is?
oo many to pick just one!
Fair enough. I’d have trouble with that one too! What do you do when you reach an impasse and need to do something besides write? How do you clear your head?
I love to listen to music or take the dogs for a walk. Great ways to clear my head every time.
Music is one of my favourite mind-wipes. If that’s how you clear your head, how would you unwind at the end of a busy week?
That’s an easy one… happy hour with friends!
Love it! Plain and simple – your favorite hero and why?
An intelligent alpha hero who isn’t afraid of a strong female.
Hmm… Are you ready for the lightning round?
Changes every day. Today it’s Can You Feel My Heart by Bring Me the Horizon.
Of Mice & Men, Five Finger Death Punch
Genre of fiction?
The Hunger Games
Water with lime
I just got done gorging myself on five seasons of Sons of Anarchy, so I’m going to say that.
Ok… she mentioned chocolate, but other than that… this has been a candy free day and yet still super delicious!! Now… go order yourself a copy by clicking on the cover above or visiting our website www.breathlesspress.com
Huddled in the corner of her tiny stone cell, Molly Goldfoot stared into the darkness. Were it not for the small crack between the rocks, she would have no idea if it was night or day. She wrapped her arms around her knees, pulling them tight to her chest. A shiver rippled through her body. She’d lost track of how long she’d been held captive. In the beginning, someone had brought food and water each day, but that had stopped.
She closed her eyes and visualized her friends, Martha, Kipp, Deacon, Oscar, and her new friend, Onyx. Were they searching for her? Why couldn’t Onyx’s wizard boyfriend conjure up some magic to find her? Maybe it wouldn’t matter. Wherever they had imprisoned her must be magically spelled. No matter how many times she tried, she could not shift into her cat form.
Ivan. The last person she’d been with before she’d been so rudely grabbed and shoved into the back of a dirty, smelly old van. Would Ivan search for her? He was older than her. Sexy. Dangerous. She wanted him bad. Why had she been so damn stupid and refused his offer to walk her home?
Cause she hadn’t wanted the others to know she went to meet him on the sly. For the millionth time, she wanted to kick herself. She and Oscar were friends. Sure, they’d kissed a little, but it wasn’t serious. There shouldn’t have been a problem with Ivan walking her home.
Molly shook her head, and a sad chuckle trickled past her lips. This was her punishment for her trampy behavior. She altered her position on the hard stone floor, wriggling her left foot which had fallen asleep. At some point she’d lost both her sneakers, so only thin, dirty socks protected her feet. Her butt hurt. This captivity thing became old quick.
Had her family orchestrated this? As she did every day, several times a day, she stood up and shuffled the few steps to the front of her prison.