Showing posts with label romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label romance. Show all posts

Monday, July 7, 2014

Author Cat Lavoie And A Cat Named Abbie


Abbie the cat and a girl named Cat
 
 
 
Thank you so much for having me on your lovely blog, Barbara! Since Abbie isn't a fan of other cats, she's particularly happy to be featured on a dog blog.   

I have been a cat (and dog!) person my entire life, but I've been a crazy cat lady since July 5, 2002. That's the day I walked into a rescue shelter looking to adopt a cat. If it had been possible, I would have adopted every single cat there... and then crossed over to the dog section and adopted all of them as well. Pets were an important part of my childhood and, when I moved out on my own to go to University, I yearned to have a cat. But I lived in a tiny one bedroom apartment where I barely had space to move. It didn't seem fair to bring a pet into that space. When I finished school and moved into a bigger apartment with large windows and actual rooms to move around in, I knew the time was right.  

And then I met Abbie. While all the other cats were trying to get my attention, she just sat quietly in her cage—a scrawny, thin gray kitty with a defiant attitude. "Pick me. Don't pick me. I don't care," she seemed to be saying. I knew we were meant to be. When I told the rescue shelter worker that I wanted to adopt her, she asked "are you sure you want that cat?" Yup. And I was even more sure when I took her in my arms and she nuzzled her little face in my shoulder. The only information they had on her was that she'd been picked up from an alley the day before and, by the state of her teeth, they estimated she was about five years old. I had no idea where she came from or if she belonged to anyone. After a few minutes spent together, I knew that she was mine now.  

I named her Abbie for Westminster Abbey and the gray London sky I love so much. Things were a bit rocky at first--Abbie had a health scare a few weeks after I adopted her. And then a few months later she had an asthma attack and I was afraid I was going to lose her again. She had behavioral issues as well, which I blame on her possibly shady past. She wasn't always the nice, cuddly kitty she is now. There was a time where she would either keep me up at night with constant meowing or wouldn't let me sleep past four in the morning. I call her "tempestuous" now because she's still a bit of a rebel and can't resist knocking things (almost always breakable) off tables or waking me up after deciding I've had enough sleep.  

Abbie is the perfect writer's cat—even though she occasionally likes to sit on my notes or my laptop. In my second novel, ZOEY & THE MOMENT OF ZEN, the main character has a cat but Mocha isn't based on Abbie. I still haven't been able to write a fictional version of this little creature with the big personality who's been in my life for the past twelve years. I hope to be able to do that one day and, if this future book cat is anything like Abbie, it's going to be affectionate, adorable and just a little bit crazy.
 
Abbie


About the Author:



Author Cat Lavoie
 
 
Cat Lavoie was born in the small town of Jonquière in Québec, Canada. At the age of nineteen, she packed up her things (mostly books) and moved to the big city of Montreal where she currently lives with her tempestuous cat Abbie–who is both adorable and quite possibly evil.

An incurable Anglophile since her university days where she studied English Literature, she can often be found daydreaming about her next trip to London. Since she’s an expert at the art of procrastination, Cat is easily distracted by cooking and home improvement shows–even though she’s not particularly good at either.

Cat grew up watching soap operas and legal dramas and–had she not decided to be a claims analyst by day and write chick lit by night–she would have probably become a designer suit-wearing lawyer. Or a character on All My Children (which is what she really wanted to be when she was twelve).

Cat is not sure whether she’s a geek or a nerd–and is afraid she might be both. She is the author of BREAKING THE RULES and ZOEY & THE MOMENT OF ZEN and is currently working on her third novel. Visit her website to read more.
 
About The Book:
 
 
Available on Amazon and Kindle
 
When coffee shop owner Zoey Everwood takes her obsession with ex-boyfriend Braden too far, everyone—except Zoey—is convinced a bit of fun in the sun at the Moment of Zen Wellness Resort will help her get over him once and for all.
But Zoey's relaxing vacation turns out to be anything but peaceful when she meets Shane Lawson, a resort guest who bears a striking resemblance to Braden. And things get even more complicated when the resort's owner starts spilling secrets about Zoey’s aunt Nessa, the woman who raised her. Add a snarky Wellness Coordinator and Nate Holmes—Shane's grumpy friend—to the mix, and you've got the recipe for a perfect tropical storm.
When Zoey comes back home with a new husband instead of tacky souvenirs, she must convince everyone she hasn't completely lost her mind. As Zoey and Shane struggle to keep the magic alive outside the resort, Zoey discovers that she isn't the only one having trouble letting go of the past. And when Nate drops a bombshell that changes everything, Zoey must decide if the old saying is true—what happens at the Moment of Zen stays at the Moment of Zen.
 
 
 



 
 
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Abbie
 
 
 
 

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Author Constance Walker and Jake's Story

 
Standing next to me in line waiting to board the flight home the man behind me eyes the blue heart identification tag on my luggage: “I LOVE DOGS.” 
“So, what kind of dog do you have?” 
 I smile and think this man has no idea what is about to come:  I flip open my cell phone and begin scrolling through the hundred or so photos. “He’s a hound/shepherd.  He’s a shelter dog.  We fell in love with him as soon as we saw him on the internet and the next day we drove two and half hours to get him and it was love at first sight.  His name is Jake.  Isn’t he gorgeous?”  I show him a photo.

The man looks and nods politely.  “He is cute.”
“He’s more than cute – he’s perfect.  This is what he looked like when we first brought him home.  Isn’t this a break your heart photo?  He sat on the backseat of the car and we swore he was saying, ‘I’m going home. I’m going home.”    
 
“He’s charming and gentle and the best dog in the world.”  I pull up another photo. “This is Jake the first time he saw snow.  He gave me a kiss.”
 
I flip through the photos.  Jake with a toy:

 
“Here’s one of Jake watching the Westminster Dog Show.  I keep telling him he’s more beautiful and smarter and nicer than the competitors.” 

 
The man hands me back my phone. 
“Do you have a dog?” I ask.
“No.”
“Go to the shelter,” I practically command, “and get a friend for life.  For real.  You’ll never live without a dog again. ”
 I pull up more photos… Jake on the bed… Jake taking me for a walk in the morning… Jake in my office…     Jake with my son and daughter-in-law. Jake in the fall blending with the leaves.
 

I tell him about how Jake, “Lucky Jake”, my friend calls him, plays with the deer in the back woods because he thinks they’re just other dogs.  (I check him for ticks when he comes in.)  And how he just watches the birds and the squirrels and sometimes plays his “I’m a hunter” stalking game – standing stiff, raising one leg and pointing, and then running and chasing them up the tree. 
 “Let me see Jake,” a woman down the line says.  I pass her the phone with the photos pulled up and she looks and passes it to the 30 or more people waiting to board with me. 
“He’s darling.  He’s so cute.  Look at his eyes.”  Everyone comments about my wonderful Jake.  And I nod because they agree with me.
I see other passengers fiddle with their phones and wallets.  “Here, this is my dog.”   Their photos are passed to each other.  Every dog is admired although I know my Jake is the best.   
Later, after we land, we dog-lovers, no longer strangers, shake hands and say goodbye and wish each other and our pets well.
An hour later I pull into my garage and I can hear Jake barking his greeting to me and I yell, “I’m home, Puppy (although he’s ten years old now, he is forever a puppy to me!) I’m home."
I open the door and he’s sitting there, waiting patiently for me and the treat I take from the bowl on the mantle.  And then I hug him and hold him and yes, kiss him, and he’s already forgiven me for having left him for a weekend. “I’m home, Jakeroo.. I’m home.”
 
And then he falls asleep and all is well… all is well.



 
 About Constance Walker:

Constance Walker

Constance Walker has had an extensive career that includes journalism, public relations, producing and directing documentary videos, and writing magazine articles. She hosted a writer’s group on AOL for thirteen years, and then finally pursued her dream of writing.

After having five novels published the traditional way, she decided to publish her own books. In 2013 she established Winter's Eve Books and re-issued WARM WINTER LOVE in both paperback and eBook form.


In addition to WARM WINTER LOVE, Constance will be reissuing:

WHEN THE HEART REMEMBERS,
ONE PERFECT SPRINGTIME,
LOST ROSES OF GANYMEDE HOUSE,
THE SHIMMERING STONES OF GLENDOWER HALL

Her newest novel, IN TIME, a time-travel paranormal romance spanning 1941 to present day, was released June, 2014.  

She lives in Maryland with her dog, Jake.
 
 
About IN TIME:
 
 
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Released June 17, 2014
 
It never occurred to Allie Winters that there was something different about Evermore—the small town that she was forced to spend five days in because her car had to be fixed. Yes, it was quaint and yes, it seemed maddeningly out of step with the current times, but it was nevertheless like all those other “remember when” towns she had visited—people in different era clothing, out-of-date music playing on the radio, roads that were only semi-standard and no modern conveniences to be seen or heard. In other words, just another tourist trap.

But was it? The clues were always there for Allie but in the beginning she misreads them and thinks she has come upon yet another “restored” town that Americans like to visit during summer vacations. When she finally understands that by some strange trick of fate she has actually entered a time warp – it’s only August, 1941, in Evermore – it’s too late for her to just leave for she has already fallen in love with the editor of the town’s weekly newspaper. Noah Wilson, in the course of only a few days, has won her heart in a thousand small ways – from his low-key acceptance of life to his extraordinarily old-fashioned ways of loving her.

IN TIME is a love story of two people who, through some “window in time” are able to meet, get to know each other, fall in love and then understand that that love—though they don’t know how—will be bound forever and ever throughout eternity.
 
 
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