Wednesday, May 30, 2018

MidWeekTease - 30 May 2018 - And The Cat Came Back

30 May 2018:

Thanks as always to Angelica Dawson for hosting the MidWeekTease - It’s a great way to learn about other authors and their work.

My apologies for being so late posting this week. And yes, you’re right, I got busy with something else and completely forgot.

This week I have another excerpt from And The Cat Came Back, a contemporary gay romance. This story stars Foofuss, a very manipulative, matchmaking cat who’ll stop at nothing to fix what he’s decided needs fixing. This week Seth meets Foo’s owner.

And The Cat Came Back
By Christiane France


Home renovator Seth Lawley is ready to settle down if the right man comes along, but he’s cautious. He believes he who hesitates saves himself a whole lot of heartbreak.

Grant Kenyon, on the other hand, is ready to take a chance. He figures anyone who hesitates when it comes to grabbing what he wants from life risks losing out.

Foofuss, Grant’s bossy, matchmaking Persian cat, has decided his master needs company and Seth is it...that’s if he can figure out the perfect plan to bring the two of them together.
Ben gave me another nudge. “So…what do you think?”
“About what?”
“Opening up the main floor by taking out the wall between the kitchen and the dining room. The current trend is toward open-plan concepts and less formality, and this kitchen is so outdated we have to rip it out anyway. If we put in more counters and add a central island, it’ll give the house a more modern feel. There will also be lots of room for family and guests to interact while the meal is being prepared. Sound good?”
I wrenched my thoughts away from faraway places and dark, handsome strangers and tried to imagine the reality of what Ben was proposing. “Sounds great. And if we replace the dining room window with French doors and put in a patio where they can install a barbeque if they want, it’ll be close to perfect. Yeah, I love the idea.”
I jumped as a male voice called from outside the house.
“Foo, where are you? You need to come home, young man. It’s your dinnertime. I have your favorite, salmon. We have treats, too. Okay, Mr. Foofuss? Where in heck are you?”
The cat pricked up his ears, gobbled the last bits of kibble in the dish and bolted for the open front door.
I dashed after him, arriving in time to see what I figured was the animal’s owner scooping him up. The early morning sun peeking through the clouds behind the man hid his features and gave him an ethereal quality. For a split second, it was if one of the sea captains from my dreams had come to life…tall, thin, deeply tanned, with sinewy whipcord muscles he’d earned sailing his ship through a vicious winter storm that ripped across the lake, threatening to destroy everything in its path. Or maybe it was a summer storm. The wind had dropped and he’d been stranded out there on the water for weeks, hence the great tan—
“Hah, there you are, you little devil. I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he chastised, giving the cat a kiss on the head and bringing me back from dreamland.
“He’s your cat?” I inquired, feeling a tiny twinge of disappointment.
“Yup. He sure is.” The man smiled. “I hope he wasn’t making a nuisance of himself.”
“No, he was fine.” The cat licked his chops and gave me a smug look. “I saw him on the steps when I drove past yesterday. He looked so sad, as if he was waiting for someone. He was still here this morning when we arrived, so I figured…”
Warm brown eyes captured my gaze, and I felt that unmistakable “click” of sexual awareness pass between us. “That he was lost and starving? That perhaps the former owners had left him behind?”
My chest felt tight, like I was short of breath, but I forced a laugh. “Something along those lines.”
“And I suppose this morning you brought him food?”
A guilty flush traveled up my neck. “He looked hungry.”
“Yeah, well, Foo’s quite the actor when it suits him. He’s also very curious and a world-class manipulator.”
“He’s cute, though.”
The man chuckled. “He’s all that and more. Nothing happens around here without him checking it out. He’s been lucky so far, but you know what they say about cats and curiosity.”
“Maybe you should try to convince him to stay home.”
Foo treated me to one his “butt out” stares, then peered up at his master with a pitiful please-don’t-do-that-to-me look on his face that should have earned him an Oscar.

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  1. Oh, Foo. You're going to have both of them wrapped around your paw, aren't you? Great tease, Christiane!

  2. Thanks, Nicola. Foo is definitely a man on a mission.

  3. What a cat. LOL. Great teaser.