What inspired me to write Trouble Comes in Threes?
Well, several things lol. That’s clear, isn’t it? *Grin* Trouble first started as a flash last New Year’s Eve. What I wanted for this story was a disgruntled guy sitting at home for the holiday. He was supposed to be this crotchety old man with a sharp tongue and bad attitude.
What I got was Kirk, lol, and something much longer than a flash. He’s forty, which isn’t old by any means, but lately life has been rough on him. Last Christmas his partner left, claiming Kirk didn’t spend enough time with him. Well, duh! What did the guy expect? Kirk had started his own mechanic’s business from his home, and was spending every spare second trying to make it work. At least, that’s what Kirk informed me. Then every appliance decided to break, all at the same time.
So, there’s my character, griping at me, and wanting to know what else I planned to throw at him because, you know, trouble comes in threes. So what else was going to kick him in the balls? *Snort* Ask and ye shall receive. Suddenly I had the title, and a twist I wasn’t expecting: cats. But not just any kind of cats.
Now, I write a lot of paranormal and scifi and read just as much. While I have absolutely nothing against wolves and other big, cool, shifters… I’d noticed there wasn’t that much out there about smaller, regular shifters. Don’t they deserve love too?
This is where I mention I love cats. *Grin*
Well, that led to the creation of Dolf and Tal, lol. Now I had a sharp-tongued human and two house cat shifters nattering in my ear about their relationship. Can you say threesome, lol? But Kirk let me know right quick he wasn’t going to be the ‘third’ in a relationship. No siree! I found out he was right. Kirk brings a balance to their relationship that was lacking before.
If that wasn’t enough, Kirk finds out that not only do paranormals exist, but the clowder Dolf and Tal are from isn’t exactly fond of humans. And, um, Kirk is human. Let the fun begin, lol! On top of that, someone really, really isn’t happy that Dolf and Tal mated Kirk… unhappy enough to do something about it.
M.A. Church is a true Southern belle who spent many years in the elementary education sector. Now she spends her days lost in fantasy worlds, arguing with hardheaded aliens on far-off planets, herding her numerous shifters, or trying to tempt her country boys away from their fishing poles. It’s a full time job, but hey, someone’s gotta do it!
When not writing, she’s exploring the latest M/M novel to hit the market, watching her beloved Steelers, or sitting glued to HGTV. That’s if she’s not on the back porch tending to the demanding wildlife around the pond in the backyard. The ducks are very outspoken. She’s married to her high school sweetheart, and they have two children.
She was a finalist in the Rainbow awards for 2013.
Drop by her blog at http://machurch00.blogspot.com/
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond
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.
Categories: Contemporary, Fiction, Gay Fiction, Menage/Poly, Paranormal, Romance
Dolf picked out the saw he wanted, then followed Tal to another aisle. His mate pointed out the different kinds, but Tal’s words had rapidly faded into a meaningless buzz. There, on the air currents in the store, was the sweetest scent. It was light and flowery, reminding him of honeysuckle. He breathed deeply, taking the scent into himself. His cock hardened immediately and his head spun. A yowl threatened to escape.
That scent… that scent was seductive and alluring. It spoke to him, whispering things that made him need. His cat paced frantically in his mind, tail slashing madly. The need to pounce, to sink his canines in and drink that sweet, life-giving blood of his…. His gums tingled and saliva flooded his mouth.
He swallowed, then swallowed again as his head pounded, his heart rate spiking as one thought screamed through his mind: Mate! Another mate! Where was that scent coming from? Or who? And by the goddess, why? He already had a mate. What was their goddess thinking, giving him another? But he couldn’t ignore the reaction. It had been the same when he met Tal.
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