10/31/2012 Share

Guest Post: Unleashing the Cat by Mya

Is everyone having a wonderful Halloween? I certainly hope so as I celebrate this holiday which has grown to mean so much to me. History aside, I have always felt drawn to the supernatural, even as a child. To have a day of costumes, of imagination and of harvest means the world to me. All year around I might have been considered morally suspect for my love of werewolves and gargoyles and vampires, but on the day of Halloween, everyone was like me! So, before I even get started let me thank Iris profusely for hosting me upon this day!

The werewolf had always been my favorite supernatural beastie. I loved the power and the feral qualities that they embodied, and wrote about them frequently. I read all of the lore I could get my hands on and watched every film as well. It wasn’t until I became a cat mom that I actually started to think of cat shifters. Lions, tigers, panthers and yes Sabertooths would be perfect beasts to embody the kind of characters I write.

At the time that I began think of werecats, I will admit that the greatest inspirations I could find were lounging upon my bed. I found very little materials to draw from outside of Egyptian myths so when I sat down to write “Thief of His Heart,” I watched my little ones closely. I put myself in their place, used their mannerisms and took inspiration from their fascinations. I suppose to a certain extent, writers need to understand the creatures that they write about, no matter what kind of animal their characters shift into but I got carried away. I started to imagine what foods they would like, how they would lounge about, and the kind of drinks they would like and even how they would use catnip. I decided that yes, in the case of reincarnation, I would definitely want to return as a cat, not because I don’t like dogs. I do. But I love naps and heights so…

All in all, I love all shifters for the same reason that I love Halloween, in stories of shifters, I find the human in superhuman, the normal in paranormal and myself transformed. In shifter tales, the mystic is so tightly interwoven with the homo sapiens that they can exist as one…even if it’s not a holiday.


Thief of His Heart by Mya

Genre: M/M; Paranormal; Shapeshifter
Length: Novel (87,612 words)
ISBN: 978-0-9833747-7-0

BLURB: In “Thief of His Heart” Seth Burgess is a werecat and a thief, always up for a challenge. Like many of his Felia brethren he ignores the rich heritage of his kind and embraces the fast, progressive world of humans. When approached with the task of stealing a priceless treasure from his own kind, he thinks nothing of the repercussions. Stealing into a cavern with notions of wealth and excitement on his mind, the last thing Seth expects to encounter is Crnswar, the Lord of the Basti, feral werecats who embrace the old ways. Captured and nearly killed, Seth’s punishment is to leave the fast-paced world behind and to serve his rural brethren and their Lord. 
On his first night of servitude, he has a dream unlike any other. He dreams vividly of the Basti Lord and submitting to the regal werecat. As days pass, Seth starts to realize that there’s more to his destiny than just wealth, prestige and power. He also discovers that he may have stolen the most valuable thing he’s ever known…The heart of the Basti Lord
You can buyThief of His Heart by Mya here
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Excerpt

Crnswar placed a large hand, each finger tipped in razor-sharp talons, upon Seth’s chest. “So afraid,” he said. “Your heart is ready to leap from your chest, but you must like that. You have to. Is it like this when you steal? When you’ve infiltrated someone’s defenses, broken their feelings of security and made away with your prize? Is this how it feels? Is this what you like?”

The Basti lord had to have the darkest eyes that Seth had ever seen. Black, unforgiving, abysmal. They didn’t show the slightest bit of sympathy. They filled him with fear, those eyes, fear and something else. Humility.

Crnswar moved his hand from Seth’s chest and put his deadly claws against Seth’s throat. “Is this what you were looking for?”

The tip of Crnswar’s nails pressed against his flesh, and Seth didn’t dare move. His body reacted to the danger, still upon the surface and wildly excited beneath. It had to be wrong, to be so excited by such a threatening situation. Yet he could feel his arousal stirring. “No. Not this. Not like this,” he stammered.

Crnswar looked at him through narrowed eyes. “But isn’t it a rush? The kind that makes your heart jerk within your chest?”

It was. Trapped by those onyx eyes, Seth felt vulnerable to the beast before him. And damned if he wasn’t hard as hell. His cock pressed adamantly against the fabric of his pants, and the feel of the cat lord’s nails moving over his carotid made him all the more aware of his racing pulse.

“How much can you take?” Crnswar asked, leaning forward. “I think a great deal. I think that you are stronger than you know. You could stand for something, believe in something, be something, if only you knew what you wanted to become.”

Seth knew little more than the shape of Crnswar’s mouth, the smooth, full lips, parted, succulent.

“I doubt you know what you want, to be or otherwise. Am I wrong?”

He didn’t have time to think, to ponder the question, because just then Crnswar gave him something that he realized he did want.

Covering Seth’s lips with his own, the Basti lord claimed him. He possessed Seth’s mouth with a kiss that demanded submission, grasping the back of Seth’s closely shorn scalp and holding him in place for the assault.

Seth couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even move. Crnswar had him by the waist, brought him flush against hard muscle. He could feel the iron-like hardness of the male’s cock prodding his stomach, smell nothing more than the heady, strong musk of the beast. There was little room for breathing, none for participation, and not even his tongue could evade being sucked between Crnswar’s lips.

Crnswar took him as if he were a feast to be gorged upon, and he did not back down, not even after fangs drew blood and flavored both of their mouths.

It was unlike any rush he had ever had, supernatural or no. Hell, Seth doubted that stealing the accursed Hope Diamond itself would have garnered such excitement as what ran lava-like in his veins. He was light-headed and liquid limbed, but he did not, could not fight the wanting for more.

As far as his hands could dare, Seth gripped the cat lord’s waist and thought of never breathing again. If only he could have Crnswar’s tongue bathing with his in the pool of their saliva, hot and alive, then little else mattered.

Just as the pressure threatened to build too high, dangerously high, Crnswar released him.

Panting like a bellows fueling a forge, Seth noticed his own blood coloring Crnswar’s lips in a smear of crimson. He felt as if he had been fed on, as if some piece of him had been taken. Surely, if Crnswar hadn’t been holding him still, Seth would have fallen to the ground weak with passion-numbed limbs. “Damn…” he breathed.

Crnswar stuck his tongue out, cleansed his lips first and then his fangs of all the ruby traces. “Yes. You are damned. Are you afraid?”

Speech was a hard thing to accomplish when looking into black eyes that glistened like everything dark and dangerous. It was practically impossible when looking at lips that were savoring ones taste and seeming all the hungrier for it.

Iris

Iris

My name is Iris. I am a mom (2 kiddies) and Art Director and I love to read books with a Happy Ever After. I launched Paranormal Cravings in 2010. But I first began reviewing books years ago on my old .blogger website. My bookshelf links to my Goodreads account, where you can check out over 900 of my book reviews. Besides being a book reviewer am I also an Art Director with over 17 years of experience in Design, Social Media Design, Internet Design, Social Media Marketing, Book Tours and other Online Book Promotions. On this website we offer related features, reviews, giveaways, interviews, guest posts and so much more. With PC BOOK TOURS we help authors promote their books online on all media. This fantastic service gives authors the exposure they deserve and offers bloggers more readers for their blogs.

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