Sneaky Interviews CeeBee from Flower Power Fatality, the first Psychedelic Spy Mystery by Sally Carpenter

Sneaky here with another pawsome interview of a pet character. Today, it’s my pleasure to cat chat with a cozy mystery cat whose current book, Flower Power Fatality, is on tour with Escape with Dollycas Into a Good Book.

Meow there. What is your name and your author’s name?

I’m a black neutered cat named Ceebee (short for cat burglar) and my author is Sally Carpenter

Mice to meet you, Ceebee. What book(s) have you appeared in? Please list them and their genre.

I’m the real star, not the humans, of “Flower Power Fatality,” a humorous retro-cozy series.

Wow, Meow. I love cozies. They’re my favorite genre, but I have no idea what a retro-cozy is, so I can’t wait for you to explain. Please tell us more.

“FPF” is the first book in the Psychedelic Spy series set in 1967 in Yuletide, Indiana, a small rural town in Southern Indiana.

Sounds purrfect. I love a new series. My first book was A Stone’s Throw, and my author is editing #4 right now. Your series sounds like a winner to me.

Are you based on a real animal such as your author’s? If so, please give further details.

Felix
Boots

 My author has waited on several black cats over the years. Their names are Pretty Kitty, Snuggles, Felix, Gabby, Outdoor Kitty and Boots, the only one still on her first life. Some of the things I do are based on the other cats.

Debbie has had many cats, too. I’m based on her Oliver, a Siamese she dearly loved who went to Rainbow Bridge this past November.

Can you share an excerpt from one of your books that features you in an important scene? If so, please include it.

My two most important scenes are spoilers, so I’ll talk about meeting Mommy when she comes home from work.

Noelle turned onto to a two-lane country road, expertly dodging the potholes. . .  She pulled onto the gravel driveway that wound past the main house and went deep into the wooded acreage. . . .

At the sound of her car engine, a fat black cat ran from the woods. Noelle slammed on the brakes to avoid hitting the animal as it stopped smack in front of the car. Exasperated, she rolled down the window and poked out her head.

“Ceebee! Will you move! I have to park!”

The cat stared, the headlights reflecting in its yellow eyes.

“Don’t make me come out there and get you!”

They’d played this game many times before. Noelle threw the stick shift into park, stepped out of the car and pushed up the garage door. Then she picked up the cat and deposited him on the passenger seat. Ceebee clawed the car seat. Noelle parked the Bug inside the garage as the rain blew in. With purse and cat in hand, she pulled down the garage door and hurried along the concrete walkway to the front door, ducking her head to keep the rain out of her face. She had the foresight earlier in the day to leave on the porch light so she could see the way after dark. Ceebee jumped from her arms and pressed against the screen door so she couldn’t open it. Noelle yanked the door open hard enough to push Ceebee aside, then held the screen door open with her hip so she could unlock the front door. Ceebee rubbed on her legs and fussed.

“All right, I can’t feed you until I get inside, okay?”

Once the door was open, the feline raced inside and left watery paw prints across the linoleum floor. The actress shut the door and snapped on the ceiling light as Ceebee yowled.

“Will you hush! Can I at least get my raincoat off?”

More meowing from Ceebee. He pawed at her legs.

“Don’t get your muddy paws on my boots!” She dropped her purse on the coffee table in the living room. “All right, I’ll feed your bottomless pit. Honestly, if you’re so hungry, go catch a mouse.”

Noelle headed for the kitchenette with the cat on her heels. She opened a wall cabinet and removed a frosted white Tupperware container full of dry cat chow. She filled a ceramic cat bowl with chow as Ceebee bounced around her ankles. After she set the bowl on the floor, Ceebee dug in. Noelle leaned over to pet him.

“Yeww! You’re soaking wet! Couldn’t you go inside your cathouse and stay dry? Silly poo!”

Her dad had built a little wooden house outside where Ceebee could escape the cold Hoosier winters, but during rainstorms the cat preferred to sit under a tree. Noelle pulled some paper towels off the wooden towel rack and wiped Ceebee. The cat purred as he inhaled the food.

“How’s my little cat burglar, huh? Did you have fun running around outside?” She had named him Ceebee because of his tendency to snatch anything that wasn’t nailed down. . . .

Noelle finished off the hot cocoa and tossed the mail onto the growing stack of newspapers, magazines and envelopes atop the coffee table. She scooped Ceebee off the sofa.

“Time for your lesson.”

She fetched a bag of cat treats from the kitchenette and squatted on the floor. Ceebee sat facing her. Holding a treat in her left hand, Noelle held out her right hand. “Shake.” The cat raised his right paw level with her hand. Noelle shook the paw and held out the treat, which he gulped down. Noelle repeated the command and Ceebee obeyed each time.

“Good boy! I’ll take you to Hollywood with me and we can be in movies together. I’ll be a big animal trainer along with Frank Inn. You can do tricks for the camera and we’ll be famous. What do you say to that?”

Ceebee raised a back leg and licked his butt.

Pawsome  (and funny) excerpt.

What do you like most about your role in your authors’ books?

I don’t appear as much as I should in this book, but two of the things are I do are critical to the story. I get Mommy involved in the mystery, and I help her catch the villain. My author has promised me a bigger part and more treats in the next book.

Make sure she keeps her word. I had to keep nudging Debbie to get more scenes, and I even purr-suaded her to get my photo on her cover and this blog.

Are you a talking cat in your books or just a silent one like I am who just meows occasionally?

I don’t talk but I’m very vocal. When I’m hungry, I fuss. When I’m happy, I purr like a train. When Mommy takes me to the vet, I yowl. When Mommy won’t give me what I want, like more food, I have a pitiful mew.

Way to go, CeeBee.

What advice would you give other cat characters?

Be an indoor-outdoor cat. I live in the country near a lot of trees, so I go prowling and hunting every day. Sometimes I catch “presents” for Mommy. She stores them in her trashcan so she can eat them later, I guess. I run around in my domain, or I just curl up under a tree and sleep. Sometimes I come back with ticks and burrs in my fur, but Mommy picks them out. She’s a good Mommy.

I’m mostly indoors in our Cobble Cove books. I live in the library. I got out once in Written in Stone, but I turned up safe and led my humans to an important clue.

Do you have any new books coming out? Please give dates and details.

My author feels she has get her first book, “The Baffled Beatlemaniac Caper,” back in print this fall before she starts writing the next book about me. She has warped priorities. Nothing is more important than writing about cats. She has promised that in the next book I’ll do spy stuff along with my book Mommy.

Well, Debbie likes to alternate her series with standalone mysteries or romances. Even though they all have at least one cat in them, they’re not me. She also just reprinted Cloudy Rainbow, her very first romance novel. But I got her back on track and editing our 4th mystery now.

Are you and/or your author on social media? If so, please list your links.

My author’s email is scwriter@earthlink.net. Her webpage is http://sandyfairfaxauthor.com. She’s on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/sally.carpenter.54

Wonderful. I will make sure to let our readers know, so they can follow her and you. Best whiskers to your both on your new series and upcoming spy adventures. For those following your tour who want to enter the rafflecopter, here’s the link.

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Sneaky Interviews Charles from The Spook in the Stacks by Eva Gates

Sneaky here with another pawsome interview of a pet character. Today, it’s my pleasure to be cat chatting with a cozy mystery cat whose current book is on tour with Escape with Dollycas Into a Good Book.

Meow there. What is your name and your author’s name?

I’m Charles, named after Mr. Charles Dickens, a great man of letters because I am a great cat of letters, and I live at the Bodie Island Lighthouse Library. My author is Eva Gates.

Wow, Meow. So mice to meet you. I love libraries. I live in one, too. I’m the library cat in the Cobble Cove Library in upstate New York. Also, my author is a real-life librarian.

What book(s) have you appeared in? Please list them and their genre.

I made my literary debut in By Book or By Crook. Followed by Booked for Trouble, Reading UP A Storm, and now The Spook in the Stacks.

Concatulations! I have three books, but a fourth is in the works.

Please give more details about your books and if they are part of a series.

I star in the Lighthouse Library series. My picture appears prominently on every cover.

You lucky dog. I mean cat. I only had my picture on our latest book, Written in Stone. By the way, it looks like you’re a Siamese, like me. Are you based on a real animal such as your author’s? If so, please give further details.

My author is (horrors) more of a dog person. But she gets on okay with her daughters’ cats.

Dog people are okay. I’m glad your author’s daughter likes cats, though.

Can you share an excerpt from one of your books that features you in an important scene? If so, please include it.

Charles leapt onto the desk. He gave a soft meow and stretched out a paw toward Julia. She wiped her eyes and scooped him up. She held him close, and he comforted her.

I felt myself smiling. If Charles believed in Julia, then I would too. “Your parents were both musicians. Do you play?”

Purrfect. What do you like most about your role in your authors’ books?

I find that people can be so dumb sometimes. It’s up to me to point out to Lucy who can be trusted and who can not. Unfortunately, she can’t understand anything I say, as she doesn’t speak feline, so she often goes ahead and makes mistakes. I try to correct those mistakes, if I can.

I couldn’t agree more. I do the same with Alicia. Sometimes my dog co-star Fido lends a paw, too.

Are you a talking cat in your books or just a silent one like I am who just meows occasionally?

I don’t talk, but I try to express myself through actions and plaintive meows.

Love those plaintive meows. It gets them every time.

What advice would you give other cat characters?

Don’t be too hard on your humans. They do their best.

So true.

Do you have any new books coming out? Please give dates and details.

The Spook in the Stacks was released on June 12 from Crooked Lane books.  The Lighthouse Library series has moved there from Penguin and we’re very excited about that. The book is set over Halloween, and Lucy (who calls herself the Halloween version of the Grinch)  begins to suspect some strange things are happening out in the marsh. She might be influenced by the classic novel reading club’s current choice, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.

Oooh, I love that book. My author told me all about it, and she even visited that place not too long ago with her family.

Are you and/or your author on social media? If so, please list your links.

Thank you for asking. You can contact my author at vicki@vickidelany.com, through www.vickidelany.com or www.lighthouselibrarymysteries.com. On Facebook at www.facebook.com/evagatesauthor. On Twitter @vicki.delany or @evagatesauthor and on Instragram at vicki.delany

Pawsome. I will make sure my author connects with yours and will share this with our readers who love cozy mysteries involving libraries and cats (who doesn’t?). Thanks so much for the intermew, Charles, and best whiskers to you and your author on your upcoming books. It’s been such fun chatting with a fellow library cat character. Here’s a link to the rafflecopter that’s part of your blog tour: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/02887792727/?widget_template=56d5f80dbc544fb30fda66f0

Sneaky Interviews Biscuit from Pick and Chews (Barkery and Biscuits Mystery Series) by Linda O. Johnston

Sneaky here with another pawsome interview of a pet character. Today, it’s my pleasure to be speaking with a cozy mystery dog whose current book is on tour with Escape with Dollycas Into a Good Book.

Hey there, Pup, what is your name and your author’s name?

My name is Biscuit.  I’m a dog, what my human mom Carrie Kennersly calls a golden toy poodle-terrier mix.  Our author’s name is Linda O. Johnston.

Very interesting. My author grew up with poodles, but now she only has a cat.

What book(s) have you appeared in? Please list them and their genre.

I have appeared in four books so far, all part of the Barkery & Biscuits Mystery Series.  They are Bite the Biscuit, To Catch a Treat, Bad to the Bone, and the new one, Pick and Chews.

That’s something to bark about. I’m in four books, too, although the fourth hasn’t been published yet.

Please give more information about your books.

        Like I said, I’m in the Barkery & Biscuits Mystery series.  It’s really about my human mom, Carrie.  She’s what they call a veterinary technician, which means she helps sick animals get well.  She says she created some healthy dog treats during that work—and I can vouch for them tasting great!  They’re the reason she bought a friend’s human bakery, Icing on the Cake, and turned half of it into Barkery and Biscuits, a shop where those wonderful dog treats are sold.  I get to hang out at the Barkery while Carrie’s at the shops.

            The thing about why there are books is that humans keep getting killed in the town of Knobcone Heights, the location of the shops and Carrie’s vet clinic.  People thought Carrie killed the person in the first book so she had to figure out who really did it–and since then she’s gotten involved in finding out who killed other people because sometimes her friends are accused like she was.

            I like that Carrie makes biscuits and that she’s so smart, but I just hope she doesn’t get hurt.

Boy, your series sounds doggone good. My books take place in a small town, too, Cobble Cove. There are mysteries to be solved, and we have a small shopping area, but the library where I reside as library cat is the main focus of our stories.

Are you based on a real animal such as your author’s? If so, please give further details.

No, our author Linda is a real dog lover but she didn’t use a real dog she knows to base me on.

I’m not really based on a real cat either except I look a great deal like Debbie’s Siamese, Oliver, who sadly went to Rainbow Bridge this past November.

What do you like most about your role in your authors’ books?

I get to spend lots of time in the Barkery!  Yes, I get sample treats there, though never as much as I’d like.  And Carrie also takes me to her vet clinic when she’s doing her part-time work as a vet tech where I get to play with other dogs.  I love how much time I get to spend a lot of time around my wonderful human mom.

It’s always important to stick by your main character’s side. Since Alicia works at the library, I see her almost every day. I also get some treats because the staff members sneak goodies to me especially Laura, the children’s librarian and Donald who will never admit he likes me.

Do you have any new books coming out? Please give dates and details.

Linda has told us there will be at least one more book in our series, likely to come out in May 2019.

Sounds good.

Are you and/or your author on social media? If so, please list your links.

Linda is.  Here’s the info she gave me:

Website: www.LindaOJohnston.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LindaOJohnston

She’s on a bunch of blogs, too, like Killer Hobbies every Wednesday, and on Killer Characters on the 18th of every month.

I haven’t heard of those blogs, although my author has our Cobble Cove Character Facebook chat group and will now be blogging for Pens, Paws & Claws. Best tail wags to you and your author on your new book. I’m adding your Rafflecopter link that I’m told is part of your blog tour that includes a nice prize: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/02887792723/?widget_template=56d5f80dbc544fb30fda66f0

 

Sneaky Interviews Lucy from Confessions of a Red Herring by Dana Dratch

Sneaky here with another pawsome interview of a pet character. Today, it’s my pleasure to be cat chatting with a cozy mystery dog whose currrent book is on tour with Escape with Dollycas Into a Good Book.

Hello, there. Please introduce yourself, Ms. Dog.I’m Lucy, She-wolf of Fordham, Virginia. The vet calls me Lucy Vlodnachek K9. She’s nice. And, for a little while, I answered to “Puppy.” But my guy fixed that. His name’s “Nick.” He named me “Lucy.” He says it’s because I’m a crazy redhead. I love him!

It’s great to love your human co-stars. I adore Alicia and Laura, too. They’re my main Buds in my Cobble Cove mystery series. Tell me about your books.

I go everywhere with Nick and Alex – Nick’s littermate. I’m in CONFESSIONS OF A RED HERRING, and I’ll be in SEEING RED, too. It’s called a “sequel.”

Sounds purrfect. So, this is the first book of your series. Tell us more.

It’s a bunch of books. Every one is “A Red Herring Mystery.” But I don’t know what all the fuss is about. I’ve nibbled books. They don’t taste good.

It’s not good to nibble books, Lucy. They would be very mad at me at the Cobble Cove Library if I did that.

Are you based on a real dog such as your author’s? If so, please give further details.

 I am Lucy, Devourer of Pizza. There are no others like me.

It’s nice to be unique. We should all be our own characters.

Can you share an excerpt from one of your books that features you in an important scene? If so, please include it.

Well, I’m pretty good at expressing myself. This is one story that Alex tells from when we first came to live with her:

I opened the screen door for Lucy, and she bounced into the kitchen.

“Better?”

“Rowr,” Lucy replied, loping past me and over to her water bowl. She lapped delicately for a minute or so. Then nosed the food bowl, which was empty. She looked up at me, pointedly. Without breaking eye contact, she put an over-sized paw in the food dish.

“Nick says you have to wait ’til he gets back.”

She reached down with her nose and pushed the bowl toward me. Then she looked up expectantly.

“An hour, tops.”

She ducked again, this time sliding the bowl right into my feet. Then she sat back on her haunches and stared up at me.

I looked away. Then back. I swear I heard her stomach rumble.

“Oh, all right. But if anyone asks, this was just a snack.”

Great scene.

What do you like most about your role in your authors’ books?

Bacon! And pizza! And I have a lot of people who love me and talk to me and take me for walks. Like Baba. She’s Alex and Nick’s grandma. She has a soft, kind voice and she smells like pot roast. And Gabby. She’s Nick’s girl. When I was little, she found me looking for food on the street. She carried me to Nick. That was in a place called “Vegas.” Now we all live with Alex.

Food is one of the many pleasures in life for us pet characters, as it is for real-life pets. As a cat character, I also enjoy napping, but that’s more a feline thing.

What advice would you give other dog characters?

Learn to howl. It’s fun! Also, bacon. Eggs aren’t bad either. Especially with bacon. Did I mention the bacon? Oh, and stay away from socks.

I can yowl. Not sure that’s the same as a dog’s howl, but it can be mighty loud. I prefer chicken and fish. I don’t believe anyone’s ever given me bacon. As far as socks, they may great play toys.

Do you have any new books coming out? Please give dates and details.

CONFESSIONS OF A RED HERRING is brand new. Right now. It’s all about me and my pack. Someone’s killed Alex’s boss. And someone’s trying to hurt Alex. But we stick together!

That’s what cozy mystery characters do. Condogulations on your new book.

Are you and/or your author on social media? If so, please list your links.

I’m very social. I like walks, sniffing flowers, following butterflies and watching trees. People pet me and give me cookies. My guy says I’m well-socialized. Alex says before I came she didn’t even know her neighbors. And they’re nice! Especially the Clancys.

Oh, Alex says you mean her website: ConfessionsofaRedHerring.com. Also Goodreads, Bookbub and Amazon. And someone tweets about us – whatever that is — at @ReadAboutMoney.

Debbie tweets, too, but the only tweets I care about are the ones birds make. Thanks for the pawsome interview, and tail wags on your new release and blog tour. I’m including more information about your book and your rafflecopter link below. Not sure what a rafflecopter is, but I hear you can win something by entering it.

CONFESSIONS OF A RED HERRING

As a reporter, she’s used to covering the news.

Now she’s the headline.

Alex Vlodnachek has been a reporter for 12 years, a P.R. rep for three months, and a murder suspect for all of 24 hours. When her agency’s double-dealing CEO is stabbed, scheming co-workers cast the new redhead as a compelling red herring. The story is media catnip—especially her salacious nickname: Vlod the Impaler.

Even Alex has to admit she looks guilty.

Out of a job and under suspicion, Alex is running low on cash, when she’s visited by a second disaster: her family. Soon her tiny bungalow is bursting with her nearest and not-so-dearest. To keep herself out of jail—and save what’s left of her sanity—Alex returns to her reporting roots. She goes undercover to reclaim her life, break the story

And unmask a murderer. Pretty much in that order.

What she doesn’t know: The killer also has a to-do list. And Alex is on it.

Dana Dratch is the author of CONFESSIONS OF A RED HERRING, which was releasedt May 29. A former newspaper reporter and current personal finance writer, she’s currently writing the sequel, SEEING RED, which has Alex, Trip, rescue-pup Lucy, and the whole crazy Vlodnachek family going up against spies, art thieves and a very determined murderer. 

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Sneaky Interviews Harrison from The Marmalade Murders by Elizabeth J. Duncan

Sneaky here with another pawsome interview of a pet character. Today, it’s my pleasure to be cat chatting with a cozy mystery cat whose currrent book, The Marmalade Murders, is on tour with Escape with Dollycas Into a Good Book.

Meow there. What is your name and your author’s name?

Hello! My name is Harrison and my author is Elizabeth J. Duncan.

Mice to meet you both.

What book(s) have you appeared in? Please list them and their genre.

I am the protagonist’s beautiful grey cat and I feature in the Penny Brannigan mystery series, set in North Wales.

I made my first appearance in A Small Hill to Die On (St. Martin’s Press, 2012) when my mother and I were rescued after a fire. I have appeared in every book since:

Never Laugh as a Hearse Goes By (St. Martin’s Press, 2013)

Slated for Death (St. Martin’s Press, 2015)

Murder on the Hour (St. Martin’s Press, 2016)

Murder is for Keeps (St. Martin’s Press, 2017)

The Marmalade Murders (St. Martin’s Press, 2018)

But, and this is a big BUT, I did not make a cover appearance until Slated for Death!

You are quite a star to be in so many books. I, myself, did not appear on a Cobble Cove mystery cover until the third book of the series and then it was only a likeness of my Siamese self.

Are you based on a real animal such as your author’s? If so, please give further details.

I am sorry to tell you that my author is a dog person, and doesn’t have a cat. She doesn’t have a dog either, for that matter, at this time because she spends almost half her time out of the country.  However, I am based on the cover artist’s cat.

I see. Can you share an excerpt from one of your books that features you in an important scene? If so, please include it.

This is the day my lucky author met me.

In the kitchen, cuddled together in a towel-lined box in front of the Aga were a black-and-white cat and her kitten. The mother’s paws were wrapped in bright pink bandaging and the fur on her ears was gone, revealing raw, blistered skin. “I have to put cream on them twice a day,” Emyr said, bending over and scooping up her kitten.

He placed the kitten in Penny’s arms. The kitten’s milky blue eyes tried to focus on her face and he meowed softly. Penny rubbed his round, downy head with her chin. His fur was a soft dove grey and his tiny paws were white, as was a small, roughly heart-shaped patch on his chest.

“Oh, I don’t want to put him down,” Penny exclaimed, as the kitten nuzzled into her neck, his tiny, sharp claws catching on her jacket.

“Well, maybe you don’t have to. I was wondering if you’d like to have him. I can’t think of anyone who could give him a better home.”

What a great introduction. Thank you for sharing it.

What do you like most about your role in your authors’ books?

I like when the author uses me to end a chapter. It’s an important job.

So true. My author likes to end each chapter with a mini cliffhanger so readers want to read more.

Are you a talking cat in your books or just a silent one like I am who just meows occasionally?

I am a silent character who lets my character know when it is time for my dinner.

I do much the same. Eating is a very important role for us character cats to play as real-life cats do much of it as well as sleep.

What advice would you give other cat characters?

Make sure they feature you on the cover.

Excellent advice. I pushed my author into featuring me on Written in Stone, our third mystery, and also had her create this blog for me.

Do you have any new books coming out? Please give dates and details.

The Marmalade Murders comes out April 24, but if you can believe it, it’s not me on the cover! It’s a little ginger cat.

As well as you’re in it, that’s what counts. All cats make good cover models.

Are you and/or your author on social media? If so, please list your links.

My author is @ElizabethDuncan on Twitter and you can like her author page on http://facebook.com/elizabethjduncan

I don’t “like” any pages, but I’m sure my author will follow her. She enjoys meeting other authors especially cozy mystery ones like her.

Thanks for chatting with me, Harrison, and best whiskers to you and your author on your new release and blog tour.

Sneaky Interviews Lenny from Cinco de Murder by Rebecca Adler

Sneaky here with another pawsome interview of a pet character. Today, it’s my pleasure to be cat chatting with a little cozy mystery chichauhau doggy whose currrent book is on tour with Escape with Dollycas Into a Good Book.

Meow there. What is your name and your author’s name?

Howdy. My name is Lenny Eisner Callahan; but most folks just call me Lenny. My author’s name is Rebecca Adler.

Pawsome to meet you.

What book(s) have you appeared in?

My human Josie and I appear for the first time in the cozy mystery, Here Today, Gone Tamale, followed by The Good, the Bad, and the Guacamole. The third book in the series is Cinco de Murder.

My Taste of Texas Mystery Series is set in Far West Texas in the small town of Broken Boot, Texas. It’s gorgeous, nestled at the foot of the Chisos and Davis Mountains at the edge of the Chihuahua Desert—a high plains vista. The series is all about my family, the Martinez’ clan, our Tex-Mex restaurant—Milagro—and how I help Josie stay out of trouble once she goes off on one of her well-intentioned escapades.

Interesting setting.

Are you based on a real animal such as your author’s? If so, please give further details.

Nah. I ain’t like any pet she owns. The little I’ve ascertained makes me think the things we have in common don’t amount to a hill of beans. Having said that, my author and I both love the Davis Mountains and the rugged beauty of the high plains desert. I prefer the great outdoors from the safety of my leash, Josie’s arms, or the front seat of her Prius. I find it’s the best way to stay clear off all coyotes and mountain lions.

I would say that’s a good practice.

Can you share an excerpt from one of your books that features you in an important scene? If so, please include it.

From Cinco De Murder

The mariachi band played, the crowd clapped, and we swished our skirts from side to side and played leapfrog with the presents the quarter horses left behind. It was a beautiful morning; the sun warm and bright on the hills that lay just beyond the railroad track. Flowers bloomed in window boxes along the parade route and on balconies above Main Street. Everywhere the Mexican flag blew proudly in the breeze along with bright-colored paper banners. We passed Coach Ryan. Up to this point, Lenny had been tucked in the crook of my left arm, which made it doubly dangerous to jump over the obstacles in our path. Each time I hopped, he yipped.

With a quick glance over my shoulder to make sure Mrs. Cogburn didn’t see me, I hurried over to Ryan. “Here, take him. I think he needs to do his doggie duty.”

Ryan chuckled and took him in his arms. “When a guy’s gotta go—”

“Listen.” I pulled Ryan along the route as we went. “He’s in the dance. You’ll need to catch up with us before we hit the gazebo.”

“You got it, boss.”

“Yip, yip, yip.” Lenny reared up and licked Ryan’s chin.

“Leash?”

I fished it from my skirt pocket and handed it over. “Hurry. Run, don’t walk, or I’m dead meat.”

“Are you kidding? If we don’t make it back and Senora Mari blames me, I’ll have to pay at Milagro’s from now on for screwing up this sideshow.”

With that, he slipped through the crowd and down the alley, disappearing from view as a family of tourists stepped up. I assumed they were a family—it was hard to make out their faces as they all held their phones and iPads aloft to film the procession.

As we marched, my new black character shoes, or pumps, as Mrs. Cogburn preferred to call them, began to pinch my feet. I was hopping over fewer obstacles from the Junior Rodeo horses, but just when I thought all that nastiness was behind us, I had to hop again.

I marched. I twirled my skirt. I smiled at friends, tourists, and their kids along the parade route until my cheeks hurt.

Finally the parade ground to a halt as the drum corps exploded into an intricate performance of beats, rim shots, and funky cadences that set the crowd to dancing. There was no sign of Ryan and Lenny, but the crowd on this last stretch of the parade was three- and four-people deep. Vendors had set up their carts and booths along the sidewalk behind the crowd, making it hard to maneuver. Ryan would have no difficulty running a play through these obstacles, seeing as how he was a football coach. But what was the holdup?

I glanced at my fellow dancers and exchanged weary smiles with Aunt Linda and Cindy. Anthony’s band took a breather and we continued to dance in time to the faster cadence played by the drum corps. Skirts twitched in time; tired smiles remained pasted in place, just a little lower than before.

“Where’s Lenny?” Senora Mari turned from her place of honor at the front, a furrow of worry crossing her forehead. For someone who didn’t care for dogs, she was showing every sign of concern for my four-legged pal.

“Potty break,” I called back through smiling teeth. “He should be here any second.”

“No potty breaks, we’re almost there.” Mrs. Cogburn’s stage whisper carried to two twin girls, seven or eight years old, standing at the edge of the crowd. They stared at each other wide-eyed. “No potty breaks,” I saw them mouth to each other in horror. As the parade stopped, I overheard their worried complaints. The smaller one pointed to me. “She says, there’s no potty breaks.”

The mother dressed in celebratory white, green, and red followed the girl’s finger to me. She glared.

“Wasn’t me.”

The drum corps sprang into another rousing cadence and the little girls forgot the horrors of having no access to a potty. They began to dance, grasping each other’s hands and twisting back and forth—à la Chubby Checker. A few of the horses blew through their nostrils and pulled against their reins. The young rider in front of me allowed her charge to take a few steps to the right before she led him back into formation. Two or three others on the other side of the Junior Rodeo group did the same. A large, black quarter horse in the middle stamped and snorted in frustration.

“I’ve heard enough drumming to last until next Fourth of July,” one of the club sponsors called, walking his horse closer.

“Are the horses okay?”

“Fine.” He patted the strong neck of his charge. “Bored. Ready to move.”

Mrs. Cogburn pranced over without missing a beat, still twitching her skirt in time to the drum line. “Each group is given a strict time limit for their performance.” She glanced to her left and right. “At least that’s what I was led to believe.”

Suddenly the drum line stopped, and after a few seconds of silence, they changed to rim shots only, and the parade proceeded.

A middle-aged gent on horseback tipped his hat. “That’s our cue.”

“Oh!” Mrs. Mayor marched quickly back to her place, careful to keep her feet moving in time to the beat.

We surged forward and my heart fell. Lenny was going to miss his big moment. Cindy had sewn his costume to match the ballet folklórico theme. He’d had fittings, which he hated, to make sure nothing would fall off during his performance. I tried to smile, hating the fact my eyes were full of tears. What was that about? It was just an old parade.

“Hey, Josie! Josie Callahan!”

It was Ryan. He pushed carefully through the crowd ten feet in front of me. He walked toward us as we marched forward. “Didn’t you hear me hollering your name?” He thrust Lenny into my arms.

“What happened?”

He gave Lenny a frustrated look. “Took his sweet time about it. Geez.”

“Where’s his hat?” Cindy had worked hard on the silk number, adding elastic that wasn’t too tight.

“You’re kidding.”

“You’ve got to find it.”

The twin girls ran up with the miniature sombrero. “Does this belong to him?”

“Score.” Ryan gave them each a high five as Lenny and I continued to march slowly toward the gazebo and our big performance.

I cupped his chin and placed the elastic underneath, then I adjusted his hat. A careful look told me there was no need to check for horse hockey—apparently the handsome animals had given it a rest.

When we reached the gazebo, the mayor and the town council stood on a metal portable platform. Hanging from the side of the white planking hung a green, white, and red sign: cinco de mayo celebration. let the fun begin!

The crowd here was at least six deep, with children sitting on the shoulders of their parents and older brothers. The businesses nearby had festooned their rooftops and balconies with Mexican flags and streamers.

My new shoes felt like shackles on my swollen feet. Lenny’s hair was sticking to my arms in several places. And I was so thirsty I began to envision running into Elaine’s Pies, grabbing a pitcher of ice water from the waiter station, and upending it over my head. I longed desperately to move to the back of our formation where no one could see me, but Mrs. Cogburn was already motioning for us to take our positions.

Anthony and his band formed two lines, one along each side of the crowd. Uncle Eddie had preset a large, red, wooden box to one side of the gazebo. Now Ryan carried it over his head like a deckhand on a pirate ship. He set it down on the pavement in front of Senora Mari and the first line of dancers and bowed.

The crowd whistled and cheered. “Great job, Coach!”

Lily blew a single clear note into the air. The crowd silenced. With true swagger, she played the familiar opening phrase of jarabe tapatío in perfect pitch. The band joined in and we were off. We danced, we smiled, we twirled, and we danced some more until our teeth hurt.

The crowd clapped along with the music, which was invigorating until they began to clap offbeat. I was counting steps in my head. A glance at my buddy Patti told me she was counting out loud. Then the crowd roared. As I twirled into my original place, I found the source of the crowd’s delight. Lenny was standing on his back legs pawing at the air. He lowered his legs, turned to the left and panted, turned to the right and panted, turned to me and panted. For a finale, he turned back to the crowd, stood on his back legs again, pawed the air, and then sat down—the better to show off his white silk suit and sombrero. The musicians played their final notes with a flourish, we hit our final marks, colorful skirts on full display, and the crowd erupted as if we’d scored the game-winning touchdown at a Dallas Cowboys playoff game.

“Lenny, Lenny, Lenny!” Locals began to shout.

When the final notes blew and the guitars strummed a finale, I raced to Lenny’s side.

“Dance,” I ordered.

Again Lenny raised up on his back legs. I took one of his extended paws and pretended to dance with him. Then ever so slowly I walked behind the wooden block, turning him slowly in a circle while he remained on his back legs.

Lenny might not be a poodle, but he loved an adoring crowd.

As the parade organizers hurried us off the street, Anthony and his mariachi band broke into another song, and Ryan hauled the wooden box out of the way. Now Hillary Sloan Rawlings and the other beauty queens could advance into the spotlight. Except that Lenny had stolen their thunder. Too bad, so sad.

We made our way through the crowd, down a side alley, and into a lot filled with horse trailers, riders, a school bus, and excited drummers.

Senora Mari’s eyes danced with merriment. “¡Ay, caramba!”

“Yip, yip, yip.” Lenny licked my chin.

I hugged his tiny body close and kissed his furry head. “You were fabulously awesome!”

My fellow dancers gathered around, tired smiles replaced with wide grins. “Lenny, you did it!” Mrs. Cogburn sounded surprised, though I don’t know why.

Aunt Linda and Patti gave us a hug sandwich.

“Yip.”

“Sorry, Lenny.” Aunt Linda kissed his nose and in return he graciously licked her chin.

“Lenster.” Patti held out a hand. He dutifully gave her his paw and allowed her to give him a knuckle bump.

“Did everyone remember their steps?” Mrs. Cogburn wore a hopeful smile.

“From my point of view, we killed it.” Gretchen Cruz’s breathing was surprisingly a bit labored, her skin damp with perspiration. Months earlier, Patti had done time in county jail until the lamebrains in the sheriff’s office realized they arrested the wrong woman. During Gretchen’s stint as Patti’s defense attorney, I’d never once seen a hair out of place or an issue she couldn’t handle.

“How do you know?” Lily walked up, her trumpet tucked under her arm. “You were in the back.

“I object. The witness is accusing counsel of giving false testimony.”

Patti delivered a playful punch to Lily’s shoulder. “Watch out, shrimp.”

When Anthony gave Cindy a brief kiss, his bandmates broke into “Amor Eterno.” Tired feet be hanged, we began to twirl our skirts and prance around the embracing couple.

“Bravo.” Ryan appeared at the back of our happy group.

The dancing halted as we shook our heads in bemusement at Ryan’s poor attempt to speak Spanish. Immediately the other dancers broke into smaller groups to revisit each stretch of the parade and their performance.

“What did I say?” Ryan asked.

I said, breaking into exhausted and satisfied laughter. “Try estupendo or increíble next time.”

“Thanks, Miss Know It All.” He gathered Lenny and me into a bear hug. “Way to charm the crowd, Lenster.”

“Yip.”

“Couldn’t have done it without you manhandling that box, Coach.”

“Nice try. You’d have made it work without me, senorita.” He gave one of my braids a tug.

In return, I knocked his West Texas baseball cap from his head.

“Yip.”

“Josie!” Aunt Linda called from the far side of the lot. “We’re heading back.” Her way of reminding me that Milagro’s customers would flood through the door any minute. She and Senora Mari hurried over to where Uncle Eddie’s white F150, bearing the familiar Two Boots dance hall logo, waited.

“Duty calls.” It was our busiest day of the year, not a day to stand around soaking up the celebration with good friends.

I was holding Lenny, but Ryan gently tapped one of my hands with his forefinger.

“Yip.” My Chi responded, licking his finger.

“Let’s get together later.” Ryan kept his gaze on Lenny’s ablutions.

I shot a glance at my family, feeling their impatience for us to leave. “Sure, but we don’t close until nine o’clock.”

His smile was warm and easy. “The band is playing at the gazebo all afternoon. if you put that sharp mind of yours to it.” He clasped his hands together and laid them over his heart. “If you need inspiration, think of me waiting, spurs on, hair combed, hands clapping.”

I laughed, remembering his two left feet. “Can’t wait to see you in spurs. Have you been taking lessons?”

“Come along this afternoon and find out.” He winked. “Later, Lenster.”

“Yip.” Lenny raised his paw, and the two friends shook.

You are quite a talented character for a dog.

What do you like most about your role in your authors’ books?

I love the opportunity to take a bite out of crime. That’s a little dog humor. Get it. Little. Dog. Humor. Uh, yeah. Of course, like everyone else in my family I love Tex-Mex. Guess it’s a good thing, we own a Tex-Mex restaurant named Milagro, right?

MOL (meow out loud).

Are you a talking dog in your books or just a silent pet like I am?

Uh, no ma’am. Not a talking dog but one with intuition. I’m smaller than some other dogs; but I am six pounds of muscle and one pound of gorgeous fur.

A psychic chichauchau, how pawsome! My six-senses are quite attuned as well.

What advice would you give other cat character?

1. Protect your human family. 2. If one human refuses to give you a tamale, try, try, again.

You are a funny doggy, but I like your style. I would only want a tamale if it had catnip on it.

Do you have any new books coming out? Please give dates and details.

My newest book in this series comes out on April 3rd, 2018 from Berkley Prime Crime.

Congratulations!

Are you and/or your author on social media? If so, please list your links.

http://www.AuthorRebeccaAdler.com

Facebook: @AuthorRebeccaAdler

Twitter: @CozyTxMysteries

Goodreads: www.goodreads.com/RebeccaAdler

Purchase Links

www.amazon.com/dp/0425275957

www.barnesandnoble.com/w/cinco-de-murder-rebecca-adler/1126719482?ean=9780425275955#/

http://www.booksamillion.com/p/Cinco-Murder/Rebecca-Adler/9780425275955?id=7182844354530

It was doggone good to have you here, Lenny. I wish you and Rebeca best tail wags on your book, series, and blog tour. Below is a link to your tour page and rafflecopter.

https://www.escapewithdollycas.com/great-escapes-virtual-book-tours/books-currently-on-tour/cinco-de-murder-taste-texas-mystery-rebecca-adler/

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Sneaky Interviews Cupcake the Bassett Hound from Six Dogs ‘Til Sunday by Lia Farrell

I’ve been interviewing quite a few dogs lately. Today I have the pleasure to chat with the Bassett Hound from Six Dogs ‘Til Sunday that is on a blog tour with Escape with Dollycas into a Good Book.

Hi, Pup. Welcome to my library cat blog. What is your name and your author’s name?

My author’s name is Lia Farrell and my name is Cupcake. I’m a young Bassett hound and I’m still growing into my extra-long ears and tail.

I can see that. Mice to meet you.

What book(s) have you appeared in? Please list them and their genre.

I’ve appeared in “Four Dog’s Sake” and in “Six Dogs ‘Til Sunday.” Both books are cozy mysteries.

My favorite books.

Are you in a series? If so, please give information about it.

Yes, I’m in a series of cozies called the Mae December mysteries. They feature Mae December, an extra-sweet dog lover, who runs a boarding kennel in Rosedale, Tennessee. We have six dogs in our family, although some of them are babies and will soon go to their new homes. I belong to Matt. I was his 5th birthday present. Mae and Ben and Matt are keeping me forever!

Sounds purrfect.

Are you based on a real animal such as your author’s? If so, please give further details.

My author’s best friend in high school had a pregnant basset hound. Lia got to see the babies being born. She wanted to take one home, but her father said “no.” I’m lucky that Matt’s father, Sheriff Ben Bradley, said “yes.”

Great story. I think real life pets have a way of infiltrating themselves into their author’s books whether or not they have lived with them.

Can you share an excerpt from one of your books that features you in an important scene? If so, please include it.

This scene is important because the house Mae and her friend are viewing is the venue for a movie called “Murder in Music City.” It’s a story about a missing girl who is presumed dead and the bad guy who kidnapped her is caught in the house.

“Mae clipped a leash on Cupcake the basset hound (that’s me!). Cupcake was still young enough to be excited about going anywhere (true). Looking at her, Mae smiled. She was small for a basset but well-endowed in the ears department. “I’m glad we don’t have to tie those ears up anymore, Cupcake.” (me, too) At the sound of her name, the dog looked up and wagged her tail so hard it thumped her ribs on either side. “Still have to grow into that tail a bit I see.” Mae reached the bottom of her long driveway and turned left, heading down toward the river. She paused to let Cupcake relieve herself on a long clump of grass. When Cupcake was ready, they followed the narrow drive up to the wraparound porch on the old ramshackle place. ‘Hi Mae, this place is a pit,’ Mae’s friend Connie said in a cheerful voice. ‘But if you think those movie people will like it, I can write up their lease today.’ She crouched down next to Cupcake, seemingly unconcerned about the dirty floor or getting dog hair on her black wool coat. ‘Hello, Precious,’ she said. Cupcake licked her cheek and Connie laughed. (I’m loving the attention) ‘I’m just getting back on track after the holidays. Did you have a good Christmas?’ Mae asked her friend. ‘We did, but I was more than ready for my kids to go back to school yesterday. All three of them were disappointed that Rob and I didn’t get them a puppy for Christmas and they weren’t shy about letting us know.’ (More parents who say “no” to acquiring puppies. Silly people. Puppies are great)

Pawsome excerpt!

What do you like most about your role in your authors’ books?

My favorite scene in the series was when I got to be in Mae and Ben’s wedding! Here’s my grand entrance. “All the guests were standing there was a collective aww as Matthew and Cupcake the basset hound (that’s me!) made their entrance. Matthew looked so handsome in his tuxedo. Showing no trace of nerves, he led his little dog straight to the assembled wedding party. “Good job, Buddy,” Ben whispered to his little boy when the pair reached him. Matt smiled and Cupcake wagged her tail. “You too, Cupcake.” (I beamed)

That’s a pawsome scene, too.

Are you a talking dog in your books or just a silent petlike I am?

I’m silent, but pretty darn good at expressing my emotions and getting what I want in terms of food and cuddling.

Good for you. I’m the same.

What advice would you give other dog characters?

Have fun being famous! Everyone pets you and you get extra treats when they find out you are in a book!

What pet character can resist treats?

Do you have any new books coming out? Please give dates and details.

“Six Dogs ‘Til Sunday” by Lia Farrell was just released.

Condogalations!

Are you and/or your author on social media? If so, please list your links.

https://www.liafarrell.net/

https://www.facebook.com/liafarrellauthor/?ref=bookmarks

Thank you so much for chatting with me, Cupcake, and best tail wags to you and your author on your new release and blog tour. I’m including the rafflecopter link for people who want enter your giveaway. http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/02887792680/?widget_template=56d5f80dbc544fb30fda66f0

Sneaky Interviews Socrates, the Dog from Paws and Predicaments by Bethany Blake

Meow there. It’s Sneaky with another character pet interview. Today, I chatted with the dog from Paws and Predicaments by Bethany Blake. This new cozy mystery is on tour with Escape with Dollycas Into a Good Book.

Hello, pup. Please tell me your name and your author’s name.

My name is Socrates, and my author’s name is Bethany Blake.

What book(s) have you appeared in?

I have appeared in Death by Chocolate Lab, Dial Meow for Murder and Pawprints & Predicaments. These are all “cozy mysteries,” although I am not a cuddly, cozy kind of canine.

I see. Tell me about your series.

The series is called the Lucky Paws Petsitting Mysteries. My person, Daphne Templeton, is a pet sitter who solves murders on the side, although I know she sees me rolling my eyes and hears me growling to let her know that I think she should leave the investigating to Detective Jonathan Black. He rolls his eyes and grumbles a lot, too. Which doesn’t hide the fact that he’s very fond of her.

Sounds pawsome.

Are you based on a real dog such as your author’s? If so, please give further details.

No! I am very stoic and well behaved. My author’s dog likes to jump the fence and crash the neighbors’ barbecues. Not dignified behavior at all!

That’s the advantage of being a character dog and not a real one, although I’m not too impressed with dogs in general. Cats are way superior, both real and character. Just my feline opinion.

Can you share an excerpt from one of your books that features you in an important scene? If so, please include it.

Actually, I have three pivotal scenes in three different books! I have rescued Daphne on several occasions, once by running from our lovely town of Sylvan Creek halfway to Lake Wallapawakee. And I do not normally run, nor cavort—unless I’m with my best friend, Artie the one-eared Chihuahua. But I’d rather not talk about that.

Okay. We can keep that off the record.

What do you like most about your role in your authors’ books?

I am the steadying force, and the bark of reason. My person, Daphne, is a bit flighty—although she continually matures. However, I think it will always be up to me to keep her safe and remind her that solving murders can be dangerous.

Daphne sounds like Gilly, Alicia’s friend who takes on the role of amateur sleuth as our series progresses. I continue to help direct both of them to clues, of claws.

Are you a talking pet in your books or just a silent one like I am who just meows occasionally?

I live with a very vocal feline named Tinkleston, although he doesn’t speak English. Nor do I. I am largely silent. I only woof when necessary.

So you do have a cat in your books. Purrfect.

What advice would you give other dog characters?

1. Don’t drool. 2. Don’t jump up on people. 3. Don’t wear novelty sweaters. 4. Don’t drool.

Glad you repeated “don’t drool.” I can’t stand it when my dog co-star Fido slobbers all over the place.

Do you have any new books coming out? Please give dates and details.

My new book is Pawprints & Predicaments. It comes out February 27th, and it’s all about a murder that takes place at a Polar Bear Plunge. I think the human habit of jumping into half-frozen lakes is ridiculous, so, to be honest, I had my back turned the whole time.

Are you and/or your author on social media? If so, please list your links.

My author is very social.

She can be found at:

https://www.facebook.com/bethanyblakewriter

https://twitter.com/bethanyblakeau1

https://www.goodreads.com/bethanyblake

https://instagram.com/bethanyblakemysteries

Very mice. I’m sure my author will follow yours and the readers of this blog, too. Best dog bones on your new release and tail wags to a great blog tour. Here’s the link to your tour’s rafflecopter for those who wish to enter:

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Sneaky Interviews Sir Figaro Newton from Class Reunions are Murder by Libby Klein

Sneaky here with another pawsome interview of a pet character. Today, it’s my pleasure to be cat chatting with a cozy mystery cat whose currrent book is on tour with Escape with Dollycas Into a Good Book.

Meow there. What is your name and your author’s name?

Hi Sneaky! My name is Sir Figaro Newton, but Poppy calls me Fig. Aunt Ginny calls me Pestilence and I allow it because she has a heavy hand with the treats. Our story is being told by Libby Klein who has been obsessed with fluffy cats since she was a child.

I’m Siamese, so I’m not very fluffy, but I certainly understand the appeal of long-haired furry cats.

What book(s) have you appeared in? Please list them and their genre.

Only one of my books has been released so far: Class Reunions are Murder. But there are more on the way – because who wouldn’t want more of me?

Well, I haven’t read it, but it sounds interesting and so do you.

Is this a series? If so, tell us about it.

I appear in a cozy mystery series that should have been called Figaro the Wondercat Always Saves the Day. But, due to what I can only assume is a marketing error, we’re known as the Poppy McAllister Mysteries.

MOL (Meow Out Loud). That’s the way these publishers do it, buddy. My series is called the “Cobble Cove Mysteries” which should be “Sneaky, the Library Cat’s Adventures with Alicia.” At least, I have my own blog which is some compensation. Maybe if you meow loud enough, you’ll get yours, too, or maybe a Facebook page.

Are you based on a real cat such as your author’s? If so, please give further details.

What do you mean based on? I am a real cat. I’m a beautiful black smoke Persian with orange eyes and a fluffy cottony coat to die for. There are pictures around Libby’s office that look just like me. Although I heard that gorgeous fella moved up to the all you can eat tuna buffet in the sky some time ago.

Ah, yes. My author’s Siamese, Oliver, traveled there this past November. I am based on him but younger and will stick around until my series ends which I pray with all my paws it won’t for a long time.

Can you share an excerpt from one of your books that features you in an important scene? If so, please include it.

Gosh, they’re all so riveting. It’s hard to pinpoint the scene where I shine the most.

           Option 1: from Chapter 1:

Figaro was, in technical terms, “a little loopy-doopy.” It could be disconcerting to have a side-kick who’d go completely limp and flop over like he’d just passed out. Sometimes with a stretch and a roll, sometimes with a thud as he hit the floor. It was his feline idea of performance art. He thinks it sends the message that he’s not a threat and wants to be friends. Mostly it sends the message that he’s crazy and could begin foaming at the mouth any minute. Many a child had run away from his famous death scene screaming, and left him lying there confused.

                        Option 2: From Act 3:

I balled my fists up and had to shove them under my knees. “Why can’t you see that this proves I’m innocent? Why else would someone send me a death threat?”

Amber closed her flip book and bagged the note. “It’s not hard for me to believe someone could hate you enough to want to kill you, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Figaro flicked his tail and knocked a figurine of a girl on a swing off the shelf. It hit Amber on the head and she jerked her neck around to see where it came from.

Aunt Ginny started to laugh but quickly covered it with a cough. Then she chastised Figaro by cuddling him off the mantle and cooing at him. “That was a very bad boy. Let’s get you some tuna.”

I see what you mean. Both are purrfect scenes. Concats to you, Fig!

What do you like most about your role in your authors’ books?

I’m not one to brag, but some would say I steal the show. At first, I thought the books were an invasion of my privacy. You think Libby is making my antics up, but in reality, she is much like Dian Fossey, hovering over me, cataloging my every move. Class Reunions could be my unauthorized biography. Now I’ve come to the place of accepting my superior position as Poppy’s sidekick, and dare I say it, hero.

There’s no shame in admitting your heroic status.

Are you a talking cat in your books or just a silent one like I am who just meows occasionally?

I say plenty. How much of it they understand is the real question. Sometimes Poppy and Aunt Ginny meow at me like I’m supposed to be impressed with that. It’s not my fault Google translate doesn’t have a search field for Feline. I’ve often had to resort to some clever manipulation to get my point across. Don’t underestimate how powerful bathing the nether regions in front of company can be to express one’s displeasure over the catch of the day, or disagreement about appropriate grooming times.

Google translate! What a thought. We must contact their support and demand a feline language update.

What advice would you give other cat characters?

This is your show. Everyone else is support staff there to open the cans and scratch you under the chin. You can get away with just about anything if you’re cute enough. I like to curl up on Poppy’s head in the middle of the night while she sleeps and use her like my personal space heater. She wakes up and thinks she’s in menopause having a hot flash. It’s hilarious.

You are such a tease.

Do you have any new books coming out? Please give dates and details.

Midnight Snacks are Murder will be coming out in July of 2018. I don’t want to give too much away, but someone in this house goes on a rampage. Then Restaurant Weeks are Murder will be released sometime around January of 2019. I expect the Friskies people will have contacted me to do a celebrity spotlight by then, so your readers will be able to say they knew me before I hit it big.

I don’t mean to break your catnip bubble, but your chances of that are slim since it hasn’t happened to me.

Are you and/or your author on social media? If so, please list your links.

When Libby isn’t divulging sensitive information about my doings, she’s feverishly tapping on the keyboard updating the world with her random thoughts. Here are the accounts I’ve had to block because she keeps sending me memes and cat videos.

Website www.libbykleinbooks.com

twitter @libbykleinbooks

https://www.facebook.com/libbykleinbooks/

https://www.pinterest.com/libbykleinbooks/

https://www.goodreads.com/LibbyKlein

This is a rendering of me – but not me – Libby would have pictures of the original Figaro.

 

 

Thank you for the interview!

My pleasure, Fig. I wish you and Libby best whiskers on your book, series, and blog tour. Below is a link to your tour page and rafflecopter.

https://www.escapewithdollycas.com/great-escapes-virtual-book-tours/books-currently-on-tour/class-reunions-murder-poppy-mcallister-mystery-libby-klein/

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Sneaky’s Interview of Mouse from Pre-Meditated Murder by Tracy Weber

It’s my lucky day.  I have another pet here on blog tour for her new book with Escape with Dollycas Into a Good Book. Hello, there, Kitty. What is your name and your author’s name?

My name is an unpronounceable combination of purrs, head butts, growls, and smells. Humans, however call me Mouse. I’m a calico Hemingway cat. I have seven toes on each of my front paws. The author who writes about me is Tracy Weber.

How very interesting. I’ve heard about the Hemingway cats. I bet it’s nice having an extra toe. What book(s) have you appeared in? Please list them and their genre.

I’m a new arrival to Tracy’s mystery series, and my first appearance is in her newest Downward Dog Mystery, Pre-Meditated Murder. Tracy’s series is a cozy mystery series.

Very mice. My author Debbie writes the cozy series I’m in, the Cobble Cove mystery series. My co-star is a dog also. Fido is a golden retriever, and I’m a Siamese. Can you tell us more information about your series?

The Downward Dog Mysteries feature yoga teacher/sleuth Kate Davidson and her ferocious-looking German shepherd, Bella. I think Bella is a sweetheart, but she doesn’t like other dogs or most bearded men. I’m hoping that she and I will eventually become fast friends.

I”m sure you will. Fido and I get along quite well. It’s the humans you have to watch out for.

Are you based on a real cat such as your author’s? If so, please give further details.

My author friend Tracy rescued an orange semi-feral kittem named Devil-cat when it was about four months old. Tracy loved Devil-cat, and they lived together in Tracy’s house for sixteen years. Devil-cat on the other hand, didn’t like humans very much, including Tracy and her husband. So Tracy never got to pet her or cuddle with her until the last few months of Devil-cat’s life. The vet thinks Devil-cat probably had a brain tumor near the end, but one of its side effects was that it made her suddenly friendly. So Tracy and Devil-cat got some good bonding in before she passed away a few years ago. Tracy still misses her.

Aw what a touching story. Devil-cat must’ve had a bad experience with humans at a young age. That happens sometimes. I’m so glad your author got to bond with her at the end, and I understand how much she must miss her kitty. My author recently lost her 17-year old cat who was Siamese like me. In fact, my character is based on him. His name was Oliver, and he was the friendliest cat. Everybody loved him especially Debbie, so she misses him a lot, too.

Can you share an excerpt from one of your books that features you in an important scene? If so, please include it.

In this scene, Kate is getting a haircut from the woman who adopted me.

Crystal grasped a large chunk of my hair and prepared to make a few final cuts.

Everything next seemed to happen at once.

The door behind me opened and Rene’s voice called, “Aren’t you about done in here? We’re bored.”

Bella—who stood on leash next to her—spied Mouse, or more accurately, Mouse spied Bella. The calico kitten arched her back like a Halloween decoration, let out a loud yowl, and dove into the hole behind the shampoo bowl.

“Oh no, a cat!” Rene screamed. She broke into a sneezing fit and dropped Bella’s leash.

Bella froze for a moment, torn. On the left was a delectable calico morsel, hers for the eating. On the right, a complete stranger, who held a sharp cutting instrument close to her human’s throat. For a self-proclaimed German shepherd guard dog, the decision was obvious.

Protect the one who feeds you.

Bella dove for Crystal, growling and snapping her teeth. Crystal screamed. Her hand spasmed. The scissors closed, cutting a three-inch-wide swath from my hair. “Help!” she yelled. “Keep that vicious dog away from me!”

“Bella, stop,” I yelled in return. “This is our friend!”

Bella skidded to a stop beside me, then took off after the kitten. She sniffed back and forth between the shampoo bowl and the cabinet, whining.

I gasped at my reflection in the mirror. “My hair!”

The left side of my hair floated down past my shoulders. The right ended at the top of my ear.

Crystal pointed at my right ear and proclaimed, “This isn’t my fault. The dog attacked me!”

I bared my teeth at Rene. She replied with a submissive grin. “At least asymmetrical haircuts are in style.”

What a pawsome scene. Thanks for sharing it.

What do you like most about your role in your authors’ books?

I play a very important role in this book, and it’s nice to be taken seriously. When you’re a semi-feral kitten, people just want to catch you and touch you all the time. They don’t necessarily see how intelligent you are or value what you’re trying to tell them, including “Keep your hands to yourself!” In Tracy’s book, I get to be myself, yet still be the center of attention, at least for a few pivotal scenes. I like that.

I imagine that must be enjoyable. Even though I was found at the Cobble Cove library, I was never feral, but my background is a mystery.

Are you a talking cat in your books or just a silent one like I am who just meows occasionally?

If you mean do I speak English, of course not. What self-respecting kitty would lower herself to use the language of humans?

Well, there are some character cats who talk, but they are mostly in children’s books and animated films.

What advice would you give other cat characters?

Get a good agent and hold out for tuna. Lots and lots of tuna.

Purrfect advice.

Do you have any new books coming out? Please give dates and details.

My book, Pre-Meditated Murder, releases today, January 8th. I’m not mentioned in this blurb about the book, but believe me, I’m an important part of it.

If Kate Doesn’t Act Fast, the Only “I Do” in Michael’s Future Will Be at His Trial

Yoga instructor Kate Davidson is ready to marry her boyfriend Michael, so she’s disappointed when a special dinner doesn’t end with a proposal. But disappointment turns to dismay and outrage as she learns the real problem: Michael is already married and his estranged wife is blackmailing him.

When his wife’s body is found―by Kate and her dog, no less―Michael is strangely unable to remember where he was the night she died. Since Michael has no alibi, Kate steps up to uncover what happened. What she walks into is a tangled web of deceit, obsession, and immigration fraud . . . with Michael trapped in the middle.

Wow, Meow. That sounds pawsome. I wish you and your author luck with it.

Are you and/or your author on social media? If so, please list your links.

I’m not, but my author friend Tracy is. Please friend her at https://www.facebook.com/tracywe.  You can sign up for her author newsletter at http://tracyweberauthor.com/newsletter.html.

I also know you and Tracy are on blog tour for Pre-Meditated Murder. Here is the link to the rafflectopter prize for those who wish to enter: here: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/02887792660/?widget_template=56d5f80dbc544fb30fda66f0

Thanks for the great interview, Mouse (what an interesting name for a cat) and best whiskers to you and your author on your new release.