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.

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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:

http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/02887792679/?widget_template=56d5f80dbc544fb30fda66f0

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/

http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/02887792673/?widget_template=56d5f80dbc544fb30fda66f0

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.

Sneaky Interviews Elmer, the beagle puppy from Kappy King and the Puppy Kaper by Amy Lillard

Wow, Meow. It’s my honor to interview another pet character today and one who is on a blog tour. Hello, little doggy, can you introduce yourself and your author, please?

My name is Elmer and I’m a beagle puppy. I live with a woman named Kathryn King, but no one calls her that. She was supposed to be called Kathy, but her youngest brother couldn’t say that and she became Kappy. Plus she makes all the payer kapps in our district. My author’s name is Amy Lillard.

It’s doggone good to meet you, Elmer. What book(s) have you appeared in? Please list them and their genre.

Kappy King and the Puppy Kaper is the first book I’ve appeared in of Amy’s but she’s already recorded a second story with me and she’s working on a third.

That’s pawsome. Are you in a series? If so, please give information about it.

I am in a series. We’re calling it An Amish Mystery series, but Amy refers to them as the Kappy books. They are set in Kishacoquillas Valley, Pennsylvania. Also called Big Valley or Kish Valley. It’s very pretty here, and there are lots of Amish folks.

My author loves the Pennsylvania Dutch country. She even featured shoofly pie in one of our mysteries at the Cobble Cove Inn when the innkeeper served it for Thanksgiving.

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

I think so, at least a little bit. Amy used to have a beagle, but he went to doggie heaven last year. He was a good dog, or so she says. She even dedicated the first Kappy book to him. His name was Ammo.Though between you and me, I think she’s more of a cat person. She has three of them living in the house!

So sorry about Ammo, but Amy sounds like my author who is a cat person but also likes dogs. Her cat Oliver whom I am based on went to kitty heaven this past November, but she still has his younger brother, Stripey. By the way, there are also two dogs in our mysteries. My co-star Fido is a golden retriever, but there is also a beagle, Ruby, who belongs to our main character’s best friend, Gilly.

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

I would call all the scenes with me in them important, but Kappy and Amy might disagree.

Right now, I’m still a puppy, but I was the means for Kappy and her friend Edie to go see the vet and question him. They think he might have murdered Ruth. She was the breeder where I used to live. It’s across from Kappy, so we’re all neighbors.

Here’s a little scene from the book with me in it.

“Wait,” Edie said. “There’s a young Dr. Brewer?”

The receptionist smiled. Kappy noted that the name on her badge said Bonnie. “That’s right.”

“And he’s a veterinarian as well?” Edie pressed.

“Oh, yes. He took over the practice several years ago. The elder Dr. Brewer only comes in on Mondays and Friday afternoons.”

“And the young Dr. Brewer?” Edie asked.

“He works the rest of the time.” She smiled and pushed their statement across the counter toward the two of them.

Kappy could only give it a cursory glance. She was too busy assessing the information she had just received. Ruth was killed on a Tuesday, and if she had an appointment with a Dr. Brewer, chances are it was the young Dr. Brewer and not the fragile man they had just met.

“Does the doctor make house calls?” Edie asked.

Kappy juggled Elmer in her arms as Edie took the necessary bills out of her wallet. She pushed the money across the counter toward the receptionist.

“Just the young doctor.” She smiled at them. “Let me get you a receipt.”

Kappy nodded, then caught Edie’s stare.

Now what do we do? Edie mouthed.

“Is by chance the young doctor here today?” Kappy asked.

Bonnie counted out her change and shook her head. “Not today. But he does live around back if you ever need him for anything else.”

Kappy wasn’t sure if anything else also included a murder investigation, but she really wanted to talk to the young Dr. Carlton Brewer.

“Thank you.” Edie flashed her a quick smile, and together she and Kappy walked Elmer out to the car.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Edie asked.

“I am if you’re thinking we should go around the back and see if we can find the young Dr. Brewer.” With any luck he would be outside mowing his grass or even watering his garden or something where they could get a good look at him. Maybe even talk to him for just a moment.

Edie thoughtfully tapped her chin. “We have to have a reason . . . ” she said. “So we take Elmer back there to show him how big he’s gotten and just bring up Ruth from there.”

Kappy frowned. She wasn’t sure that would actually work, but she couldn’t come up with anything better. “Let’s go.”

Once again Kappy wished she had brought a collar and leash for the little pup. He didn’t weigh hardly anything, but he wanted down so bad to sniff the ground and see what was new around him that her arms began to ache as she held him in place.

She would definitely have to invest in a leash when she took him home—She reined her thoughts to a quick stop. She wasn’t taking Elmer home. She might like him and she might have even been contemplating getting a dog the night before, but the reality was . . .

Well, the reality was she lived alone, she had no friends except for Edie, who would be leaving soon, and she lived alone. Wait. She’d already said that. It wasn’t like Elmer would fill in the spots when she came home alone. But she knew he would fill other voids.

“There he is.” Edie cocked her head in the direction of the large Victorian-style house. It was painted pale yellow and looked similar to Amish houses other than the color and the ornate trim that seemed to drip from every flat surface. A man sat on the front porch in the rocking chair, a glass of tea on the table at his side and a cell phone pressed to his ear.

“Should we go talk to him?” Kappy asked.

“We’ve come this far,” Edie replied.

The man caught sight of them and seemed to understand their intentions. He held up one finger as if to say he would be off the call shortly and didn’t protest as they climbed the porch steps.

“I’ll call you back,” he said into the receiver. “Yes, that’s right. Okay then. Bye.”

He tapped the phone off, then turned to Edie and Kappy with a smile. “Is that one of Ruth’s puppies?”

“Yes.” Edie spoke as Kappy took one giant step forward and pressed Elmer toward the young Dr. Brewer.

He accepted the dog without complaint, scratching him behind the ears.

A barking good scene. Thank you.

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

I just bark when strange people come to the house, but I’m hoping to have a bigger role as the series grows. After all, who doesn’t love a beagle?

You must let your author know. I purrsuaded Debbie not only to put my picture on our latest book but also to let me have my own blog.

What advice would you give other dog characters?

Just keep on being the best dog you can be.

That’s definitely something to chew on.

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

Kappy King and the Pickle Kaper comes out June 26, 2018. And if you look, you can see me on the cover next to Kappy. Sally June Esh was delivering the white church pickles known here in Big Valley when she was run off the road and killed. Now Kappy and Edie are trying to figure out if there’s a sinister pickle conspiracy at hand or if young Sally June’s death was an unfortunate accident.

Paws up!

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

Amy is on social media. I made her paste the links here. I would have, but…well, I don’t have thumbs.

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AmyLillard918/

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/AmyLillard918

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/AmyLillard918/

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/amylillardauthor/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5809947.Amy_Lillard

She also has two really fun websites. One for all her books and another for those interested in Amish life and Amy’s travels to Amish communities across the country.

www.amywritesromance.com

www.amysamishadventures.com

You can also follow her on amazon:

https://www.amazon.com/Amy-Lillard/e/B0088FX7FY/

And Bookbub:

https://www.bookbub.com/authors/amy-lillard

Thank you for the interview, Elmer, and best tail wags to you and your author on your series and your blog tour with Escape with Dollycas into a Good Book.

Debbie’s Blog Tour Wrap Up

correctedbloggraphicHey, kitties. Did you get a chance to follow Debbie’s blog tour with Escape with Dollycas into a Good Book for our second mystery, Between a Rock and a Hard Place? If not, you can check out all the stops below. Remember to enter the contest for that beautiful silver locket that Debbie is giving away to one lucky winner. locket

Also, I was honored to be the character interviewee on the final stop. Read all about me-ow here: http://www.escapewithdollycas.com/2016/12/11/character-interview-sneaky-library-cat-rock-hard-place-debbie-de-louise-great-escapes-book-tour/

Here are the other stops:

December 5 – Books, Dreams, Life – SPOTLIGHT, EXCERPT

December 6 – Christa Reads and Writes – REVIEW

December 7 – The Pulp and Mystery Shelf – INTERVIEW

December 8 – Omnimystery News – INTERVIEW

December 9 – 3 Partners in Shopping, Nana, Mommy, & Sissy, Too! – SPOTLIGHT

December 10 – StoreyBook Reviews – GUEST POST

I hope you all enjoy the tour, and best whiskers on winning the prize. Thanks so much to all the blogs that participated and especially Lori Caswell with Escape with Dollycas into a Good Book.