Guest Blogger – Angel Martinez

I hope everyone will give a warm welcome to this week’s guest blogger, Angel Martinez. She is here to talk about cats and her upcoming release, Boots. As a cat lover myself I am really looking forward to this particular release. Thanks for blogging with me Angel.

LM

It’s a rare cat owner who doesn’t talk to his or her cats. Cats have a way of looking at you, an expectant air of “Yes? You were saying?” that invites conversation. My tortoiseshell, Isis, whose mother was an Oriental White, answers back with vocalizations ranging from a demure mew to a full-fledged “will you hush and feed me now” howl.

But even my Isis doesn’t answer in English. Imagine being the cat owner who not only discovers that his cat speaks fluent human, but that said cat thinks he’s something of an idiot sometimes.

Boots, coming April 17, 2011 from Amber Allure, is the story of just such a young man. Poor Willem. He doesn’t know the half of it.

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The Blurb:

In Honeybole, jobs are scarce and so are faithful boyfriends. But when Willem’s father leaves him the family cat, his luck begins to change. It might not seem like much, but at least the talking cat listens and understands him better than anyone else.

Kasha was once a powerful demon, a guide of dead souls, until his arrogance led to his banishment. Forced to live with, and sometimes serve humans, he lives a lonely, humiliating existence. In Willem, though, he finds a man he serves gladly. He’ll stop at nothing to secure Willem’s happiness, even if it means losing him.

And for my gentle readers, an Excerpt as well:

Poor, unhappy boy, what are we to do with you? Kasha sat by the glowing embers, watching Willem sleep. Trouble was, the boy was no boy any longer. He had grown tall and strong, with deliciously long legs and shoulders broad enough to sleep on. The face that had been elfin in childhood had transformed into even-featured angelic beauty, full, soft lips and all.

The kasha had wondered, twenty years ago, why the spirits had directed him to Horst’s household. The man didn’t seem to need help, nor would he have accepted any. His wife had died after the birth of their third son, but he had coped well enough. The boys grew up flawed, but not too much more than other humans. Gunther lacked imagination, content with a small, provincial life. Kurt grew up cool and distant, not an evil man, but insular and self-absorbed. Then there was Willem, the dreamer, the wool-gatherer, though he had seemed settled as a welder, stable and secure.

When Willem’s life had disintegrated around his ears, that’s when the kasha understood. Not for Horst, this little jaunt so far from home, not for the oldest son, as it had been so often in the past, but for the youngest.

He was here to help Willem. As he blinked luminous green eyes at the lovely creature sleeping on the hearth, he realized he might enjoy the task for once.

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Rain fell, regiments of water soldiers drumming double-time on the roof. Willem thought the downpour had woken him until he felt the soft breath against his throat. Oh, damn…

Someone lay in his arms. Had he been drinking again? He didn’t think so, but things were fuzzy. He couldn’t recall where he was until he blinked the fireplace into focus, the flames burned down to embers. He pulled back in confusion and his breath hitched hard.

His arms were wrapped around the most beautiful young man he had ever seen. Thick, black hair tumbled to his shoulders. Almond-shaped emerald eyes gazed out of a heart-shaped face with high cheekbones and a slender, elegant nose. Willem moved his hand along the young man’s back, feeling only the silken slide of naked skin. He must have been drinking, to forget this gorgeous boy.

“Who are you?” he whispered.

“Hush, Willem,” the lovely vision murmured in a throaty baritone. “Go back to sleep.” He leaned in and brushed his lips over Willem’s. “Sleep.”

The command seemed reasonable and impossible to disobey, in any case. Willem’s eyelids drooped as if weighted with stones. His last bit of awareness was of the stranger snuggling closer, resting his head on Willem’s shoulder. For some reason, he found it comforting rather than odd. His last waking thought was that Kasha had been right about the rain.

Angel Martinez writes M/M erotic fiction, heavy on the fiction. She lives in northern Delaware with one husband, one college age son, two cats, and a tribe of feral dust bunnies. For more information on Angel and her work, please visit:

Angel Martinez: Erotic Fiction for the Hungry Mind

Boots:

A slightly tilted fairy tale for the modern reader

Coming April 17, 2011 from Amber Allure

6 responses to “Guest Blogger – Angel Martinez

  1. Thanks so much for having me, LM!

  2. Love cats! and your cover is intriguing. Can't wait to read it.

  3. Nice to have your here Angel.

  4. Thank you, Gale! Trace did a fabulous job on this cover – I think it's my favorite cover yet.

  5. I haven't read any m\m yet, but to be honest, I'm quite intrigued by this story and I just might give it a go! *smiles and puts Boots on her TBR list* Beautiful cover too!

  6. Thank you, Layla! I'll keep my fingers crossed that your first experience is a good one *g*

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