Weekend Writing Warriors ~ Crashing

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop where writers from a wide variety of genres share from their work in ten sentences or fewer.

Last week, Jacqui found out something terrible about cat shifters. They don’t tolerate crossbreeds, and put them down at birth. Jacqui is half caracal, half domestic, so here he is, dealing with the fallout of that information:

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Like a crashing line of dominoes, several monumental thoughts hit him—one by one.

One—his mother had abandoned him for good reason. He was a reject. He should have been put down. She’d left him with regular humans to save his life, and maybe hers. So risky a choice, and yet so necessary. He’d always believed she cared about him, wanted him to survive, because her last words to him, seared deep into the marrow of his subconscious, were, “Never let them see you shift.” Now he could see why, if she really had cared about him, she would’ve dumped him on the stoop of a church.

But then, Domino Number Two hit; a thought that had never occurred to him. His tribe didn’t want him.

That’s ten, but I’ve finished out the rest of Jacqui’s thoughts below:

Or more accurately, he didn’t have a tribe. He’d always imagined that when he found his people, they would welcome him back with loving arms, rejoice in his homecoming as if he were a lost prince, or at least a lost brother, or second cousin.

But there would be no welcome. No homecoming. They hated him. Wanted him dead.

Domino Number Three—there were a lot of cat people out there somewhere, and they weren’t nice.

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Cat Shifter Jacqui Corleone has finally met his fated mate, but unlike in a romance novel, reality has other plans. For one thing, Wyatt doesn’t know Jacqui is a shifter. For another thing, the dog men are back, and along with their slobber and their bad breath they bring a new level of danger to Jacqui’s life, and to Wyatt’s. When Jacqui meets other cat shifters for the first time, he’s tantalized by a glimpse into their strange new world, but cats aren’t much nicer than dogs, and soon Jacqui must decide if he’s going to run again, or stand and fight against an enemy more powerful than he ever imagined.

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Weekend Writing Warriors ~ Welcome Home, Jacqui

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop where writers from a wide variety of genres share from their work in excerpts of ten sentences or fewer.

First, I have to take a moment to complain. Why oh why do software and tech companies have to constantly meddle and mix things up? WordPress just changed it’s whole post editing look, and I haaaaaaate it. I don’t know where anything is. When it comes to programs like this, I hate change, especially because I know as soon as I get used to it, they’ll change it again. Grumble grumble grumble.

Speaking of change, Jacqui is facing a big one. As a cat shifter, he’s been alone his entire life, abandoned as a toddler to live with regular humans, always hiding his true nature, always the odd cat out. All of that is about to change. You can read last week’s snippet here. I’ve jumped ahead a bit.

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Jacqui’s head hurt and his heart thumped against his ribs. 

We’re not alone anymore.

He’d always imagined that this moment, this first meeting with his kind, would be all purrs and love nips and pats on the back. Sleekly attractive men and women in exquisite clothing would all say, “Welcome home, Jacqui.”

Instead it was snarly and weird and—

He forced himself to put the scissors down and think.

Mustn’t let him see our ignorance. Find out as much as we can. Don’t trust him just because he’s a cat.

“Are you alone?” Jacqui asked.

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Snarly and weird…and adorable!
  • And an update. This post was late going up because there’s a new, last step before publication to confirm everything’s okay that I wasn’t aware of. Aaaaargh!

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Wild: Jacqui the Cat Mysteries #4 ~ Available Now!

Cat Shifter Jacqui Corleone has finally met his fated mate, but unlike in a romance novel, reality has other plans. For one thing, Wyatt doesn’t know Jacqui is a shifter. For another thing, the dog men are back, and along with their slobber and their bad breath they bring a new level of danger to Jacqui’s life, and to Wyatt’s. When Jacqui meets other cat shifters for the first time, he’s tantalized by a glimpse into their strange new world, but cats aren’t much nicer than dogs, and soon Jacqui must decide if he’s going to run again, or stand and fight against an enemy more powerful than he ever imagined.

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Weekend Writing Warriors ~ Must Prowl

Wow, is it Sunday already? Time does fly when you’re having fun and I’m having tons of fun with my newest WIP, tentatively titled Prowl. My main character is Jacqui (short for Jacquin), a fashion-designing, yoga-instructing cat shifter. Yeah, we’re having a tiny bit of fun.

Last week I introduced Jacqui as he was working on his latest creation.  Being human for too long cramps his style.

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Right now, Jacqui had a strong urge to prowl. Now is not the time, Cat. Now is the time of toil.

He stepped out on his second story balcony and took a deep breath of fresh, slightly salty air blowing in off the water. His apartment overlooked Friday Harbor and at the cusp of sunset, both town and harbor were bathed in a pinkish glow, doing that twinkly and picturesque-as-all-get-out thing that happened on lovely summer evenings like this.

Must prowl.

No, the stitching had to be perfect. The lines exquisitely formed to Zee’s angular shape, the drape immaculate. The last version had not been up to Jacqui’s exacting standards and he’d pulled out a day’s work in a pissy rage at himself, and now he was paying for it.

You’ll be more efficient after a prowl.

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Friday Harbor getting its twinkle on.

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This post is part of an ongoing blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. Every Sunday, participating authors post eight to ten sentences from a published work or perhaps their current work in progress. Then we hop to our fellow warriors’ blogs and check out all the fabulous fiction that’s happening! I heartily invite you to participate as a reader, writer, or both. It’s a great way to discover your next favorite book. Click here or use the address: http://www.wewriwa.com

Weekend Writing Warriors ~ Jacqui the Cat

Hello and welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop where a bunch of really great, really diverse writers share excerpts from their work.  This week I’m on to something new. Really new. I’ve always been intrigued by the idea of writing a shifter character, and recently one sauntered into my brain and wrecked havoc with my writing schedule.  You ever have one of those characters who just insists on taking over and making you write their story, right now?  Well, Jacqui the Cat is one of those.  This snippet is the opening of the first novella (yes, first. Jacqui insisted on a series).  Besides being a cat shifter, Jacqui is also a fashion designer.

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Work, work, work. Not that anything could make Jacqui a dull boy, but hours bent over his sewing table had given him a kink in his neck and a strong urge to throw aside his needle and leap out the window.

Instead he sighed dramatically, leaned against the chair back with his palms pressed into the edge of the heavy table and stretched his neck, feeling the pull of muscles on one side, and then the other. He arced his back, slouched, arced again. Not working. He stood and padded across the hard wood floor to the open glass doors of his studio apartment.

He’d been at it all day and still had two jackets to finish. Zee was arriving tomorrow to pick up the new outfits Jacqui had created and everything had to be perfect–and complete–complete and perfect and amazing. Because Zee was a rising star and when the rabble got a look at the Cat’s Eye creations adorning Zee’s nearly famous bod, Jacqui would have it made. That was the assumption, anyway. Orders would flood his inbox, gobs of money would flow into his bank account and he could hire an assistant and stop working these dog awful hours.

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This post is part of an ongoing blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. Every Sunday, participating authors post eight to ten sentences from a published work or perhaps their current work in progress. Then we hop to our fellow warriors’ blogs and check out all the fabulous fiction that’s happening! I heartily invite you to participate as a reader, writer, or both. It’s a great way to discover your next favorite book. Click here or use the address: http://www.wewriwa.com