Stealth, My Cat Companion #pets
Thank you for inviting me to the Night Owl Romance Blog!
I’m Marie Booth, an author who’s been fortunate to have dozens of cat companions over the years. My current sweetie is Stealth – a big-boned pure black female with a very sweet nature. You can tell she's a fan of catnip.
Stealth reminds me a lot of Toothless, the dragon from “How to Train Your Dragon.” She makes the same goofy faces, inhales her food in record time and has made some unusual choices in kitty toys. Stealth plays with a tennis ball every evening before dinner. She grabs it with her claws, shakes it madly to get it off her paw, ending up tossing it to the other end of the room. Then the chase is on.
All my feline companions have been rescue animals. Black cats are some of the hardest to find homes for, often put down because no one gave them a chance. Stealth has an engaging, loving personality and has been a joy since she was first brought to us. If you’re thinking of adopting a kitten or a cat, please don’t discount these black beauties.
Stealth was my writing companion for Stroke, a steamy contemporary involving the world of erotic art.
Stroke - The Gate Series Book 1
Blurb: Damien’s father has been kidnapped and the erotic art collection he’s been forced to steal needs a restoration expert in a hurry. The sexy, spirited Cassandra is perfect for the job, but she can never find out the paintings were stolen.
Cassandra’s art studio is in financial ruin and restoration jobs are few and far between. Now the most gorgeous man in San Francisco has offered her a job working on one of the greatest collections of her career. But the work has to be done at his home and Damien is hiding something. Can she trust him? She’s been burned before.
Excerpt: Cassie has agreed to do the art restoration work at Damien’s home, even though the attraction between them is off the charts.
Cassandra waited in her lobby with two oversized suitcases and two pitiful looking houseplants. She eyed me warily while I scrutinized the wilting greenery. “You don’t have a friend who can water them?” I asked.
“What about your mother or sister?”
“I can’t expect them to drive an hour each way to water my plants.” I waited for more. “Other reasons too.” She shrugged. “Family craziness.”
Her family’s craziness couldn’t hold a candle to mine. “You could leave the plants at your mom’s house.”
“I’d never get them back. She’d grow attached and want to keep them.”
“They’re plants. You can buy new ones.”
She glanced away. “They’re… They were Graham’s.”
So her brother was dead. I’d fucked up by asking about him earlier. I sighed and pulled her next to me, plants and all. “I’m sorry about your brother. We’ll put the plants in the solarium. They can make new friends.”
She snuggled closer, relaxing into my arms. “You have a solarium?”
“What overly large house in Marin County doesn’t have a solarium?” She giggled into my chest and I smiled at the feel of her body against mine, a perfect fit.
Marie Booth also writes urban fantasy, and under author name Gayle Parness, writes paranormal romance.
Marie enjoys writing, reading, music, theatre and hiking. She's a California native who shares her life with two kids, two cats and hundreds of fantasy characters.