AUTHOR PROFILE: CHRIS T. KAT

Today Chris T. Kat has agreed to take over the spot light and let us have a peek into her world.  Chris has published several books, her most recent being Too Good To Be True. I first got to know Chris’s work reading Special Chemistry, which was a bit of a twist on the normal shifter books. If you get the chance, take a look at both. With that, here’s this weeks Author:

AUTHOR PROFILE: CHRIS T. KAT

Andrew, thank you very much for having me on your blog! I’m excited to be sharing my new release Too Good To Be True, which is a sequel to Seizing It, with you and your readers. It released on February 27th.

Sequel to Seizing It

Buy link: Too Good To Be True

 

Blurb:

Three months after Kit falls in love with Dale, his epilepsy takes a turn for the worse and his nightmares and flashbacks about his abusive ex intensify. His work at the veterinary clinic and as a freelance translator only adds to the stress. As Kit’s life flies out of his control, his last tether of sanity frays as Dale grows frustrated with Kit’s stubborn independence.

Dale wants to be Kit’s rock—to step in to help—but the walls Kit builds may be too hard to break through.

Hey everyone! My name is Chris T. Kat. Since my first attempt at inviting myself into Kit and Dale’s living room wasn’t all that successful (see the interview at MJ and Piper’s blog: http://mjandpiper.blogspot.com) I called ahead this time.

Dale: Hi Chris, welcome back.

Chris: Hi Dale. Where’s Kit?

Dale: He’s walking Jackson and should be here any minute.

Chris: I take it he’s doing better? Since he’s walking Jackson alone?

Dale: *sighs* Yes, he is.

Chris: You seem… doubtful.

Dale: No! Well, okay, maybe. It’s the first time he’s off alone and it makes me nervous not to know how he’s doing. I just want to make sure he’s all right.

Chris: His epilepsy must be hard on you too.

Dale: Let’s not talk about his epilepsy when he’s back, okay? It’s a touchy subject for him and I’d rather do without a tantrum. Don’t get me wrong: I get why he acts the way he does, I really do. No one wants to be defined by something out of his control.

Kit: Honey, I’m back!

Jackson bounds into the room, sniffs my hand, then goes over to Dale to receive a pat before he reclines next to the heater.

Kit: Oh, you.

Dale: Kit.

Chris: Hey, Kit, nice to meet you again.

Kit: *plops next to Dale on the sofa* Hi, Chris.

Chris: You look much better than the last time I saw you.

Dale: *cringes*

Kit: Do I?

Chris: *looks around in embarrassment* Talk about putting your foot in, huh?

Kit: *laughs* Hah! Better you than me! What would you like to know? And before you ask: Dale is off-limit.

Chris: I thought so.

Kit: Just wanted to be clear.

Dale: Kit, what’s gotten into you?

Kit: Nothing.

Dale: I raise your nothing to a something. Shoot.

Kit: No.

Dale: Do you seriously want me to tickle you in front of an audience?

Kit: *blushes* Dale!

Dale: Yes?

Kit: I don’t want to talk about it, okay? Forget about it?

Dale: About you having a jealousy fit? No way!

Chris: Here we go again. Do you need time to settle your argument?

Kit: Yes.

Dale: No.

Chris: *narrows eyes* Is this a ploy to get rid of me?

Dale: No!

Kit: *mumbles* Yes.

Dale: *stares at Kit in disbelief*

Kit: Don’t look at me like that! Dale? Come on! Okay, okay, I’ll answer all her questions! Just stop looking at me like that.

Dale: *keeps staring*

Kit: Would it help if I said I love you really loud?

Dale: *snorts* You’re unbelievable!

Kit: *climbs onto Dale’s lap and kisses him*

Chris: *rolls her eyes* All right, guys. I get it. Kit really doesn’t do interviews. I’ll rest my case.

Kit: *grins and winks*

Chris: *gets up* No, no, you two stay where you are. I know my way out.

Kit: Hey, Chris?

Chris: *turns back around* Yes?

Kit: Will Too Good to be True? be the last book about Dale and me?

Dale: *pulls Kit closer* Shh, kitten, it’ll be fine.

Chris: Honestly? I’m not sure. There’s still some stuff you need to work through, isn’t there?

Kit: I guess.

Chris: Give me some time to mull it over, okay?

Dale: That’s fine. I already got him, that’s all I need.

Kit: You’re making me all teary-eyed.

Dale: *kisses Kit again*

Chris: *walks to the door and furiously scribbles notes*

Excerpt from Chapter Four:

My head snapped back to look at him. His face was grim, his eyes blazing. I couldn’t keep up the eye contact.

Apologizing wouldn’t do it anymore, I realized. Shivers surged through me, and I wrapped my arms around my torso, not for the first time wishing I would think before speaking.

“Oh for crying out loud! Kit!”

Strong arms engulfed me, lifted me off my feet for a moment, and I clung to him like I had never clung to anyone before. “Don’t leave. Don’t leave. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, please, Dale, I swear, I didn’t!”

“You accused me of causing you to have a seizure if I want to talk to you, Kit.”

I heard Jackson yipping before a wet tongue licked over one of my hands that fisted Dale’s shirt. My hand shook when I pried it away from Dale’s shirt and instead patted my dog’s head. In a trembling voice, I said, “Yeah, you got one stupid owner.”

“Don’t.”

“But I am. I never want to act like I do, and yet I still do. Isn’t there some kind of training I can try?”

“You’re always snapping when you feel threatened. It’s what you do. I wish you’d finally trust me enough to know that I’ll stick around and will never hurt you. Never. No matter how much you try to rile me up, I’ll never beat you. I’m not Hutch. You can stop testing me,” Dale said.

For a moment I froze. Was that what I was doing? Challenging him? Trying to see if he really wouldn’t lift his hand against me? “You think that’s what I’m doing?”

“Yes, I do. I understand why you’re doing it, but it gets exhausting after a while. If I was like Hutch, don’t you think I would’ve beaten you up by now?”

“I suppose so.”

“Oh, and there’s another detail. You act extremely bratty before and shortly after a big seizure. You haven’t acted this way since we first met, probably because you took your medication on time and stuck to a well-thought-out daily schedule.”

“I….” I trailed off, frowning. “We’re having exactly the talk you wanted us to have. How did you do that?”

“I’m a tricky bastard.”

“I love you,” I blurted. Suddenly it was of utmost importance to tell him that, not to placate him or anything, but to voice my feelings for him aloud.

“Love you too, kitten.”

“Even if I’m a pest?”

“You’re a good-looking pest.”

Chris T. Kat

Chris T. Kat lives in the middle of Europe, where she shares a house with her husband of many years and their two children. She stumbled upon the M/M genre by luck and was swiftly drawn into it. She divides her time between work, her family—which includes chasing after escaping horses and lugging around huge instruments such as a harp—and writing. She enjoys a variety of genres, such as mystery/suspense, paranormal, and romance. If there’s any spare time, she happily reads for hours, listens to audiobooks or does cross-stitch.

Links:

Blog: http://christikat.blogspot.com

Twitter: http://twitter.com/christi_kat

GoodReads:http://www.goodreads.com/ChrisTKat

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/ChrisTKat

DSP author page: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/index.php?cPath=605