Love, Lust, Four Letter Words: Mutt or Meow Monday: Meet Tiger, Eva Lefoy's Meow

Welcome to Mutt or Meow Monday!

Mutt or Meow Monday is where we interview the author’s animal friends instead of interviewing the author. Let’s see what the animals have to say!

It’s great to have you here today.

Please introduce yourself.

My name is Tiger. At least that’s what humans call me. Or jerk, or asshole, or sometimes good kitty. I can’t figure out why they do that. I thought people only had one name. *licks paw* I’m an American short-haired tabby.

What’s your favorite book by Eva Lefoy and why?

She writes books? I didn’t know that. All I know is when she’s on the couch I can easily trap her legs. Especially handy in the winter. Helps keep me warm and cozy. She pets me, too. I like that. *purrs*

Do you ever interrupt Eva Lefoy for attention when she’s trying to write? Does she stop and give you attention, brush you off, or bribe you with treats?

Treats? What are those? Are they good? Can I have one? *shakes head, and drool flies everywhere* I can see I’m going to have to teach these humans some new tricks. They obviously aren’t performing to their peak capacity. We all know they are only here to provide for my needs. They need to do a better job.

Does Eva Lefoy ever read her writing to you? Do you like it?

Sometimes she plays music on her laptop. I like some more than others. But in the wintertime I tend to get less picky. She never reads anything out loud except for those damn horoscopes. I swear, humans are so stupid. Don’t they know the proper way to divine the future is through mouse parts? Sheesh. I have to teach them everything.

Has Eva Lefoy ever based one of her characters on you? Which one?

If she has, they would be very, very lucky.

What does Eva Lefoy do to celebrate when she finishes writing a book?

She’ll get up, which disturbs my perch on the couch. Then, she’ll do laundry or drink wine or go outside if the weather’s nice. If she goes outside I howl pitifully at her until she lets me out. I don’t think she’s caught on to the fact I can control her with vocal commands yet. She seems a slow learner. But that’s fine. All in a day’s work.

What do you wish Eva Lefoy would do with her writing time instead of writing?

She should spend all her time lavishing me with attention. I prefer to be on the nice cushy bed, but she keeps the door closed. She should let me in there where I can sleep in peace. Then, she can bring me dried mouse treats and tasty tuna dishes on a silver platter. I like that plan. *howls demandingly*

What’s the best part about living with an author?

They aren’t very noisy. They don’t set off fire crackers and usually they don’t beat me. Once in a while they do, but it’s not very hard. I howl dramatically at them anyway, to make them think that pulling my tail is hurting me, but it’s not. I just like to make them feel guilty so they’ll lavish me with more food. *eyes food dish*

What’s the worst part about living with an author?

They are always looking at the computer screen instead of me. Of course they should be looking at me all the time, but she doesn’t seem to know that. Sometimes she looks off into space and I think she’s considering what wonderful new food to give me but then she goes right back to her keyboard. It’s so frustrating! I gaze at her with mushy eyes but she just doesn’t get the hint.

Catnip, toys or scratching post? I get catnip once in a while and then the toys come out. They seem to want to encourage violence in me, so I go along with their game. When I’m angry or frustrated at the humans, I use the scratching post. It’s my way of letting off steam.

Head rubs, belly rubs or butt scratches? That’s head butts, dear. Head butts. I like to get real close and then give their foreheads a good solid whack with mine. By doing this repeatedly, not only do I get to drool on them but eventually I might actually knock some sense into them. Belly rubs? Oh dear. I have claws and fangs and know how to use them. Belly rub at your own peril! Butt scratches, yes, please. *raises ass high in the air*

Darkest Magic

Eva Lefoy

Paranormal romance, werewolf, shifter, fairy tale

Back cover blurb:

Nik Epperstein’s alpha lost his mate two years ago and took an evil witch as his new bride. Ever since then, Eli’s leadership has become violent, bordering on insane. When Eli attacks him, Nik’s healing powers mysteriously vanish. He can’t defend himself, nor protect the wolf he secretly loves. Only through the help of a foul-mouthed witch and an overly-dramatic dwarf will he save her – but their assistance comes at a price.

Caroline has tried for two years to lure Nik into her bed and can’t understand his hesitation. After all, she senses their mating bond loud and clear. Then Nik disappears. She confronts her father who tells her Nik is dead, and she’s next on his chopping block. Without Nik to protect her, she flees the pack and is kidnapped by a man half her size.

Reunited at last, the young wolves have one last chance to ignite their bond. But love must wait when battle looms. Eli and his wife attack, and aren’t above using dirty tricks to win. If Nik and Caroline survive the battle, the dwarf and his wife will require them to make a promise that will change their lives forever…

Author Bio:

Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.