Max the Mischievous Muse by Caroline
Clemmons
Years ago,
I had a gray tabby named Delilah who stayed by my side most of the day. She sat
to the right of my keyboard much of the time and napped while I wrote. When she
died at the age of sixteen, my husband and I were devastated. We love our pets
and feel they’re family. As much as I love our cat, Sebastian, he is not cuddly
unless he’s in the mood, never when I am. So, I’ve seriously missed my little
cat muse sitting beside my keyboard. Not only did I miss her, but Sebastian
also appeared to miss her.
Sebastian
is a beautiful tuxedo cat, extremely long and sleek, who is now seven. He
follows me from room to room to keep me company. When I write, he usually
sleeps on a floor cushion nearby or in the next room on our bed. That’s the bed
of my husband and me, not Sebastian and me. ☺ Although,
Sebastian and our dog, Webster, also sleep with us. But I miss Delilah daily.
At
Thanksgiving, our youngest daughter brought me an approximately four month old
Manx kitten she’d found in her backyard and named Max. He is full of energy and
mischief and livened up our household. And—what a joy—he likes to sit beside my
keyboard. He also loves watching the cursor move across the monitor. Yes, he
tends to walk on the keys at times, but that’s a small price to pay for a
cuddly muse/companion!
The first
week we had him, Max locked me out of the house. I started to say
“accidentally,” but I don’t know that. We have a sliding glass door from our
family room to the patio. Although there’s one of those modern locking pins at
the top, there is also an old-fashioned sawed off broomstick that slides into
the door runner channel to block the door from opening. I took Webster out for
his morning constitutional and closed the door. When we tried to come back in,
there sat Max staring through the glass.
Of the
blocked door.
Mischievous
Max had rolled the broomstick into the channel. Whew, who knew a kitten could
figure out that one? I had no keys, no cell phone, and was dressed in the weird
garb many writers wear when they plan to stay in their writing cave where no
one but a forgiving spouse will see them. We only moved here a few months ago
and I don’t know many neighbors. The ones I knew weren’t home. To make a long
story short, I waited on the patio until my husband arrived back home to rescue
me.
My husband
gave me a lecture about never leaving the house without keys and a cell phone.
What could I say? Early in the morning two days later, I heard banging on the
window. Yes, Max had struck again and my husband and our dog were locked out.
Did I say I told you so? No, I didn’t have to. Embarrassed, my husband
apologized profusely for having criticized me. Now we keep that broomstick half
a room away until we humans are ready to lock the door.
Max has
learned to hate Mr. Water Spray Bottle, and is becoming a model cat. He and
Sebastian—in spite of their age difference and both being male—are good friends
who play and nap together. Our bed is getting a bit crowded with two humans and
three pets, but the humans and fur people are happy with the situation.
Fortunately, we have a king-sized bed.
The
wonderful thing is that, once again, I have a cuddly cat who wants to be my
companion while I write. He may not give me plot ideas, but he definitely adds
to my writing pleasure. Now, if only I could teach him to edit.
Title:
THE MOST UNSUITABLE COURTSHIP
Publisher:
Caroline Clemmons
Date
Published: October 30, 2013
Genre:
western historical romance
Word
Count: 70,000+
Storm Kincaid wants
justice; Rena Dmitriev wants vengeance.
When Storm’s best
friend and the friend’s wife are murdered, Storm secures a temporary
appointment as Federal Marshal so he can capture the killers. He follows them
to twenty one year old Rena’s home, which is in flames when he arrives. She has
survived by following her elderly husband’s strict instructions and watched in
hiding while the men murdered him. Storm intends to take her to the
nearest town where she will be safe. She can identify the men who killed the
person who had been her husband in name only and like a grandfather to her, and
she vows to kill at least one of them. Whether or not Storm allows her to
accompany him, she assures him she will go after the murderers. She is
the only person alive who can identify the evil foursome whose policy has been
to leave no witnesses. Storm agrees to take her with him. She’ll be safer with
him to protect her than she would riding alone.
As a powerful and
passionate love blossoms, they unite to rescue three orphaned children, fight
the elements, and encounter the killers. Will their love be enough to protect
them?
Excerpt:
She emerged from the brush straightening her trousers and shoving her pistol back into her waistband. “Where do you think those men are going?”“Indian Territory. They’ll steal all they can before they reach the Red River and leave no survivors to identify them. They’re selling off the stolen stock along the way, so that will slow them some.” He wondered if she knew how to use the gun.“But I saw their faces.”He sent her what he hoped was a frightening stare. “If they knew that, you’d be dead for sure.”She shivered, but glared at him. “Do not think to frighten me. I will do everything I can to kill these men and reclaim my gold and my mother’s locket. It is not that I care about the jewellery that once belonged to Abram’s wife. But to him, it meant a great deal, and I want it because he gave it to me.”Storm wanted to shake her. Not that he hadn’t lived all his life with stubborn women. At least his oldest sister Pearl made sense. He’d worried about shy Sarah, especially when she’d appeared head over heels with a con man. Now that Sarah and Nate were married, she had life figured out. Nate had surprised everyone, even himself. Storm suppressed a smile and worked up his anger again at his traveling companion.“We can be in Llano by nightfall. We’ll get a couple of rooms there and you can rest.”She shot him a suspicious glare. “You think to abandon me in that town. If we stay somewhere, we will be in the same room so I can watch you.”
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Author
Bio:
Caroline Clemmons is
an Amazon bestselling author of historical and contemporary western romances
whose books have garnered numerous awards. Her latest release is THE MOST
UNSUITABLE COURTSHIP, book three of her popular Kincaid series. A frequent
speaker at conferences and seminars, she has taught workshops on
characterization, point of view, and layering a novel.
Caroline is a member
of Romance Writers of America, Yellow Rose Romance Writers, From The Heart
Romance Writers, and Hearts Through History Romance Writers. Her latest
publications include the acclaimed historical Men of Stone Mountain series:
BRAZOS BRIDE, HIGH STAKES BRIDE, and BLUEBONNET BRIDE and the audio book of
BRAZOS BRIDE.
Caroline and her
husband live in the heart of Texas cowboy country with their menagerie of
rescued pets—Shih Tzu Webster, huge tuxedo cat Sebastian, and Manx cat Max.
Prior to writing full time, her jobs included stay-at-home mom (her favorite),
secretary, newspaper reporter and featured columnist, assistant to the managing
editor of a psychology journal, bookkeeper for the local tax assessor and—for a
short and fun but unsuccessful time—an antique dealer. When she’s not
indulging her passion for writing, Caroline enjoys reading, travel, antiquing,
genealogy, painting, getting together with friends, and enjoying watching the
birds, butterflies, and squirrels wandering through her back yard. Find
her on her blog, website, Facebook,
Twitter,
Goodreads,
and Pinterest.
I love hearing from
readers at caroline@carolineclemmons.com
I enjoyed your Max stories! Too funny! All best wishes for a successful release of Courtship.
ReplyDeleteThe Most Unsuitable Courtship sounds great...and it's cat approved. Good luck and great sales.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by to comment, ladies. Melissa's blog is great, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteThanks, Caroline, and thank you for sharing your story with us! I love your tuxedo cat. He's very pretty. We have a gray and white one with similar markings. Max looks like he's at least a little bit Siamese? :)
DeleteBeautiful cats. Glad they let you have a dog, too.
ReplyDeleteAhhh, two wonderful stories. The cats...we had two, a Siamese and a Russian Blue--a giant cat. Each had a distinct personality. They're long gone now, along with their companion, our little dog--but never crave another pet. If I had to live alone, I might consider getting a dog.
ReplyDeleteAnd your novel--I love that excerpt. I see fireworks coming up!
I couldn't find your blog on the TRS site. Much luck with the novel.
Love this story about Max. Except for leaving you outside, it's too cute. I can hardly wait for your release of The Most Unsuitable Courtship. You are my most favorite historical writer! Best of luck in sales!!
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