Cat Thursday w/ Mary Hughes-- Human? Or Kitteh?

Hey guys! Today we've got Mary Hughes joining us for a fun kitteh filled post. Yall check it out then hit those comments and leave her some love! ~anna

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*Waves* to the wonderful cat herders and soup burners! Thanks so much to Anna for having me here today.

I’m Mary Hughes, a lover of stories that crackle with action and love. A mother, a flutist, a binge-TV-watcher of NCIS, Sherlock, and lately The Flash. Most of all, a believer in grand passion—and a happy member of a cat family.

Recently I read on CNET that cats think I’m just a big (dumb) cat.

With all respect to the researcher, I don’t think that’s quite right. Our cats don’t think I’m a cat. They think they’re humans. I have pictures to prove it.

Editor Cat: “I’m sorry, these thirty pages have to go.”

Princess Cat: “Bring me my tuna!”

Fashion Cat: “Tie one more thing on me, and you’ll see how good my pedicure is.”

Carpet Layer Cats: “Nap break!”

In the Hughes house, we’ve also lived with Clean Cat, Musician Cat, and Techie Cat. Clean Cat delicately wiped every last bit of tomato paste from inside the can so we could recycle.

Musician Cat played cello. Really! My husband used to leave his violoncello out on a stand with the dampit (a long green rubber snake with a wet sponge inside to keep the wood from drying out) in the f-hole. The cat, thinking my husband had mistakenly left this obvious cat toy in the instrument, would gently pull the dampit snake from the hole, not disturbing the cello at all but causing a soft *whang* of strings.

Techie Cat didn’t sleep on keyboards or televisions. This cat liked to have his fur groomed mechanically—with a vacuum cleaner. I think if he’d seen a beautician’s hairdryer, he would have hopped up in the chair and started gossiping.

What about you? Do your cats think they’re human, or do they think you’re a cat?

Dr. Alexis Byornsson has her hands full in the ER when her patient s uncle blows into the exam room. Stitching up a five-year-old s cut is hard enough without a blond god distracting her all to hell.

To say she s furious is putting it mildly not that anyone would notice. Not with the legendary control that s earned her the nickname Dr. Frozen .

Luke Steel never knew a woman chastising him could be so sexy. But for the first time in three hundred years, passion stirs in his gut along with panic. Since his wife was taken before his eyes in a brutal attack, he s sworn he d never feel that powerless again.

Almost before either Luke or Alexis realize what s happening, they re sharing a blazing kiss that shatters her logical armor and unleashes his wholly unwanted mating instinct. And spurs a closer-than-skin enemy to put into motion a devastating plan for revenge.

Warning: This book contains a hot doctor and a hotter vampire messing up sterile surfaces. The usual rogue shenanigans, but this time covering deeper motives. Hang on to your stethoscopes at what s revealed!

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Who am I? A lover of stories that crackle with action and love. A mother, a flutist, a binge-TV-watcher of NCIS, Sherlock, and Agents of SHIELD. Most of all, a believer in grand passion.
My husband is my partner. I met him in high school music theory class. He walked in and I thought he was the most gorgeous man I'd ever seen, the Man of My Dreams. Then he promptly got into an argument with another student. Eventually I figured out real-life guys are much better than dream-guys—a lot more work, but worth it. I am incredibly grateful for my readers and for the writing community. Your support means everything. I live in the United States Midwest.

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