Guest Post w/ Michelle Major-- Proud to be a Cat Lady!

Hey guys! Today we've got Michelle Major joining us for a fun post to celebrate her latest release-- Tell Me Again. Yall she totally joined the kitteh side. Woohoo! Check it out then hit those comments and leave her some love! ~anna

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Thanks so much for having me here today!

Although I’ve had cats as pets for at least twenty years, I’ve always considered myself a dog person. For some reason, I thought I had to pick one or the other, and the sloppy, unconditional canine love seemed like the obvious choice.

But one little black kitten made me realize that there’s no doubt I’m a crazy cat lady. We adopted Mo at the end of September after a spontaneous trip to the Humane Society (is it even possible to go into an animal shelter and leave empty handed?!). As soon as we walked into the ‘cat room’, he climbed up my leg and into my arms and started purring. I was a goner. He’d been sick for weeks and had just been released to be adoptable that day—I swear it was fate.

He was cute and cuddly and supremely confident—no fear of our older cat or the big dogs. The transition was ultra smooth until a week later when we came home from a high school football game and found him on the bed with a bloody mouth. At first I thought he’d had a scuffle with the older cat but it became clear in the light of morning that it was way more serious. Although we still have no idea how the injury occurred, it turned out he broke his lower jaw in three places. He had an extensive surgery with pins and wires to repair everything and then spent a couple of days with the vet making sure he remained stable. I have to admit we were worried about how that kind of trauma would affect his sweet personality.

Mo was pretty subdued when he returned to us and then the most unbelievable thing happened. My daughter’s bunny, Chip, appointed himself as official nurse. Chip stayed at Mo’s side snuggling all day long.  I set up a temporary office in our bathroom where Mo was recovering, and the bunny and I spent our days loving that little black cat back to health.

It took a crazy amount of work, but six weeks later Mo had follow-up x-rays and got the all clear for normal activity and eating. His big personality is back, although he seems to have trouble deciding whether he is human, cat, bunny or dog. He and Chip remain best friends and he’s resumed his place at the top of the chain at our house. And I couldn’t imagine loving any pet more!

Do you consider yourself a cat person or a dog person, or like me do you believe there’s plenty of love to go around for all the fur-babies?

As a teenager, Samantha Carlton used a career in modeling to break free from her painful childhood—walking away from her reckless twin sister, an alcoholic mother, and the boy she loved. Yet she never outran the guilt of abandoning her family. When the past shows up on her doorstep in the form of her late sister’s daughter, Sam opens her home and her heart to the girl she never knew existed. But it’s not so easy to face the man she left behind…

Sam had shattered Trevor Kincaid’s heart, and he’d sought comfort in her sister’s arms. But he’d pledged to shield his daughter, Grace, from the drama that followed the Carlton women. Now Grace has tracked down Sam, and Trevor is forced to deal with the one woman he wanted to forget.

History has a way of repeating itself, and the sparks between Sam and Trevor reignite an old flame. But as much as Sam wants a new future, is walking away again easier than risking her heart for a second chance at love?

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I was raised in Cincinnati, Ohio, and for as long as I can remember I’ve loved books. Growing up, I wrote stories and plays and graduated with a degree in Journalism from Ohio University.

By then I’d also fallen in love with the mountains. After college I pointed my ancient Honda west until I came to Colorado. I worked on a dude ranch and then spent a month camping through the southwestern part of the state. Technically, I might have been homeless but that hardly seemed to matter while sleeping under the stars.

I settled down to a career in Human Resources and traveled across the country for my job. With my fear of flying, I needed something to distract me on all those planes. I picked up a Julia Quinn novel in an airport bookstore and was hooked. It dawned on me that the stories milling around in my head were actually romance plots. My passion for novel writing was born.

Fast forward a couple of years and I’m now married, a part-time writer and a full-time Professional Wiper (noses, bottoms, tears, scraped knees, pet accidents – you name it, I’ve cleaned it up).

My family fills my heart and now writing feeds my soul.

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