I Kissed a Dog Blog Tour

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hahahaha, ok so I keep singing Katy Perry’s I kissed a girl… it won’t get out of my head… but that’s not why we’re here today LOL 🙂 Lemme show you a fascinating new story I read!!

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I Kissed a Dog

The Werewolves of the West Series Book One

Carol Van Atta

Genre: Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Cambridge Press US under the umbrella of Charles River Press (CRP)

ISBN: 1936185725

ISBN13: 9781936185726

ASIN: B009SV179U

Number of pages: 446

Cover Artist: Ann Falcone

Book Trailer:

Book Description:

Chloe Carpenter isn’t like other women. She can communicate with animals. A gift she unwrapped following one of her frequent dances with death.

In her otherwise wacky life, she’s finally found a semblance of sanity working at the Plum Beach Wildlife Park, where her unique talents can make life or death differences for the animals in her care. That semblance is shattered when a new veterinarian roars into the park in his spiffed up sports car and sets his golden gaze on her. If she had her way, he’d roar right back out.

Problem: He’s her new coworker and he’s saved her life twice – in the past twenty-four hours.

Zane Marshall, Enforcer for the Pacific Pack of purebred werewolves, has a job to do – figure out who or what is mutilating the young men of Plum Beach.

With orders to find the woman who talks to animals, he accepts a position working alongside the fiery Chloe Carpenter, a female who ignites his interest far more than he ever expected. Remarkably, she’s the one elusive female with potential to bring meaning and passion to his empty existence.

Problem: She despises him.

Together, they’re forced to unravel a mystery of supernatural proportions, a murderous mystery with eternal implications for everyone. In the process, they discover opposites really do attract.

Major Problem: Zane is pledged to another woman, and she’ll do anything to keep him from Chloe.

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Excerpt:

June 12, 2011 – The Oregon Coast

The lion paced to the left, top lip curled back, revealing his pointed teeth; he snarled at me for good measure.

Wary, I watched as his tail whipped from side to side, and he shifted into a crouching position, his eyes never once straying from mine. He was perched above me on the rocky ledge where he spent hours lounging in the sun.

Planting my fists on my hips, I stood taller, squaring my shoulders, and glared up at Butch, a regal three-year-old lion I’d known since I first started working for Luke Snider at the Plum Beach Wildlife Park, over two years ago. Never had I experienced the wrath of this particular animal, and I wasn’t enjoying being on the receiving end of the young cat’s fury.

Fred, one of the park’s volunteers, had gotten the absurd notion that lions were just bigger versions of their housecat cousins, and based on the faulty information, decided to enter the cage for a feel of their fur.

The two females were eating and ignored the intruder. Butch, always curious and fiercely territorial, wasn’t quite as welcoming. He’d cornered Fred and was preparing to paw at him when I’d noticed his dilemma. Counting on my positive relationship with Butch, I’d helped Fred escape and was turning to leave.

Butch had other ideas and decided to get frisky with me. Something I hadn’t anticipated.

Now I was stuck and angry. How dare Butch treat me like a prospective snack?

I could hear Luke, off to my right, warning me to exit the cage — now, but I refused to surrender to my growling challenger. This was one battle I didn’t intend to lose.

It appeared Butch felt the same.

My pride alone wasn’t holding me back; I wasn’t one hundred percent convinced I could escape unharmed and wasn’t ready to risk it.

To make matters worse, I’d become the animal park’s featured entertainment.

A considerable, mid-afternoon crowd swarmed the lions’ enclosure eager for some action. As if the town’s recent murders weren’t enough. Granted, most of the park’s patrons were tourists with their cell phones raised in hopes of capturing footage worth posting online later.

If I had any say, it wouldn’t be me dangling from the jaws of my former feline friend. Some vacation memory that would be for the kids watching.

Butch roared, sending a wave of nerve-induced nausea crashing through my midsection. His hindquarters quivered in preparation for the sure-to-come pounce. If I was going to divert a catastrophe, and my funeral, I had to act now.

Backing away, I used my coma-acquired communication skills, and sent what I hoped was a soothing mantra into the lion’s mind: You’re okay. It’s me, Chloe. Calm down. Relax. I have treats for you. Relax. Good boy. That’s it. Relax.

Butch cocked his head, responding to my calming thoughts. He looked, for a brief moment, more like a dog with a mane than a menacing lion. I sensed him relaxing, his rage receding, but before I could release the lung-tormenting breath I’d been holding, a child screamed loud enough to crack glass, inspiring several more children to add their piercing shrieks to his, creating a chaotic chorus.

The lion, startled by the commotion, roared a final warning and sprang, arcing toward me; front paws, lined with stabbing claws, extended my direction.

To avoid direct impact, I dove to the ground, bundling myself into a ball, making sure to cover any vital organs and the soft flesh of my neck.

With my head tucked to my knees, I shielded the back of my head with my arms, and waited.

And waited …

Instead of the lion’s victorious roar and sounds of my tearing flesh, loud applause and cheers erupted around me. Encouraged, I raised my head, peering out from the mass of unruly curls that had escaped their ponytail.

Cameras flashed while camcorders and cell phones filmed the extraordinary ending to a daring rescue, performed by the most delectable specimen of manhood I’d ever had the pleasure of ogling. Appalled by my sinful assessment, I was quick to blame it on shock; after all, I’d almost died — again.

Almost dying was becoming a bad habit. A habit I needed to break before my luck ran out.

Turning my attention back to my savior, I watched my boss shake his hand. I had no idea how he’d stopped the lion, now pacing in an isolation cage attached to the enclosure. A line of well-wishers had accumulated and were waiting to congratulate him. It was then I realized I’d somehow been removed from the cage, without my permission or knowledge, and people, now surrounded me.

My co-worker, Rhonda, leaned in close. “Just had to find a way to get the hot guy’s attention, didn’t you?” Her sneer drew my attention to her makeup-caked face.

Rhonda was my high school nemesis reincarnated. I refused to give her the satisfaction of seeing me squirm. Like my former rival, her bark tended to be much worse than her bite. As long as she was center stage, she was content. Right now, I was the center of attention, guaranteeing her displeasure.

Ignoring her question, I accepted a water bottle and several concerned pats on the back before circling around behind the lions’ enclosure where I could gather my wits. I was more shaken than I cared to admit. At last alone, my scattered thoughts narrowed to Senior Prom 2004, another prime example of how my coma-acquired-ability caused a major commotion while leading to an overwhelming sense of discomfort.

Darlene Davenport, the school’s self-proclaimed fashion authority, who could’ve been Rhonda’s twin sister, had manipulated our vice principal into letting her bring Queenie, a miniature poodle, to the prom, by insisting the ball-of-fluff was a necessary accessory for her already-garish fuchsia gown.

Peeking from a sequined handbag, the dog looked cute enough — so cute that my normal fear of dogs was absent for the evening, causing me to forget about Darlene’s ongoing desire to dethrone me from my ever-tentative popular-girl status.

Like her successor, Darlene Davenport was no fan of mine.

In fact, she was one of three girls who made it their priority to gossip and grumble about me anytime anyone would listen, which was too often for my liking.

Bob, my stepdad, a police officer, the always-conservative and overprotective parent, banned any article of clothing that might accentuate my figure. Form-fitting or low-cut were not in my clothing vocabulary, or closet, leaving me little to wear that was teenage-girl approved.

Sure, my clothes were cute, practical, and probably cost more than the fashionista’s, Darlene’s. However, Darlene and her few followers made their disapproval known in a number of creative ways that I’d prefer to forget.

Still admired in spite of my conservative attire and their unrestrained bad mouthing, I was up for the coveted title of prom queen. My chief competitor was, of course, none other than Ms. Diva Davenport.

Hoping to tame my hair, I met up with Darlene primping in front of a mirror. Her precious baby, Queenie, succumbed to my mental probing with ease. Queenie’s doggy thoughts revealed that Darlene and her gal pals had bribed one of the stage hands into hanging a bucket of Queenie’s poo poo over a letter X, chalked on the exact spot where the elected queen would make her royal appearance. The whole scene was reminiscent of a 1970’s horror movie that left the prom queen in a telekinetic frenzy.

And if that wasn’t enough to churn my stomach, Queenie’s vision featured me bowing to receive the crown, followed by the bucket tipping. The squishy brown downpour made me gag.

Should by chance Darlene win, the bucket would remain upright and unused.

How convenient.

Let’s just say that when all was said and done, I won the crown and Darlene was covered in her beloved pooch’s poop.

“How did you know?” she’d screeched through the stinking mess.

Making sure to smile and pat Queenie’s head, I replied cheerfully, “Your dog told me.” After all, Queenie had saved the queen.

The Monday following prom, Darlene told anyone who would listen that I was a mind-reading witch and explained how her parents were suing me for the irreparable damage to her dress. In the end, she succeeded in making herself look crazier; and I became, much to her chagrin, even more popular.

Rhonda experienced the exact problem as Darlene. The more she tried to destroy my reputation and make my life miserable, the less people liked her. After two years, she still couldn’t figure out why everyone favored me.

I remembered the gorgeous stranger who Rhonda favored, and who’d saved me. I felt sorry for him. Given the chance, Rhonda would pursue him like he was the last man alive.

Damn! With all the craziness, I’d failed to thank him for his lion taming heroics. I assumed Luke would know how to reach him. The least he deserved was a kind word.

With the shock subsiding, it occurred to me it was my day off. I should have stayed home. At least I’d have been safer there. With me, absolute safety was never an option.

“Ms. Carpenter, can I get a word with you?” an unfamiliar voice called from behind.

Waving him off, I exited through the side gate. Monday would be here soon enough. I trusted it would be better than today.

My Review:

I kissed a girl and I liked it… ok so I keep singing this song because of the title, but let me just say that this story is nothing like that! I’ve found another werewolf book to drool over!! I had seen this title a few times and had put it on my TBR want list, so when the tour came up I had to jump on it! It’s a very unique tale because there really is so many cool parts going on! You like paranormal romance, it’s there,
You like mystery, it’s there, you like action, it’s there, you like a little fantasy, there’s some seriously cool creatures coming into play! And the turn about of “bitten” versus “pure blood” werewolves is just fascinating.

ok, I’m gunna get a little nuts with Chloe. I do like her, but I keep thinking if she was my friend I’d have slapped her several times. First, I like her for her fan-flipping-tastic sarcasm! She has had some of the best lines ever!! I like her because she is trying to be brave and not always be the victim. I understand growing up with a “gift” makes life hard. But dude, when the bad guys come knocking and someone tells you to stay hidden in the closet, STAY HIDDEN IN THE CLOSET!! And seriously, her impatience has almost gotten her killed like 5 times. And the almost love triangle… But anywho, other than maybe just being slightly bad decision making, Chloe is definitely a very fun character and I thoroughly enjoyed her!

Zane is down right HAWT!! Hell, so are all the werewolves 🙂 even the vampers are gorgeous, but short of Alciun, these vampers just creep me out and make me want to carry stakes made out of my trees twigs! I will say two things about Zane, even if he has good intentions, trying to protect the girl while lying to her is BAD DOG!! He took multiple tries to learn this lesson! And secondly, I’m Cajun so if be EVER want to come cook for me, I’ll return the favor, and some! 🙂

I am Completely mesmerized by all the twists and turns! I was glued to each page trying to figure out who was on who’s side and where the bad guys would pop out from and if Zane and Chloe would ever finally get an uninterrupted moment!! 🙂 I loved this story and I absolutely cannot wait for much much more!! I definitely plan on reading more of this series! I will say, 5 WOLFY GORGEOUS HEARTSTOPPING PAWS from me! 🙂 Now pretty please gimme some mo’!!

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Author Interview:

WELCOME!! First, tell me a little about your book 🙂….

The story/series features an array of paranormal characters (some very different from the norm) and the humans with whom their crazy lives are intertwined. The first book features Chloe Carpenter, a twenty-four year old woman, who after a horrific, near death experience can now communicate with animals. So when a werewolf in the human form of hottie, Zane Marshall, strolls into her life as a coworker at the local animal park, she can read his thoughts. Yep … because he’s part animal! They fall for each other hard and fast and are launched into an adventure of supernatural proportions. Murder, mystery, and a whole lot of mayhem ensue. Secrets, lies, and a ton of twists and turns take the reader on an often unexpected journey of surprising, even shocking, revelations. And, yes, book one ends with a major cliffhanger. Book two starts with a bang right where our characters left off, and adds a whole new dimension to the tale. The second Werewolves of the West installment should be ready for publication this summer.

Do you recall how your interest in writing originated or did you always just know?

I have been addicted to reading and writing as long as I can remember. It’s a piece of who I am.

How do you choose when/which characters die in your books?

The story seems to demand when a certain person must “go.” Though, in my stories, they are typically secondary characters.

Are there any new authors that have grasped your interest?

Yes, several. I just finished Being Mrs. Dracula, by Faith Marlow. Loved it! Another author I’ve just discovered is Karina Halle. Her book The Devil’s Metal was awesome. I just picked up her latest book, Sins & Needles.

Who do you look up to as a writer?

A variety of authors have influenced me over the years. Anne Rice, Charlaine Harris, Frank Peretti, Ted Dekker, George R.R. Martin, C.S. Lewis, Sherrilyn Kenyon … talk about major differences in writing genres and styles.

Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

My biggest challenge is getting down to the business of writing. As much as I enjoy the whole process, I tend to get distracted, mostly with reading and playing those silly hidden object games. I may have a touch of ADD (seriously). I jump around between projects and tasks a lot. I can’t tell you how many half completed books I’ve written, not to mention all the books I start but don’t finish. And it’s not because I don’t like what I’m writing or reading, something else just tickles my fancy a tad more, and off I go chasing the next best thing.

What book are you reading now? Or what genre?

Well, as you can probably guess based on my answer to the previous question, I’m reading several books. One series that’s wormed its way into my heart is a Christian vampire saga. Very edgy for the Christian market. Written by Ellen C. Maze. The first book, Rabbit: Chasing Beth Rider, was a ton of fun and intrigue. Check it out. I’m just getting started on book two: Rabbit Legacy. I’m also reading The Wolf’s Hour, Robert R. McCammon. This is a book from the 1980’s. An oldie but definitely a goodie!

Did you learn anything from writing your books and what was it?

That I always have room to grow and develop my skill. The more I write, the more I realize just what a novice I am. God forbid I ever start thinking that “I’m all that” as a writer. Nothing could be further from the truth. Way back when, when I was first published, I felt pretty darn special. Silly me. It took one negative review to get my attention and bring reality home. I’ve learned that I’m always learning, and it’s important to embrace just how much room I have to improve my craft.

Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?

Thank you for reading my books! There are so many new and amazing books to choose from. I am honored that I made it onto your “to read” list to begin with, and that you ultimately took the time to read my book. Your feedback and ratings are invaluable. I love reading your comments, and can’t begin to tell you just how good it feels when a reader enjoys what I’ve written. It’s priceless.

Thank you so much for answering all those questions! 🙂 I enjoyed them!

About the Author:

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Like most authors, Carol Van Atta is no stranger to the written word. She penned a short novel at age 12 (somewhat frightening illustrations included, and lots of bunnies were involved), and had a creative writing piece published in her high school newspaper (about David Bowie’s Diamond Dogs LP). Yes, she’s an ex-80’s chick.

Devouring books from numerous genres, Carol developed a deep thirst/hunger for more reading material, and could almost always be found with her nose in a book.

She has contributed to several popular inspirational anthologies and devotional books, and lives in the rainy wetland of Oregon with a terrifying teen (another in college) and a small zoo of animals. She is taking an undetermined hiatus away from inspirational writing to delve into her darker side. (Though you can check out her latest spiritual suspense novel, Soul Defenders). It is rumored that this genre-jumping occurred after Carol discovered too suspicious red marks on her neck, and experienced an unquenchable urge to howl at the moon.

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I hope you guys enjoyed today!! Sorry, my tour post was late in the tour, as the giveaway has already finished, but just maybe I’ll try to give one away soon!!! 🙂 Thanks everyone for stopping by! Happy reading and Later gators!!

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4 thoughts on “I Kissed a Dog Blog Tour

  1. Thank you so much for featuring I Kissed a Dog (not a girl! Grin) on your awesome animal-loving site. As you’ve probably figured out, I love wolves too! I’m thrilled you enjoyed the book.

  2. Jean S. says:

    Aaagh! Now that Katy Perry song is in my head too, but that’s OK because it’s a good one. 🙂

    I wish I could communicate with animals or I guess read their thoughts, because obviously I can communicate with them after lots of training from my cats. 🙂 It’s a clever idea to have Chloe be able to read the thoughts of a werewolf.

    P.S. Those cursed hidden object games are such time wasters but so addictive…

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