Catherine Wolffe

Author of Comanche Haven, The Loflin Legacy and The Western Werewolf Legend

The Interview with Morgan Latimar from Desire’s Embrace

Desire's Embrace - Where passion and secrets collide.

Desire’s Embrace – Where passion and secrets collide.

I’m thrilled to share the release of Desire’s Embrace with all my readers. I’ve invited the hero from the book to be with us today.  Please help me welcome Morgan Latimar.

“Thank you, Catherine.  It’s a pleasure to be with you and your readers.”

“Tell me, Morgan.  You’re a shifter, correct?”

“Yes, Catherine.  That is correct.”

“How did you become a shifter?”

“Well, that’s a difficult one to explain.  Let me see how to begin.  I came back to New Orleans from the war of northern aggression unable to walk.  I’d taken a shot to the leg, and the injury left me a cripple. The doctors said I’d never walk again.  After countless examinations, I feared they were right.  My foreman, Sampson is very talented and fashioned a hydraulic brace for my injured leg.  It allows me more mobility.  Still, if I could find relief from the pain, it would be a miracle.  I was told to seek the help of the high priestess of Voodoo, Madam Marie Laveau.

“Wait.  I’m sorry to interrupt, but…  “You don’t mean, the Mambo of Voodoo that’s said to eat the hearts of young children, do you?”

“Yes, I’m ashamed to say, the woman I sought was she.”

“Well, our readers are going to want to hear this.  Continue.”

“I was desperate and knew the chances of any of her spells being more than superstition was slim.  Still, I suppose I was at my wits end.”

“She cast a spell on me and assured me I would be free of pain. It’s just that…

“Yes, Morgan, go on.”

“I didn’t understand the ramifications when she said I’d know great power and prowess with the spell.”

“I’m not sure what you are saying, Morgan.  Was Marie responsible for you becoming a shifter?  Is that what she meant?”


“Yes.  The spell, when cast, had side effects.  I can shift into a wolf and run free without pain.  Before now, no one outside of my immediate family has known about this.  Sometimes it feels like such a gift and other times it is a curse.  I find myself shut off from the rest of the world.  Others wouldn’t understand.  In the tumultuous times we find ourselves living in with the Federals still governing the city, I can’t take the chance of anything leaking about my condition.

“Yes, I can see what you mean.  But, haven’t you recently hired a nanny for your children?  How will you manage to hide the truth from her.”

Morgan chuckles without humor.  “It hasn’t been easy.  I tell myself, the children need her, and, therefore, I must curb my thoughts and actions as they pertain to Miss Sinclair.”

“How is that working for you, Morgan?”

“I’m finding it more difficult than I imagined.  Still, the children and my family are my number one priority, so I must maintain a steadfast persona in the face of Miss Sinclair.  She can never know the truth.  I hope you and your readers understand the importance of secrecy as it pertains to my situation.  I must be going now.  So many things to do today.  You know, being a sugar cane broker is difficult work.

“Yes, we understand you have business to attend.  Morgan, I must say how happy we are to have had you drop by.  Please return soon, won’t you?”

“Of course, Catherine.  Anything for you, ma petite.  Good day.”

“Good day, Morgan.  I want to thank the readers for visiting.  Next time, we’ll have a very special woman with us.  You won’t want to miss our visit with the high priestess of Voodoo, Marie Laveau.  Until then, may your dreams always be, my darlings.”


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Catherine Wolffe – Desire’s Embrace


Welcome to #Scintillating Sunday Showcase.  My latest release is due out September 30, 2015.  Enjoy this excerpt from Desire’s Embrace.  Click on the link above to enjoy posts from other authors.

Desire’s Embrace by Catherine Wolffe

Morgan lost the rest of her sentence as her scent came to him like a siren calling his name.  Stepping toward her, he grappled with the beast for control.  The creature within him growled.  Morgan pulled her close, crushing her against his chest.  Laura’s eyes grew wide.  The kiss stole her breath as he molded his mouth over hers.  Rough and callous, he forced her lips open.  His tongue tangled with hers.  She tasted as sweet as honey.

Laura shoved.  A faint whimper escaped.  Struggling, she managed to reach up, raking her nails across his neck in one violent sweep.  The attack was like cold water sluicing over him.  Howling in pain, he fell back.  She stood, feet planted.  Fury etched her face.

“How dare you?”  Her words were breathless yet deadly calm.  “How dare you, sir.”  Her chest rose and fell with the effort.

Wiping the blood from his skin, Morgan stared as if for the first time.  A silence fell between them.  Morgan wheeled away.  The silence continued.  He glanced out the library window.  Needing a bit of time to harness the beast, he supposed.  Finally, composed once more he turned back.  “Forgive me.  I…I shouldn’t have done that.”  The jut to her jaw said she doubted his sincerity.  Why had he allowed the beast such leniency?  When she was near, Morgan couldn’t control his urges.  The beast reigned superior it seemed.  Rather than endure her stare of contempt any longer, Morgan sidestepped her and reached for the cigar box.  “I will not discuss my daughter with you unless the subject involves her lessons.  Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

Striking the match, he lit the cigar.  His hands shook.  Inhaling Morgan waited until the trembling subsided before facing her again.  “In the future, Miss Sinclair, you’d be advised to stay out of things that aren’t any of your concern.  Is that clear?”  He peered at her over his smoke.

Laura nodded.  “Will that be all, sir?”  Glacial in tone, her words rang in his ears.


Rigid and regal, she turned on a dime.  The cool click of the door’s latch echoed in the room as she disappeared into the hall.

Silently, he watched her go.  Her lovely backside swayed in cadence with the pounding of his heart.  “Damn it all to hell!”  Dumping the cigar into the coffee cup atop the desk, he leaned in on the walnut wood.  With his eyes closed, Morgan surmised he had a problem.  The beast raged within.  Morgan slammed his fists on the desk.  How would he manage to share an entire evening with her?  His ill-conceived idea would surely kill him.  Raking a hand through his hair, Morgan sought the whiskey bottle he kept beneath the interior wall of his desk.  He needed a drink.  Throwing the first one back, he pondered the dregs in his glass.  Perhaps David was right.  Miss Sinclair’s presence wasn’t helping his situation.  However, Sara was blooming into a bright and talented child with Miss Sinclair’s help.  Despite her burgeoning transformation, Laura was good for the girl.

“Do not grieve over that which is past.  The day dawns new with every sunrise – a gift for our pleasure.”

Jacquie Latimar – Desire’s Embrace


Morgan Latimar, a decorated Civil War veteran, and shifter seeks a nanny for his children. The woman who accepts the position can never know his secret. Yet, despite his Wolfen wisdom, Morgan craves the passionate, Laura Sinclair.

Laura Sinclair answers the post from the mysterious Louisiana widower. Soon she’s thrown into the world of Voodoo deep in the heart of Creole New Orleans, circa 1872. How can she perform her duties when she’s falling in love with the handsome Morgan Latimar. What secrets will she reveal and who will she believe?

Pre-orders are available at all major outlets.  Release of Desire’s Embrace is scheduled for September 30, 2015  Desire’s Embrace

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      “Gotta love a cowboy,” right? I wonder sometimes what you envision when the word cowboy is mentioned. Everyone’s ideas are different. Mine is of a rough, tough, no excuses kind of guy with a no-nonsense attitude about life. If you’ve ever tried to get close to somebody like this, you know how “hard” it can be. Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. Anyway, I want to share an excerpt from my novel, Comanche Haven. Given twelve years apart, Seth Loflin has a difficult time deciding how Celia, the woman from his past “fits” into his well-ordered life. You decide if he’ll succeed or not. Have a scintillating Sunday and enjoy a little cowboy heat.
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Comanche Haven by Catherine Wolffe (Amazon link)

Seth sank into the steaming tub of water the housekeeper had prepared for him, almost immediately, after reaching his room.  Steam rose in a cloud around him.  He leaned back and closed his eyes.  The numbing power of the hot water was doing a fine job on the aches and pains in his body.  What the water couldn’t fix, the whiskey in his hand could, so he closed his eyes and tried to forget the trouble brewing around him.

Dark hair and cool green eyes appeared in his mind’s eye.  Ty and he had traveled hard to make it back by sunset.  He hadn’t wanted to leave Celia alone any longer than was absolutely necessary.  Jake’s report on her activities had him wishing he’d sent the foreman to Tyler in his stead.

While the bath and whiskey did their job, Seth had time to consider what Jake had told him.  Celia had slipped out and gone to meet Red Bear.  It didn’t set well.  But the fact she’d gone alone and told no one was more disturbing.  Right now, he was in no mood for deceit under his own roof.

The knock at the door startled him.  Seth sloshed water as he sat upright in the tub.  “Who is it?”

“It’s me, Celia… ma…may I come in?”

“Wait a minute,” he snapped, more harshly than he had intended.  It took a moment of stretching at the low-slung table just out of arms reach, but Seth managed to retrieve and strategically place a towel over the tub for her sensibilities.  “Come on in.  It’s open.”

“I didn’t get a chance to speak to you when you arrived,” Celia said as she slipped into the room.  Her polite but prim demeanor faltered when she spotted him in the hip bath.  “Oh! Oh, I’m sorry.  I didn’t know you were bathing.  I’ll come back later.”

She wheeled and her hand was already on the doorknob when Seth called out to her, “No, wait.  It’s okay.  I’m covered.”  His wry smile topped off the smoothing of the cloth over the big brass tub.

Slowly, Celia turned.

He had to chuckle to himself.  It was admirable she didn’t turn scarlet or wave away the vapors or some such nonsense at the sight of a half-naked man.  He reminded himself of others who would do just that when presented with a bit of male anatomy.  Satisfaction surfaced.  Probably seen all there was to see in the surgery theater, Seth mused.  With a waving of his wrist, he motioned her in as his smile became wicked.  “Come on in and keep me company.  I might even get you to scrub my back later.”  He took a deep swallow of the whiskey before setting his glass on the stand beside the tub.  The dark liquor burned all the way down and still didn’t numb the feeling of need growing in him.  He watched her out of eyes gone to slits.  For the life of him, he couldn’t seem to curb the irritated bend to his mood.

Cutter got up from his post near the hammered brass tub and wagging his tail, before sashaying over to greet Celia as she neared the bed.

Traitor, Seth mused as the dog thumped his tail with affection for the room’s newest member.

Lighting on the bench at the foot of his bed like a butterfly, Celia relaxed fractionally and let out an exaggerated breath when she noticed the hint of mischief in his expression.  “I never know how to take you.”  Trying to get her bearings back, she reached out and rubbed the cow dog behind the ears.  “I wanted to ask if you’d heard anything about the… the… about my father’s murder while you were in town?”  She finished in a rush.  “You went to the sheriff, right?”

Nodding, Seth cupped water in both of his big hands and splashed it into his face.  He was in no hurry to respond as he wiped the back of his hand across his face and then shook his head like a dog sending droplets of water in all directions.  “I went to alert Sheriff Cole and Major Chance at the Fort like I said I would.”  Seth reached for the bar of soap and began to scrub.  “We checked the tracks leading away from Lone Eagle’s campsite.  They headed north into Oklahoma territory.  We lost them not too far from the boundary to the reservation.”  He shook his head.  The ponies still carried Army issue shoes.  The riders are either U.S. Army or somebody with balls of steel.  They left a lot of signs and discriminating evidence.  I’m thinking they did it on purpose.  Whoever is responsible wants it to look like the army did it.”

His gaze met and held hers for a minute.  “I spoke to Jake earlier.”  He waited a beat.  “How did you like your ride?” Watching her closely, Seth waited.

Celia looked away, “Fine.”  She worked her hands in her lap.  The knuckles she gripped turned white under the pressure.  “Your place is so big.  I still have trouble with how vast it is.”

Seth watched as Celia placed her hand on her stomach and rubbed.

“We spent most of the day seeing a great deal of your place.  It’s beautiful,” Celia concluded quickly.

Too quickly, Seth thought, Nerves – not a good sign.

“Jake said we’d only skimmed the surface.  He mentioned how far away the outlying line shacks sat.  He reminded me the Shooter Creek remained the northern boundary of your spread.  He said you own everything almost to the Oklahoma territory.”

Seth watched her and only nodded.  His expression remained benign.

Celia responded with her hands moving to grip the bench on either side of her.  “Do you need help with your back?”  She rose.

The question came unexpectedly.  To his surprise, Celia got up and walked toward the tub.  Leaning over the squat table to retrieve the soap, she began to lather his back.

What was she up to?  Seth stalled in the water.  His next thought had nothing to do with the cooling temperature of the water.  He realized the true reason he’d been driven to get back to the ranch so quickly, which had nothing to do with her safety and everything to do with her.

The stroke of her fingers along his back had him tensing and sent blood rushing to his shaft.  Seth closed his eyes and willed himself to focus on something else.  His back muscles twitched as her hands glided up and down in a slow, rhythmic dance along his backbone.

“Seth, I wanted you to know how much I appreciate all you’ve done for me.” Her voice sounded like distant music. “I don’t think I would have made it without you.”

Trying valiantly to regain his composure, Seth sat in the water in silence for a time.  Her words sounded sincere.  Then as if driven, he slowly leaned back in the tub.  He had to admit, if she was toying with him, she was damn good at deception.  “No need to thank me, Celia.  You’ll always be able to count on me.”  Seth took mental stock one more time and assured himself he was in control.  But the need churning inside him had other ideas.  One look into those emerald green orbs and his heart gave a little lurch.  His mind simply stopped working.

Celia’s fingers continued to glide over his soap-slicked skin.  With each stroke, her fingertips were sending molten heat straight to his loins.

They reminded him of satin.  He wanted more.

Before he realized what he was doing, he reached out and clasped the nape of her neck.  Feeling her start to pull back, Seth whispered, “Relax girl, I won’t hurt you.”  With his eyes on her lips, Seth hesitated briefly, searching for something – anything, which would let him know how she would react.  Then he reached up and took her mouth with his.  The hunger breaking free had nothing to do with sensibilities.  This time he coaxed her mouth to open and let him taste the sweetness of her tongue.  Seth’s pulse hummed as her lips gave warm and tender under his.  She opened for him like a flower and Seth tasted the warmth of her lips, which were pliant against his.  He groaned softly.  She tasted like honey and the line of her throat like cream heated by the sun.  He thoroughly explored the inside of her mouth and then the slender neckline she offered when her head lolled to the side on her own gentle moan.  Slowly he discovered every slick, wet curve of her mouth.  His teeth grazed her lips and tasted the salt of hunger in her response.  Did she want him as much as he wanted her right now?

Celia exhaled and her eyelids fluttered shut.

The hunger growing inside him knew only one end.  Long agile fingers sank deep into the silken strains of her hair as he levered himself up the side of the tub angling for a better hold on her warm skin.  Cupping her head in his big hand, he kissed her again.  This time it was with the fever of need.  A need he’d, long ago, locked away.  It surged up from the cold depths of his own desire and rocked Seth with its intensity.  Taking her mouth in an attack meant to capture and possess, Seth realized too late he was losing the battle with reason, but he’d lost the will to care.  She tasted so good.  Her head fell to the side on another soft sigh of pleasure.  Seth found himself trailing long wet, ardent kisses down her neck.  The soft dip of her collarbone was a perfect place for him to linger.  He could feel the blood pulsing there, just under her skin.  Her smell, the smell of roses was all around him.  Another soft moan escaped.  So full of life, a life he’d thought he’d never hold in his arms again.  The warning bells were going off in his head by then.  His blood was roaring in his ears.  He was in too deep to heed any of it.  He felt like a drowning man with no desire for rescue.


It took a moment for it to register.  She was saying something and the air around him was cooling as she drew back.

“Seth…”  Her voice was a fragile murmur as she pushed gently at his chest.  “I think I better go and let you get out.”  Celia shifted and disengaging his hands.  She slowly rose from the edge of the tub.

His eyes were on hers, those deep green orbs, pulsing with a thinly veiled need.  He could see it lying there in their depths, a molten-hot, burning fire.  Then, as quickly as it had come, it was gone – snuffed out like a candle flame.  Logic reined once more.

“You better get out before you turn into a prune,” she said primly.  The words, spoken so plainly, sounded strange coming from the swollen mouth Seth saw was bruised red with passion. Her lip quivered before she bit down on it.

He noted a small mark along her neck where, he surmised, he’d used his teeth.  Some base demon urged him to pull her back and take what was so close.  He simply stared.  Unable to say anything, Seth watched her cross her arms over her breasts in a protective gesture.  There was no question in his mind she’d been affected by the kiss.  She ran her tongue over her lips again and looked away.  Seth watched her as she brushed deliberately at the front of her day dress before she spoke again.

Long, sooty lashes rose and Celia looked once more into his face.  “I better go,” she whispered.  Quietly heading for the door, she quickened her pace when, she heard him sloshing water as he rose.


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Brave New Publishing—Amazon Testing Paying Authors by the Page


If you sell your books on Amazon, you’ll want to read this article.

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We live in a really strange time and technology has altered the publishing landscape into something we could never have imagined in 1999. The changes have been nothing short of science fiction. Well, buckle your seat belts because it is about to happen again. Just about the time we kind of get the knack of things, it seems there is yet another upheaval and we have to adapt.

This is why I wrote my social media branding book Rise of the Machines—Human Authors in a Digital World.  My methods keep us from having to tear down and start over every time something in the tech world goes topsy-turvy and we can maintain brand momentum no matter what. But this time it isn’t social media throwing the curve ball.

It is Amazon.

I’ve worked hard to be balanced in all my opinions…

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I Took the Challenge

Describe your story in the spaces below, and I will share with you an amazing way to bring clarity and add theme where you need it most!

I found this intriguing as I am about midway through with the book. See what you think of the first draft (unedited) and let me know.  I value all comments, so share and like, please.  You can contact me at either of theses links.

Name: catherinewolffe53

What happens in the story? (beginning, middle & end):

Morgan Latimer hires Laura Sinclair as nanny to his children. From the start, he’s told his plan is a bad idea by those near him. He’s a shifter and that secret alone would put him and the family in mortal danger. He’s also a renegade against the government. Living as an outcast, he struggles daily with the desire to be normal and secure a future for his family. Laura Sinclair grew up as an orphan after the death of her mother. She wants to be an independent woman, so she answers the ad from the mysterious man from Louisiana. At first, Morgan admires the courageous spirit Laura possesses. But when she plans to help his daughter regain her health without his knowledge, they draw a line in the dirt . Stubborn to a fault, she seeks the help of Marie Laveau, the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans. Little does she know that Marie is the reason Morgan is a shifter. She also wants payment for her services in the form of the soul of a ‘Seer’. Laura is that seer. Morgan can’t hide his desire for Laura any more than he can hide the need to run free as a wolf. The Voodoo priestess kidnaps Morgan’s daughter Sara, in exchange for Laura and her powers. Morgan uses the powers of the wolf to save both the women he loves more than life itself.

Name of Story:

Desire’s Embrace

What does the Hero in your story want?:

He wants freedom to be the shifter he has become and the love of the only woman strong enough to defy him, Laura Sinclair. Laura wants the love of the kind and gentle man she knows as Morgan. Unable to understand his temper, she continues to care for him, believing in the end, he’ll love her in return.

What does the Villain in your story want?:

Marie Laveau wants payment for the services she has provided Morgan Latimer in the past. Her powers have aided him with his war injury. The side effects have been his becoming a shifter. She seeks the gift of a seer and lures Laura into her web of deceit.

What are the Hero and Villain fighting about? Describe the Argument.:

The soul of Laura Sinclair, the seer. He cannot give her up and Marie desires her powers for her own.

What does the Hero learn from the Story:

The truth will always save you.

The Trouble With Storytelling

Do you struggle with crafting your stories. Do you find lost when trying to develop a theme in your work? If you do you are not alone. Theme is the most amazing part of a story, but it is also the most challenging because it doesn’t exist anywhere on the written page–it only exists in the mind of the reader. How does one control that? Take all the separate moments of a story, line them all up in a the order of your choice, with exposition, dialogue and descriptions and then poof–wallah! Theme is born. The best stories have it, but the question is do yours?

Learning How to Conquer Theme

Everyone needs a method to conquer theme, or their stories will turn out directionless and devoid of meaning. Some people have a knack for this that defies explanation, gravity and the boundaries of human talent. Their stories get published, generate sales, and they even get the coveted title of Author. The rest keep trying to develop their own method, but never know if what they are doing is effective or not.

I’ve developed a method designed to help authors catch up with those whose storytelling abilities come naturally. My method will teach you how to develop and control your theme as you navigate your way through the ever-changing twists and turns in storytelling. To learn more about the Story Argument Method, fill out the form above, and I will share with you a simple way to look at your story like you’ve never seen before.

Country Music and the Story

Country Music and the Story.

Copper, the Alchemist, & the Woman in Trousers: Stay Tuned!

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Steam Train Schedule Update

Next Train-Clock

Many of you are used to seeing the new episodes of our “interactive” Steampunk serial on Saturdays (when I post them from the USA).  So I wanted to let you know that there will be a slight weather delay — the weather that I’m under.

I won’t be able to finish Episode-10 until tomorrow (Sunday for me).

Here’s a little preview.  See you tomorrow!

I glanced at Cornelis Drebbel.  An aura started to shimmer greenly around him.  It wouldn’t do to let the dashing innkeeper see that.  Quickly I moved so that Ignatius would have his back to the alchemist.  I was astonished that Cornelis would use one of his tricks in front of anyone.  However, that aura meant that he was up to something.

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Happy 2015 and Zombies Unleashed (Coming Soon)!

Happy New Year! It’s the first day of 2015 and I thought I’d share some news. The buzz and whirl of the holidays are winding down, so it’s back to work for me.


Coming soon, Zombies Unleashed (Part 6) of The Vampire from Hell series will be released. If you pre-ordered the book before 12/26/2014, you’ll receive a link to read additional chapters because as I rewrote a few portions of the book, I decided to add 2 chapters. Please email me if you have any questions.

Release Date – January 6, 2015

ZOMBIES UNLEASHED (The Vampire from Hell Part 6)

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The last thing Rayea, the Vampire from Hell needs to worry about is a zombie invasion. In the sixth installment of this series, Rayea realizes contending with creatures forged by her father, Satan may be a reality for her and her friends on Earth. Her walking nightmare begins as Rayea struggles to deal with the ongoing complications of her life: a wedding to plan, the world to save from zombies, and an unexpected call for help from her evil sister, Stephanie.


Be sure to subscribe to my new mailing list on my website. If you’d like to receive an email when new books are released, this is an easy way to stay in touch with me. Go to to subscribe. Be sure to accept the notification validation that will be sent to your email to complete the process.


Several other books are in the que (or waiting to be developed.) Click My Books and view what projects I have on the horizon for 2015! I can tell you already that a Spring Release is in the works (Zombie Wolf!) and Part 7 of the Vampire from Hell series is set for this Summer.

Happy New Year!


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