DIY for Unwanted Animals

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The month of February sees so many pets abandoned by their new owners who received these fur babies as Christmas presents.  Whether it’s a lack of space or puppy/dog behavior issues, many fur babies find themselves at a high-kill shelter.   Perhaps it’s a matter of the animal maturing into a young adult, and they aren’t as ‘cute’ as they were under the Christmas tree.

Whatever the reason, the season changes and the situation persists.  Please take time to consider the lives that are lost due to neglect and abandonment.  If you can contribute to your local shelter, please do so.  So many lives come in the front door and leave by the back door of a high-kill shelter.  This is the hard truth.

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Did you know, anyone can volunteer.  There are few requirements to become a volunteer.  A love for animals and a desire to help make a difference are all the qualifications necessary.  Something as simple as walking a dog at the local pound helps so much.  Imagine if you lost your dignity through no fault of your own.  The small things matter too.

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If you can’t adopt, foster.  If you can’t foster, contribute with your money and/or your time.  Donations are always welcome and the small time you spend at a shelter provides so much to the animals as well as your own sense of worth.

You don’t have to run a 501c rescue or be a part of an association to make a difference.  Something like sharing on social media can save the life of a pup or kitten before disease and death visit.

Finally, please remember to adopt, don’t shop.  Thank you for helping these creatures who depend on us for their survival.

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Friday Teaser – Reviews of Beyond the Veil

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Beyond the Veil, Book One of Shadow Company – Aubrie and Logan

Many thanks to the readers who shared a review of Beyond the Veil, Book One of Shadow Company.

Nola writes:

An excellent paranormal romance. Logan and Aubrie have that anger and sexual tension thing going on throughout the book. Wow, such stubborn characters! Great plot and well developed! I also enjoyed the secondary characters and feel they are going to be seen again.
Catherine Wolffe can fill my Kindle any day! She is a master at her craft!

Kay writes:

This story will have you on the edge of your seat the whole time. If you love shadow walkers, seer’s, warlocks, demons, and spells, then you need this book. When Aubrie is taken by the demon shadow walker, Logan goes Beyond The Veil to get her back. This is a great story, and I can’t wait for book 2!

Jane writes:

OMG-WOW. .shadow-walkers, demons, portals, Netherworld, and veils, with Seers and Warlocks.. and Marie Laveau.. what a story. Details are intricate. .the story is intriguing and interesting. I love the characters. And am surprised by the story line… It took me differently than I thought it would.
Aubrie Sinclair, a seer from a long line of empaths -meets-Logan Latimar, an ex-Navy SEAL, and warlock. Now Girl meets Navy Seal is enough to be a Super Hot read, but then add the paranormal to it and WOW!! Logan returns from war to work in his brother’s garage, but war doesn’t leave him, the dreams come, and they seem to bring not only the past but the present with them. Aubrie is not only a seer, but a budding author who lives alone with her two dogs, and a horse out in the country and gets visits from a friendly shadow-walker at times. But now she’s pulled into dreams of a war with the hometown hero Logan while being stalked by a demon portraying himself as a shadow-walker.
Will she help Logan with his dreams? And will he rescue her from them and her own trouble with her stalker too? And will Love, the purest form of good help both? I don’t give away spoilers, just advice. READ THIS FANTASTIC BOOK!!

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An update on Beyond the Veil – A featured read in the upcoming Sizzling Summer Party hosted by The Romance Reviews.  I hope you’ll join me June 1 for giveaways and prizes.  Don’t miss your chance to stock up on loads of great reads just in time for summer.

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Now back to the writing cave.  Deliberate Intent is nearing the HEA, and I still have work to do.  (Smiling)  Happy Friday and happy Memorial Day weekend.  Thanks for dropping by!

 

Beyond the Veil

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The end of 2016 marks my sixth year as a romance author.  I love the journey and look forward to many more tales of suspense and mystery within the genre of fantasy.  My latest book, Beyond the Veil, book 1 of the Shadow Company series, scheduled for release at the end of the year brings magic to life.  I plan on sharing small snippets of the book with you, the readers in the coming weeks. To begin, here is the synopsis.

Beyond the Veil, book 1 of the Shadow Company series

Aubrie Nelson wanted peace.  As a seer, she cherishes living alone with only her dogs and horse as companions on a quiet farm in the hills of northern Louisiana.  The solitude allows her to harness her gift and banish the unwelcome voices in her head.  Her world is turned upside down when she meets Logan Latimar, former Navy SEAL, and warlock.

Evil lurks in the fog.  Logan has seen the demons in his tours as a Navy SEAL.  Even his talents as a warlock can not rid his world of the danger, residing on the other side of the light.

Can his attraction to Aubrie be more than a mere fascination?  Or, are they destined to face the shadow walkers from the netherworld?  Together they embark on a spin chilling adventure as self-proclaimed saviors of the world.

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“So that’s why you love it way out here.”  Logan scanned the darkness, examining the silhouettes in the burgeoning moonlight.  “I understand it now.  This place is your haven, your sanctuary.”  Turning, his eyes traced her features.  “You’re an amazing woman, Aubrie.”

“Not really.”  The laugh escaped unbidden.  Now, she gripped the rail.  Its strength she found necessary at the moment.  “Some say I’m crazy.”

Silence filled the air.

Funny, she had expected him to disagree.  She shot him a glance from beneath her lashes.  He started to laugh.  Starting as a bubble of amusement, Logan did not finish until he held his side.  “A stitch, sorry.”  Having trouble breathing, he clutched his middle.

She did not know whether to ignore the outburst or roll with the mood.  “What’s so funny, exactly?”

“I’m sorry.  Folks were calling you crazy.  I find that ironic is all.”  He smoothed a stray length of hair back from his forehead.  “You see the way the Army smothers a mistake is to cast aspersions on those involved.  If you find yourself under fire, cause a diversion.  We were labeled crazy by the shrinks once we got stateside due to our dispute over the call to disengage that night.  It’s so convenient for them to label you with PTSD and close the book on you.  Honorable discharges dished out all around.  Hoorah, team five.”  He waved a long finger in a circle above her head.  One pious general even mentioned how grateful we should be to have our pension intact.  He said how we could have been court-martialed for insubordination under fire.”

“You think I’m running don’t you?”  Aubrie watched him carefully.

“What?”  He shook his dark head.  “No! Why do you say that?”

Extending her arms, she encompassed the dark space before them.  “You see a coward who had rather live alone than face the world.  You think I believe you’re a coward.”

His eyes deepened to forest green.  Sparks of amber sizzled around his pupils.  “I don’t believe any such thing.  Quit putting words in my mouth, woman.  That’s not the way it is.”  Shoving back, he turned his back to her.  A moment passed.  Slowly, he turned to face her.  “I see what you’re up to.  You’re goading me aren’t you.  Trying to remind me, I’m not a victim here.  Am I right?”

She glanced out at the new moon’s gleam over her tiny valley.  “A man needs to remember why he’s fighting and for who.”  She turned away, walking down the length of the deck.  As she did, she glanced back.  “Small minded people will always believe what they want.  It helps them sleep at night, I suppose.  You and I believe in truth and justice.  I guess that makes us off kilter for some.”

“You had me going there for a minute.  Of course, I don’t believe the talk or the diagnosis.  We know what we were put here for, and that’s all that matters.”  Logan narrowed the distance between them.  Sweeping Aubrie up, he kissed her hard.

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Beyond the Veil, a work of fiction and the copyrighted material of Catherine Wolffe, the author is not eligible for reprint or sharing except with the permission of Catherine Wolffe.

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A Rough Year

Creative writing is like taking flight.

Sometimes in life, things assail people that catch them completely off guard.  This year has seen some of these road blocks in this writer’s life.  Reality is a rough place to reside when you face the ugly side of our existence on earth.

I wish I could tell you the answer for me was to escape into writing.  But dealing with health issues and denial of your own mortality overrode my creative nature.  Sorry, but that’s truth.  Does that make me weak?  I do not have the answer to that one.  Today I opened my story file to work on the tale of a witch with PTSD in love with an empath kidnapped by a narcissistic demon.  The contents could mirror my mental state at this point.

The good news is I am closing in on the end of the story, and I am sure of one thing.  Life goes on.  I will survive.  I will not make promises.  Everyone has the promise to offer, so I will not compete.  Instead, I will seek the creativity to heal my battered soul.  The story will end when it is time.

For those of you who have patiently waited, here is an excerpt of my latest work in progress, Beyond The Veil. Thank you for your continued support.

Rockets whistled overhead.  Gunfire erupted all around Logan’s unit.  He blinked away the vision of Luke’s lifeless body lying in a pool of blood.  “Gotta stay here.  Gotta focus.  Just a vision.  Nothing more.”  Logan raked fingers through his hair.  Snarling at the noise, he crouched low.  The feel of his mind slipping from reality made his breath come in quick pants.  Gas fumes and burning rubber assailed his senses.  “Gotta get out of here.”  Logan closed his eyes and covered his head with his fists.

The sound of a chopper sitting down reminded him he had to evacuate.  Sweat popped out as he took a couple of steps toward the door.  There was not the time for the sense of dread, which enveloped him.  Still, the image of another person standing behind Luke frazzled his nerves.  Logan cursed low under his breath.  The sense of De Ja Vu whirled in his head.  He stumbled before clutching the doorframe.

He had struggled with the image ever since he returned from the ‘sandbox’.  Figuring it was a figment of a battle weary brain or some psychotic meltdown did not stop Luke’s form from popping up at the worst times, like now.  He could not see ghosts now – not now.  Shaking out the kinks, Logan forced one foot in front of the other.  “Stay in the present,” he murmured.  Willing away the thoughts, Logan forced his brain to think of Aubrie.  She was safe and out of harm’s way.  The crystals he had given Gus to use would keep Aubrie safe until he could stop this disaster from happening.  Her alter ego; Valcura was going to be pissed.  Logan grinned at the image of her flying off the handle and gathering a head of steam to dump on his ass when he returned.  A quick prick of guilt reminded him of the trick he had used to keep her out of the action.  So what if she was pissed at him for holding her hostage until he could eliminate Absol and his band of merry warriors.  The eye roll brought back the headache.  Tension gripped his neck.

“Time to rock and roll, bro.”

Logan wiped away the dirt.  The voice reminded him of Luke.  Searching behind him, he confronted his buddy standing much as he had the day they’d left for Afghanistan.  Luke, the boy from back home, the quarterback and hero, stretched to his entire six foot two frame and grinned for Logan.  Gathering his wits, the former Navy SEAL shook away the memory.  “Gotta focus.  Can’t go in halfcocked.”

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Thank you for sharing with your friends.  Your support means so much.

This excerpt from Beyond The Veil, book 1 of Shadow Company is copyrighted material and the property of Catherine Wolffe, author.

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Thankful

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It’s been five years since I began writing.  Sometimes, I wonder what I’d have done if I hadn’t found writing as an outlet for my thoughts, concerns, ideas, creative energy.

Lately, I enjoy writing in a historical setting with paranormal elements such as wolves and werewolves.  The mysticism allows my mind wander and ask ‘why not?’

There are times I sit and simply read through the story in my head.  Getting to know the characters and their personalities, quirks and talents always prove to be a challenge I love tackling.

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What would you say, if I told you, the next book will include the 3rd great granddaughter of Laura Sinclair as well as an ancient sorcerer’s nephew? ‘Magic Man’ is the latest work in progress based on the adventures of the sexy seer, Aubry Slone, and devilishly delicious, Logan Latimar, 3rd great grandnephew of Morgan.  Can he shift?  We’ll see.  So many ways the story could unfold when you write by the seat of your pants, a.k.a. – a ‘pantster.’

In case you are interested, I have ‘Desire’s Embrace’, ‘Comanche Haven’ and ‘Casey’s Gunslinger’ on sale at Smashwords.com and AllRomanceEbooks.com at least until the end of November.  Just my small way of saying thanks for all your support.  Here’s an excerpt from ‘Desire’s Embrace.’

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Morgan could still feel her touch.  The burn ran along his skin in a most enticing way.  He straightened his back, giving the steam buggy a good surge forward.  Eyes on the road, hands on the wheel.  Mind on Miss Sinclair.  Damn it!  Who was he kidding?  The woman had somehow gotten past his guard.  A quick glance in her direction and he had to grin.  The whole episode in his room earlier was totally inappropriate.  Every ounce of blood in his body had surged right to his groin with the feel of her hand on his neck.  Who knew a fool thing like a collar could be useful in sexual arousal.  Irritation rippled along his backbone.  Again, he reminded himself he did not need the added weight of yet another problem.  An affair with Miss Sinclair would be a problem.  Truth!

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