People didn’t just happen to “drop by for a visit” at midnight. Whoever was on the other side of that door either had a good reason, one that she probably didn’t want to hear, or would wish they had once she finished tearing them apart.
Dr. Zeara Faxfire and her side-kick cat, Magic, are on the case when a panther is discovered during a police investigation of a missing boy. The fact the panther can write is only slightly scarier than Zeara’s attraction to Detective Markovich. Add a little magic, some mayhem, and scientific proof of the paranormal, and she ends up knee-deep in trouble. Can she find the missing boy, solve the riddle of the panther, and face her own past before time runs out? Or will the only way to give everyone a happy ending come at the expense of the job she loves?
Did you want to work with animals from the time you were a child?
Animals have this unique way of working with you even when you don’t know it. From the time I was born, there was always a draw toward animals. I remember pretending they could talk as a child. No animal has ever had a place in my heart quite like Magic, though.
Your cat, Magic, is a bit of a troublemaker. Has he ever interrupted a romantic evening with his antics?
Romantic evenings? Hahaha. Oh wait, you’re serious. I’m not really sure I should talk about it, but he did attack Jake once. Of course it had to be the only time in years I’ve even come close to sex. We were kissing, then some stuff happened that created some tension. Magic was only trying to defend me. I think he believed Detective Markovich was attacking me.
On a totally superficial note, what’s the first thing that caught your attention about Detective Markovich? Eyes? Smile? Rear view?
His awkwardness. The moment we met, he was a screw up. Things didn’t get much better after that. Yet, I couldn’t stop laughing. Maybe he’ll think twice from now on before assuming a hefty cat isn’t sensitive about its size.
What’s the most awkward first date you’ve ever been on?
Well, I guess that revolves around Jake too. Dates that start with, “I’m sorry my cat turned your thigh into a bloody scratching post” don’t bode well. The fact it ended with a choice between a job offer or a threat from Karma only made it that much more…fun?
Okay, what’s with the fuzzy cow print jammies? Were they a gift, on sale, or a deliberate purchase? Have you retired them now that you have a boyfriend?
Oh, for goodness sakes. Wear your pajamas to work one time and even people who aren’t coworkers find out about it. It was casual Friday. Or it was supposed to be. They should really define “casual,” if you ask me. As for where I got them, they were a gift to myself. I like pajamas that cuddle back. And no, I have not retired them, or any of my other fuzzy jammies.
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