Welcome to Day 7 of our Blog Tour Author introductions. Today we have Mary Alice Pritchard.
Here's a little info that I could dig up about her.
Born in Greenwood, Mississippi, Mary Alice Pritchard has lived all over the state of Mississippi. She's a nurse and has worked in nearly every area of the profession including Home Health and Hospice. Her favorite area in the hospital is the Emergency Department with its fast pace and constant change, a true adrenaline junkie!
Drawing from the rich culture of theSouth and her own menagerie of experiences over the years, she spins addictive tales of romantic intrigue, mystery and suspense mixed with the paranormal and lightly sprinkled with her unique style of humor.
Presently living in the northern part of the state, she works in the reimbursement area of finance for a large health system and quietly creates conspiracies and conundrums to entertain herself while plugging away at work. She lives with several muses who both inspire and conspire against her, their feline antics a constant source of entertainment and inspiration for her writing. Her love of animals is only matched by her love of books and the joy of exploring a new world every time she begins a new one.
Here's a peek at her latest, Leopard Dreams, Book 2 of her Tales of the Cat.
Zack is a were-jaguar, first to be king of the southern pride, and in Kristen he's found his true mate. But is she part of the experiments the humans are performing on weres? Or is she innocent? Will he have to fight his best friend and the king to possess her?
Kristen is a were-leopard searching for her brother. She doesn't need, or want, a mate--especially not a jaguar. Despite all of Zack's efforts, she refuses to acknowledge him. Will she learn to trust Zack? Or will she run away to escape her past and Zack's love?
His mouth dipped down to softly touch her lips with his. He placed soft kisses against her lips, butterfly kisses that made her shiver and ache to reach up and grab his hair. She wanted to pull him down against her, but she balled her hands into fists under the sudsy water and just let him kiss her like a china doll.
The feel of his lips so light and delicate against the corner of her mouth and then the corners of her eyes drew a whimper from deep inside. Kristen wanted to curse the weakness washing over her in slow thick waves. His mouth moved to her temple.
Heat reached out from his body to hers and though he didn't touch her anywhere with any part of his body other than his lips, she wanted him to. Dear God, she wanted him to touch her all over.
Ooo la la. Sounds like a hot one!