Release Date: November 12, 2016
Pages: 120 Pages
Carter Embree has always hoped to be rescued from his productive, tragically boring, and (slightly) ethically compromised life. But when an urchin at a grocery store shoves a bundle of fluff into his hands, Carter goes from rescuee to rescuer—and he needs a little help.
Sandy Corrigan, the vet tech who helps ease Carter into the world of dog ownership, first assumes that Carter is a crazy-pants client who just needs to relax. But as Sandy gets a glimpse into the funny, kind, sexy man under Carter’s mild-mannered exterior, he sees that with a little care and feeding, Carter might be Super-Pet Owner—and decent boyfriend material to boot.
But Carter needs to see himself as a hero first. As he says good-bye to his pristine house and hello to carpet treatments and dog walkers, he finds that there really is more to himself than a researching drudge without a backbone. A Carter Embree can rate a Sandy Corrigan. He can be supportive, he can be a hero, he can be a man who stands up for his principles!
He can be the owner of a small dog.
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Val’s Story By Amy Lane
Freckles is essentially a love letter to my small idiot dogs whom I adore.
But I used to consider myself a cat person—in fact, I couldn’t understand why anybody, when confronted with the superiority of the feline quadruped would stoop to owning a dog.
I mean, I changed my tune later on in life, but I have to admit… when a reader wanted to know what happened when Freckles, who is Carter’s dog, eventually meets Val, who is Sandy’s giant angry calico cat, I was rather curious myself.
I’m pretty sure Val was not nearly as excited to move into Carter’s house as Sandy was.
Angry Calico Diaries—When Val Meets Carter
Today, the human brought home another human that smelled like my human. This is significant. His roommates don’t smell like him—he reserves his smell for those who share his bed. It’s important to know this so I can share my smell with them too. Heh heh heh… see what I did there? Share my smell… yes…
This human had a curious quality though. He could render me unable to fight. When he picked me up, I was fully prepared to bite the shit out of him, as I did the others, but this one gazed at me with these foolishly kind eyes and I was rendered frozen, immobile, unable to exact my revenge on him for sharing my person’s smell!
I shall have to ponder this. Why this human? Should I tolerate his kindness? Do I have a choice?
Of course, I do! The next time I see this person, I shall destroy his pants and vomit in his shoes. It’s only fair—it’s what I did to the last man he brought home to take my place.
Angry Calico Diaries—The First Day in the New Home
Where have I gone wrong?
I must blame the new human with the oddly charming eyes and the soothing, oddly comforting chest.
I thought I was going to the vets. Not my favorite place, but they have learned to respect the power of stress diarrhea, so I have respect. Imagine my horror when I was introduced to another house.
True, I had my own room, with my own litter box and my own food—but this was not my house.
I wandered this room, sad, meowing piteously on purpose so that somebody could come save me—so my human could come save me, and who walks in?
He does. The man with the hazel eyes who melts my black rodent-killing heart like butter.
Dear Diary—he was kind, and he was quiet, and he scratched that spot under my chin that only my human knows. My human came many hours later, but by then, I had been petted into unconsciousness and my panic was no more.
Who is this man? Why does he affect me so? Why does my heart beat steadier and happier when he comes nigh?
Wait… wait… that’s not my heart. It’s a hairball.
Oh wow. I feel so much better. Assholes. They shall know my wrath.
Angry Calico Diaries—I Discover “The Catch”
Abort! Abort! Abort! Mission “Make nice with new human’s house” is a debacle! All friendly overtures are a STOP!
The human has a PARASITE!
Oh, Dear God, I thought we had solved this issue with the last human, I really did. That human had a parasite too—a big, stupid, subservient one. Heh heh… I had that dog pussy-cat whipped on day one.
And just when I got him trained, he was taken from me, and ALL my good work went for naught—the bastards! I knew there was a reason I retched in that human’s shoes every day I knew him.
But here I was, happy in my new surrounds. My old human spent much time with me, the new human was acceptable, and then… oh God. The horror.
I was taking second napses in the sunlight. It was my third day in the new abode, and the humans had taken my wishes into account and closed the door until this moment, knowing how the outside world vexes me so.
Today, apparently weary of my happiness, they left the door open, and my second napses was INTERRUPTED. Oh, woe to the creature who interrupts my first, second, third or fourth napses. Fifth napses is touch and go, sometimes I have had nearly enough sleep. And not just interrupted—they were interrupted by a terrible cacophony, a guttural ear-shattering bullet-like sound that filled my very soul with the burning anger of a thousand sons.
I looked around my vast and squishy perch—humans call it a “guest bed”—for the source of this interloper’s terrible cry—and I swear, I almost fell back asleep before I realized that this parasite was much smaller than the last one I dealt with.
This one was almost too small to get on top of the bed.
I say almost—and I had a bad moment when I was confronted with a bounding slobbering whimpering nightmare of fur and—oh dear God—cuteness. I was almost too gobsmacked to knock it off the bed.
I’m going to spend some time hiding in the closet now, plotting my revenge against this thing. There are some things in this life I tolerate: sunny spots to sleep in, the exact wet food I crave, copious amounts of attention—and some things I don’t. Children, kibble, too many scratches on the stomach—all of these are forbidden.
Dogs—oh, the horror—dogs are to be killed with fire.
This parasite will never know what hit it.
To Be Continued… after Christmas, when Val has been spoiled rotten by both Carter and Sandy, and Freckles has taught her the joys of having her ears licked until clean.
So there you have it—the meeting between Val and Freckles.
We can only imagine what happens next…
Now available from Riptide Publishing. http://riptidepublishing.com/titles/freckles
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Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2evPvEL
About Amy Lane
Amy Lane exists happily with her noisy family in a crumbling suburban crapmansion, and equally happily with the surprisingly demanding voices who live in her head.
She loves cats, movies, yarn, pretty colors, pretty men, shiny things, and Twu Wuv, and despises house cleaning, low fat granola bars, and vainglorious prickweenies.
She can be found at her computer, dodging housework, or simultaneously reading, watching television, and knitting, because she likes to freak people out by proving it can be done.
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