Thursday, December 18, 2014

INTERVIEW: M.A. Church plus #Giveaway!

Welcome back, M.A.! We’re delighted to see you and your new hat! :) Don that bad boy and let's get this party started <3

You won a unicorn in a poker game (nice hand!) Do you use it for good or for evil?

*blinks* Oh dear, I’m going to need to talk to Tali Spencer about care for unicorns. Hmmm, then again, that might not be such a good idea after all. Vorgell might get wind of it.

Well, heck, I’m just not sure. But I *do* know I’d keep it away from Vorgell, the barbarian from Thick as Thieves. *looks around* He, um, has a thing for unicorn horns. Just saying.

Is there a story you desperately want to write desperately but you’re a little scared to start?

I can say with a total lack of desperately that no, there isn’t. I’ve even stepped over into the ‘dark side’ before, lol. I’ll tackle anything at least once.

Sing us a little song.

So… what you’re saying is you don’t care for your hearing? Is that what I’m getting out of that? *snicker*

You have 200 (More, more, more, MORE) words—Make. Me. Swoon. (PLEASE!)

The music thumped as he slipped in behind me. He was close enough I could feel the press of his body. Returning his smile, I flirted over my shoulder as his hands settled on my hips. A sudden tug pulled me back against him, his hard-on nestled against my ass.
“Oh,” I moaned, eyes fluttering closed. “Fuck, yes.”
Opening my eyes, I moved with him, swaying with the music, and grinding against my mystery man. Need built as he rubbed that marvelously hard cock against my ass. Someone was certainly eager.
And hard.
And oh yeah, hung like a horse.
I reached behind my head, my hand slipping behind his neck, and pulled him closer. He slid one hand off my hip, his nimble fingers tugging at the bottom of my shirt. Whimpering, I let him. Hell, encouraged him even. I needed, dammit. He must have known, because his hand slipped into my tight dress pants, hunting for my… yes. He nibbled on my neck as he stroked my aching dick.
“Good?” He whispered in my ear.
“Could be better.” I hinted, pushing my ass against him, trying to tempt. Please God, let him understand what I needed. He stroked my length, his light touch driving me insane. Need sank its sharp talons into me.
What is your current writing ambition?

Not to lose my mind!

*glares* And I know a few of ya are out there hooting and hollerin’ about how it’s already too late. Hush up!

Now, as I was saying, I’m working on Behind the Eight Ball. It’s the second book in the Fur, Fangs, and Felines series. Trouble Comes in Threes is the first.

Would you ever consider quitting your EDJ to write full time?

*laugh* You’re a day late and a dollar short. Okay, I may be a dollar short, lol. Anyway, already did that. About four years ago, I left teaching to care for a terminal parent. I never went back. I miss the kids and their antics, but not the politics. Of course, lol, there’s some in my author group of friends that make up for that.

What’s one thing people don’t know about you?

*raises eyebrow* But if I told you, I’d have to… well, you know. And we in this world would be too gloomy without you, Raine. So I can’t give it away. *wink*

What story moment are you most proud of having written?

It was from Shadows in the Night. Chip was with his granny when she died. The scene was almost straight from real life. I was with my mom, alone at the hospital, when she passed. I was thankful I was, but it was also one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.

And finally, for the second most important question, you’ve just inherited a dachshund farm. What do you do now?

Panic big time, lol. I’m not a dog person to begin with, but still, that’s a LOT of work. I’ve already raised the kiddos…. I’m done raising things outside of plants, lol. And no, cats don’t count. They’re independent. Just the way I like ‘em!

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Book Name: Trouble Comes in Threes
Author Name: M.A. Church
Length: 234 Pages
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Categories: Contemporary, Fiction, Gay Fiction, Menage/Poly, Paranormal, Romance
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond


A snowstorm in the South—on New Year’s Eve—is a perfect recipe for a catastrophe. After two soul-crushing bad breaks, Kirk’s waiting for disaster number three to strike when naturally, two stray cats arrive on his doorstep during the storm and decide to make themselves at home. Tenderhearted Kirk lets them stay even though there’s something decidedly odd about his overly friendly felines.

Out of the punishing weather, and full of tuna, Dolf and Tal are happy to be snug in Kirk’s house. But then their human goes outside for firewood and suffers a nasty fall that leaves him unconscious. Now the two cats have no choice but to reveal themselves.

Kirk wakes up to find the two kitties are actually Dolf and Tal. They’re cat shifters—and his destined mates. Being part of a feline threesome is enough for Kirk to grapple with, but soon he learns they come from a clowder that doesn’t believe humans and shifters should mix. Kirk knew those two cats would be trouble. Little does he know the real trouble lies ahead.


Dolf picked out the saw he wanted, then followed Tal to another aisle. His mate pointed out the different kinds, but Tal’s words had rapidly faded into a meaningless buzz. There, on the air currents in the store, was the sweetest scent. It was light and flowery, reminding him of honeysuckle. He breathed deeply, taking the scent into himself. His cock hardened immediately and his head spun. A yowl threatened to escape.
That scent… that scent was seductive and alluring. It spoke to him, whispering things that made him need. His cat paced frantically in his mind, tail slashing madly. The need to pounce, to sink his canines in and drink that sweet, life-giving blood of his…. His gums tingled and saliva flooded his mouth.
He swallowed, then swallowed again as his head pounded, his heart rate spiking as one thought screamed through his mind: Mate! Another mate! Where was that scent coming from? Or who? And by the goddess, why? He already had a mate. What was their goddess thinking, giving him another? But he couldn’t ignore the reaction. It had been the same when he met Tal.

~art work done by August (Gus) Li


What inspired you to write Trouble Comes in Threes?

My love of shifters and cats. But I wanted to shake things up and do a regular house cat instead of using a big cat.

Is there anything special you’d like us to know about your book?

Many of the scenes with the cats playing were actually taken from my very own kitty, as were many of the cats’ behaviors.

What are your hopes for this title?

I want it to do well, of course. But I also hope folks like me who love cats find it entertaining. Lord knows, I had a blast writing it. (When I wasn’t cussing it.)

About the Author:

M.A. Church is a true Southern belle who spent many years in the elementary education sector. Now she spends her days lost in fantasy worlds, arguing with hardheaded aliens on far-off planets, herding her numerous shifters, or trying to tempt her country boys away from their fishing poles. It’s a full time job, but hey, someone’s gotta do it!

When not writing, she’s exploring the latest M/M novel to hit the market, watching her beloved Steelers, or sitting glued to HGTV. That’s if she’s not on the back porch tending to the demanding wildlife around the pond in the backyard. The ducks are very outspoken. She’s married to her high school sweetheart, and they have two children.
She was a finalist in the Rainbow awards for 2013.

Author Contact:

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  1. Congratulations on your newest release! Great interview and love the hat!

    1. LOL, thanks! I had that hat from my teaching day.

  2. Hey, Raine, thanks for having me! :)

  3. Thanks for the great interview!