AC Katt was born in New York City’s Greenwich Village. She remembers sitting at the fountain in Washington Square Park listening to folk music while they passed the hat. At nine, her parents dragged her to New Jersey where she grew up, married and raised four children and became a voracious reader of romantic fiction. At one time she owned over two thousand novels, until she and her husband took themselves and the cat to New Mexico for their health and its great beauty.
Now, most of AC’s books are electronic (although she still keeps six bookcases of hardcovers), so she never has to give away another book.
She hangs out at ACKatt.com; or ackattsjournal.com. This is a very opinionated kitty and at ackatt.com where you may find snippets of her current releases, as well as some from works in progress.
CC: What gets you in the mood to write?
ACK: I write in my great room with my husband watching TV so I put on headphones and listen to falling rain. The rain sounds so relaxing that it puts me in the mood to write and I’m not distracted by the television.
CC: How do you write?
ACK: I’m a seat of the pants writer. I don’t outline. I have an idea of what the beginning, middle and end should be and I just go for it.
CC: Where do you keep your inspiration?
ACK: Anywhere it wants to be. Sometimes a book, a song lyric, a painting, anything can give me an idea for a book.
CC: Where do you write?
ACK: I have a sectional sofa in the great room with a recliner in one corner. I sit on the recliner with the PC Notebook on my lap, the cat by my side and write away.
CC: Why do you write?
ACK: I write because I have to. I have stories in my head that won’t leave me alone until I tell them.
CC: Is there a genre you haven’t written, but would like to explore?
ACK: I’ve done paranormal and like to try fantasy.
CC: How do you choose names for your characters?
ACK: My characters are usually ethnic so I look names up on the net.
Release Date: 3/4/16
Blurb: Aden, Book 4 The Werewolves of Manhattan Series: M/M Gay Paranormal Romance
Returning from his territory in Atlanta, Alpha Gabriel Martin stumbles across a man in an alleyway who has been gang raped… his mate.
Gabriel Martin has hope. Three of the Alphas on the council have found mates in the past year and a half. Returning to New York from Atlanta, he comes across a human who has been raped in an alleyway. The human is his mate, Kane Brady.
Kane has been teaching at the local high school and refuses to rubberstamp the education of their star basketball players—almost paying the price with his life. He’s unusual as he’s a Human Omega but he can’t be intimate with Gabriel because of his horrific experience.
It’s up to the Alphas and their Mates to help Kane recover and accept all that it is to be with Gabriel.
First Week in December Friday
The faculty room at New York City’s McClellan High School reeked of industrial strength cleaner, sweat socks, and chalk. The walls were made of dirty beige concrete blocks and the linoleum was beginning to crack. Today it was empty save for Coach Tom Hughes and Kane Brady, the junior year English teacher, who were involved in a heated exchange.
“Neither Johnny Sanders nor Deon Jackson did the work. They didn’t turn in one homework assignment all semester, they refused to take all of their tests and didn’t even bother to do their term papers. I have to fail them.”
“Do you realize that Johnny is the power forward and Deon is the point guard for McClellan High School’s basketball team? This year’s team has a shot at the state championship.”
“Tom, they’re not here to learn to play basketball, they can do that on the street or at the Y. They’re here for an education and they won’t get one if we continue to pass students along without them doing the work required to get a passing grade.”
“Are you telling me physical education isn’t important?” Coach loomed over Kane, who was only five-foot-six.
“Physical Education is as important as English is to their development. If they failed to show up for your class, sat on the sidelines for every exercise and disrupted the class on a regular basis what would you do? I know you’ve failed students.” Kane’s eyes blazed.
“I didn’t fail our two, star basketball players,” the Coach huffed.
“Talk to them about what happened. I didn’t want to be unreasonable so when I realized they were on the team and failing my class, I told the boys in November what they had to do to pass. I also told their parents. They didn’t do it. They didn’t turn in one missed homework assignment or the term paper I assigned in September.”
“They don’t have time for all that shit, they have to practice. The other teachers go along. This is your first year here. You fail Deon and Johnny and you’re out on your ear.” Coach drank the sludge they called coffee and stared at Kane pointedly.
“And I’m out on my ear if these kids don’t pass the standardized tests at the end of the school year.”
“There are ways of getting around that.” Coach Hughes was trying to physically intimidate him, and Kane wasn’t buying it.
“So which do you suggest, do I sacrifice their education so they graduate without being able to read passed a sixth-grade level? Or do you suggest I fail them and give them the incentive to pass next semester so they can play ball?”
“These boys can get scholarships for college if they play,” the coach said belligerently.
“And if they don’t do the work here, their professors will fail them because they can’t keep up and they won’t be able to play or pay for the education they were promised.” Kane was practically begging the coach to put the kids and their futures first.
“They have difficult lives at home.” The coach got sanctimonious.
“No, they don’t. They have both of their parents and both sets of parents work. Deon’s father is a policeman and Johnny’s mother is a nurse. I’ve spoken to them and they agree with my decision. Their boys have gotten out of hand. They are aware that their sons have not done any school work for the past two years, with the school turning a blind eye. As I said, I have their full support. The parents would rather have their sons educated than have them only know how to play basketball.”
“They don’t have the mental capacity to do the work.”
“I’d like to see you tell that to their parents. If they were incapable of doing the assignments, I’d suggest putting them in a remedial class, but they can do the work, they just refuse to do it.” Kane glared at the coach.
“One way or another, you’ll pay for this. Those kids were my ticket to coaching college ball and I’m not going to lose out because of you”,” Tom shouted. Kane shrunk back. The coach was six foot six and about two-hundred fifty pounds to his one-forty soaking wet.
“Get them another student to tutor them. If they catch up, I’ll change their grade,” Kane offered.
“Fuck you, Brady. Either you pass both Deon and Johnny, or you’ll pay the consequences. This is what happens when you let fags teach school.”
“I could have you fired for that remark.”
The coach pushed him up against a wall, shook him and said, “Buddy, you’re not going to be around long enough to complain.” He let Kane go and Kane slipped to the floor.
Tom Hughes tore out of the faculty room and down the corridor.
Kane had stood his ground but was shaking in his boots. He wished he had someone to talk to about this, but this was his first year teaching and since he came in August from Indiana, he hadn’t had time to make friends. The coach had been at the school for five years. What is my word worth against his?
The coach approached Johnny and Deon in the locker room. “He won’t budge. If you get your papers in, he’ll pass you, if you don’t you fail. You should have made a token effort.”
“Why should we have to be in class with a fag? Why would I want to do work for a fag? He needs schooling of a different kind. By the time Deon and I are through with him, there’ll be a new teacher in English three who gets how to play the game.” Johnny’s smile boded no good for Kane Brady.
“Yeah, let’s see how much he really likes to take it up the ass.” Deon poked his friend in the ribs. “We’ll make it a team effort.” Deon laughed out loud.
“Yeah sort of like a class project,” Johnny smirked.
“I didn’t hear you say that. Remember, if you get caught, it will go worse for you than if you fail,” Coach told them. “You’re courting jail time and then no college or pro team will have you.”
“You’re just as guilty as we are for encouraging us not to participate in that fag’s class and you’ve threatened other teachers before this.” Deon spat. “This one is the first one to face you down. The fag has balls, who knew?”
“If he fails us, you don’t get to coach college ball. If we get caught, you don’t get to coach college ball. It would be in your interest to let us know where he lives so we can take care of business, and to provide us with an alibi if we need one.” Johnny stood waiting for the requested information.
“He sometimes stays late to review papers and make up his lesson plans. You can follow him home. If you get caught, you’re on your own.”
“No, we’re not. You’re right there with us. We told you what we’re going to do, if you don’t report us, you’re as guilty as we are. But, we all know you won’t make any waves because you want that college coaching position.”
“All right, go, do your worst. If you get caught, I know nothing.”
“Right…” said Deon as he elbowed Johnny in the ribs and smirked.
Kane hadn’t realized it was after nine. He was grading papers. It was easier to do that at school. Here he could spread out unlike in his efficiency apartment. However, his apartment was only two blocks from work on the edge of New York’s trendy SOHO and convenient to shopping. It also had huge windows which let in more light than the usual city apartment. His was a neighborhood in flux. He lived in an old tenement and there was a pricey new high-rise down the block at Ten Sullivan. It was the tallest building in SOHO.
Kane sighed, gathered up his papers, put them in his satchel and closed up his classroom.
“Good night, Ernie,” he called to the janitor as he left the building.
“Good night Mr. Brady. You be careful. There’s a lot of snow and ice outside and they’re predicting another storm. Schools will probably be closed tomorrow.
“I’ll be careful. Thanks.”
Kane shivered in the cold. The walk home seemed more difficult tonight, feet dragging through the snow piles with the wind gusts almost picking him up off the ground. He kept on looking over his shoulder. Kane was sure someone was following him. Every time he glanced backward he saw shadows in doorways.
He looked around again and watched five boys in ski masks come out of an alley. They were walking quickly toward him, with seeming purpose. As they got closer, he realized that they were following him. He began to walk faster. They also picked up speed. Kane started to run.
Second Week of December, Monday
Gabriel Martin was frustrated ever since he got off his private plane in Newark. They’d landed at a most inopportune time. He was dreaming about his Mate. It felt like a true dream, the kind the talented have.
His Mate was not how he always pictured him. He was small, fine-boned, not tall. He was a teacher, not a scientist, but he was all that Gabriel hoped he would be.
His Mate greeted him at the door, jumping into his arms. Gabriel carried him up to bed. They slowly undressed, each putting on a show for the other until the tension was too high and they had to make love. Suddenly they were in bed. Gabriel had no idea how they got there. His Mate, after several soul-stirring kisses, moved down his sternum past his navel to his cock. He licked around the top, pulling back the delicate foreskin, running his tongue around the rim. His Mate had no gag reflex and swallowed him whole.
Gabriel touched his dirty blonde hair and his Mate looked up at him with blue-green eyes, he popped off his cock and turned around presenting himself for Gabriel’s use. He had prepared himself before Gabriel got home and was on his hands and knees waiting for Gabriel to take him. Gabriel’s fangs elongated as he got ready to make love to his Mate, his everything.
A knock sounded at the door. He was awakened by his general factotum and driver, Leon Mercier. It was just a dream. A realistic dream, but a dream nonetheless.
“Alpha Martin, we’re landed. I have the car waiting on the tarmac.”
“I’ll be there in a moment,” Gabriel said in frustration. His dream always ended on the same note, almost but not quite. He believed in portents. Gabriel was sure he’d met his Mate in his dreams. He hoped soon to meet him in the flesh.
The ride from Newark was tedious. The snow and sleet made for rough going on the road even with the new Navigator limousines Remy had them purchase. Once they finally reached Sullivan Street, there was the mother of all traffic jams. He needed to walk off the doldrums that his dream of someday always brought him. Gabriel tapped on the partition that separated him and Gaspard from Leon.
“Take the limo to the garage. Gaspard and I will walk home, it’s only a block and with the traffic snarled because of the accident ahead of us it will take thirty minutes to travel the distance in the limo.”
“Alpha, it’s cold outside and you’re not used to this weather yet. Atlanta is very different than New York City.”
“We’re loup garou. We’re bred for this weather. I’ll be fine, you’re fussing over nothing.”
Just as he got out of the car, he heard a moan. He turned his head and saw a man in an empty lot staggering, trying to remain upright and attempting to fasten his clothing which had been ripped to shreds. There was blood dripping down his leg. His eyes were rapidly closing and his face swelling from many blows. Through the torn clothing, Gabriel could see his white underwear was stained bright red.
He called Leon. “Wait.”
Gabriel ran toward the man to render aid. Gaspard yelled, “Alpha, you may not want to get involved. Call nine-one-one.”
“You call nine-one-one, I’m going to try to help him.”
The man staggered across the lot. “Please… I can’t see and I need to get to a hospital.” The man was small. He wore a cheap suit and scattered all over the empty lot were what looked like graded papers.
Gabriel put his arm out to steady the man. He smelled pears over the stench of urine, blood, and semen. The moment skin touched skin his wolf cried, Mate, Mine.
Gabriel shouted over the Alpha link, Get help now. This is my Mate.
His Mate started talking and couldn’t seem to stop. “There were five of them. They wore ski masks and had a gun. They called me by name. I’m no one. Why would they do this, for a passing grade?” He started to sob. “I’m going be sick.” The man turned around and vomited on the sidewalk. “I’m sorry. That won’t happen again. I think I need to go to…” The man attempted to walk but fell to his knees.
Gabriel knelt down and put his arm around his Mate’s shoulders. “It’s going to be all right. I promise. Let’s get you to a hospital. I’m going to pick you up and carry you to my limo.” Gabriel stood and lifted him from the ground.
“I can’t, I’ll make a mess. If you call an ambulance or a cab, I can sit and wait on the curb.”
“No, you can’t. You’re bleeding badly and your eyes are so swollen you can’t see. You’re coming with me.” Gabriel lifted him up off the ground and carried him to the limousine.
Miraculously, the accident had cleared and the traffic unsnarled by the time they got to the limo. The gods are kind.
Gabriel placed his Mate in the back seat of the limousine and slid in beside him.
“Which hospital is closest?” he shouted at Leon.
“Beth Israel. Artis has admitting privileges there.”
“Call Armand and get Artis over there now.”
“What’s your name, baby?” Gabriel asked gently.
Kane reached around for his coat to cover himself and felt in its pocket.
“They took my wallet.” He started to sob.
“Easy now, easy. We’re going to get you help. I’m Gabriel Martin, just tell me your name.”
Gabriel was trying to control his temper. Right now he wanted to rip someone’s head off. The rape of a Mate was the worst crime that could be perpetrated against an Alpha. I have to reign it in, my Mate needs me. He’s talking to me. I have to focus.
“Kane Brady, I teach Junior English at McClellan. Oh my God, did I lose all of the student’s papers? They had a gun, they hit my face with a pistol and made me suck it.”
Now Gabriel was about to be sick. “Don’t worry, I’ll send Gaspard to collect your things. We’re pulling into the Emergency Room. Let me carry you inside.”
“No…too much trouble. I’ll walk.” With Kane leaning heavily on Gabriel, he limped into the waiting room. He moaned in pain. Gabriel wanted to tear someone apart now, his Mate hurt, he could feel his pain over the burgeoning Mate link.
“Baby, I’m Gabriel Martin, for tonight you are my fiancé.” He sought out the triage nurse. “I need Dr. Artis, my fiancé has been raped.”