#SNARKTEMBER 5th w/ @HeatherHildenbrandAuthor @HeatherHildenbr #GIVEAWAY
It’s a celebration, bitches!!
Sept 5th is National Cheese Pizza Day. And that means it’s only the 2nd best day ever invented. Right behind November 12th being National Pizza with Everything Day. I wanted to blog for you on National Anchovies Day—but I have a feeling THAT day might not be as popular with anyone that isn’t a cat. Or me. It also doesn’t actually exist.
So here we are.
Funny story: I wrote about pizza in Remembrance, book 1 of my Heart Lines Series: a paranormal romance best described as:
“Witches, Werewolves, and WTF!”
Remembrance is an appropriate thing to help celebrate today since the scene in question has both cheese pizza and cats—a combination I suspected would be fun. When I found this, I knew I wasn’t wrong.
I don’t even really know what’s happening here, but I like it.
Okay, fine. Stop bugging me. Here’s the snippet from Remembrance, a scene where Sam has just come to work to start her shift and found 17 foster cats wandering the store, all of them hungry:
“Mirabelle! The freaking cats are multiplying again!” I yelled, doing a two-step and then a long jump to clear the last of the mewling kitties.
I stumbled on the edge of the rug and barely caught myself from falling, leaning heavily against the doorframe of the back office. A strand of the beaded curtain smacked me in the eyelash. I winced and eyed Mirabelle, my boss, the shaman lady herself.
“The cats—” I began again, but Mirabelle just waved a weathered hand in dismissal.
“They’re getting picked up tonight. Don’t worry about it,” she said, her brown hair streaked with gray blowing in the breeze from the fan mounted on her worktable. Even in the chilly winter months of Half Moon Bay, California, Mirabelle still ran her desktop fan. She claimed the white noise drowned out the spirits. I suspected a bad case of menopause.
Today, Mirabelle wore half a dozen sets of beads around her neck and both wrists. They somehow matched without matching the dark blue and green tie-dye slip dress that clung tight to her rounded hips. Although not as tight as the pink leggings underneath.
Never married. No children of her own. She was the cliché psychic Madame from the movies. A train wreck when it came to fashion and pop culture. The most hair-brained person I’d ever met. Overwhelmingly compassionate. Annoyingly insightful. And she was also my boss.
“Well, in the meantime, they seem hungry,” I pointed out over the sound of the mewling coming from the short hallway behind me.
Mirabelle frowned like she hadn’t ever considered the possibility of living things needing sustenance.
“Hmm. Do we have anything in the break room fridge?” she asked.
“Just an expired bowl of tahini, which I threw away.” I gave her a look that dared her to ask me to feed expired tahini to felines. She frowned deeper.
She went back to measuring the various ingredients spread out over her workspace. I didn’t have to ask what she was doing.
Homemade tinctures. It was one of her specialties, and although it had taken me a few months to admit, they worked. Eleuthero was my favorite. I was practically drinking it like water these days. Mirabelle kept crediting it for the decrease in the number of panic attacks I’d had in the past few months. I credited that more to the decrease in the number of male clients I was forced to interact with when my last panic attack had been public during a delivery. But the herbal tincture did make me feel more relaxed and focused. Unfortunately, none of that added up to answers—the other thing Mirabelle had promised to help with and the main reason I stuck with this weird-ass job.
In her other life, Mirabelle had been a therapist.
“Well … order a pizza then,” she said and waved a hand as if that settled it before returning to the tiny bottles littering her work space.
Cats + pizza = best combination since Betty White and Snickers.
My next book will probably be about cats and pizza in space. JUST so I can use this as the cover.
If you enjoyed what you read, I hope you’ll check out Remembrance. It’s free for Kindle Unlimited AND now available for audio. So you can listen to it while you eat your feelings celebratory pizza today.
Heather Hildenbrand was born and raised in a small town in northern Virginia where she was homeschooled through high school. (She’s only slightly socially awkward as a result.) She writes paranormal and contemporary romance with plenty of abs and angst. Her most frequent hobbies are riding motorcycles and avoiding killer slugs.
You can find out more about Heather and her books at heatherhildenbrand.com