Author: TA Moore
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Anne Cain
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: 14/08/2016
Thank you for having me over today to talk about my new novel Bone to Pick by TA Moore, which will be available from Dreamspinner Press on August 14.
This blog tour is a bit of a departure for me. Usually I do a short story split between the blogs. However, that didn’t really work with Bone to Pick (the characters had met, briefly, before the start of this story but it didn’t go well. Someone might have got punched; someone might have deserved it!). So instead I thought I would give you a spoiler-free introduction to the cast of characters you’ll be meeting in Bone to Pick and tell you a little bit about how I came up with them — and maybe a bit about what I have planned for the future. I hope you enjoy meeting them! I love them all, even the terrible ones.
First of all, though, you’ll want to know what Bone to Pick is about.
Cloister Witte is a man with a dark past and a cute dog. He’s happy to talk about the dog all day, but after growing up in the shadow of a missing brother, a deadbeat dad, and a criminal stepfather, he’d rather leave the past back in Montana. These days he’s a K-9 officer in the San Diego County’s Sheriff’s Department and pays a tithe to his ghosts by doing what no one was able to do for his brother—find the missing and bring them home
He’s good at solving difficult mysteries. The dog is even better.
This time the missing person is a ten-year-old boy who walked into the woods in the middle of the night and didn’t come back. With the antagonistic help of distractingly handsome FBI agent Javi Merlo, it quickly becomes clear that Drew Hartley didn’t run away. He was taken, and the evidence implies he’s not the kidnapper’s first victim. As the search intensifies, old grudges and tragedies are pulled into the light of the day. But with each clue they uncover, it looks more and more unlikely that Drew will be found alive.
Bourneville – K-9
Bourneville is, of course, a German Shepherd. However, there was a period when she was just — ‘just’ — a search-and-rescue dog and she actually spent about a month as a Springer Spaniel.
At this point she was based on my neighbour’s dog, a genial perpetual motion spaniel who used to dig under my fence to come and hang out with me in the garden. He’s a lovely dog, completely batty though.
Problem was, I needed Cloister and Bourneville to be crime-busters, and Springers tend to be used as exclusively sniffer dogs. They don’t have the heft of a German Shepherd, and they have adorable curls (that last one might not have figured into anyone’s reasoning but mine!).
So, Bourneville changed breed.
Now, the thing is that, when I was a kid my aunt bred German Shepherds, and a lot of her dogs joined the police. My mum’s dog, Lady, was pulled out because my aunt wanted to breed her (only to find Lady was infertile, which is how my mum got her). Our other Benz was returned because he was such a soft, ridiculous lump of a dog that he didn’t like biting people. A giant, ridiculous, soft lump mind you. Benz was huge, like a happy bear.
Bourneville, though, she’s mostly Lady. A gorgeous black and tan dog, Lady predated me in the Moore household, and when my mum got pregnant with me people told her ‘oh, that dog won’t like sharing you with a baby!’. My mum would always reassure them that, ‘don’t worry, we can rehome the baby if they don’t get on’.
She probably wasn’t joking, but luckily it didn’t come to that. Lady loved me, and I basically thought I was a puppy for a good chunk of my infancy. I could go on about Lady all day — she rocked my cradle! I stole her bone and gummed it! — but the important thing, and what informed Bourneville was that Lady was the best dog in the world.
Five Facts about Bourneville
1: Her favourite toy is a disgusting old tennis ball that she found somewhere. Cloister keeps taking it off her, but she always finds a nearly identical one.
2: She doesn’t beg for food. Sometimes she’s just pointedly there, though. In your line of sight, not begging.
3: Unfortunately this name was already taken, but when researching K-9s I found a cadaver dog whose name is….wait for it….Indiana Bones!
4: All Bourneville’s littermates were named after candy. Somewhere out there in the world there is a K-9 dog called Twinkie.
5: Bourneville doesn’t really have an opinion on Javi yet. She doesn’t really pay attention to much other than Work! And Man!.
Bio: TA Moore genuinely believed that she was a Cabbage Patch Kid when she was a small child. This was the start of a lifelong attachment to the weird and fantastic. These days she lives in a market town on the Northern Irish coast and her friends have a rule that she can only send them three weird and disturbing links a month (although she still holds that a DIY penis bifurcation guide is interesting, not disturbing). She believes that adding ‘in space!’ to anything makes it at least 40% cooler, will try to pet pretty much any animal she meets (this includes snakes, excludes bugs), and once lied to her friend that she had climbed all the way up to Tintagel Castle in Cornwall, when actually she’d only gotten to the beach, realized it was really high, and chickened out.
She aspires to being a cynical misanthrope, but is unfortunately held back by a sunny disposition and an inability to be mean to strangers. If TA Moore is mean to you, that means you’re friends now.