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Susan Kite is an Army brat; which means she grew up everywhere. She didn't begin to settle down until her dad did. She earned two degrees at Utah State University, and began dabbling in writing. However, she didn't get serious until her children were grown. Now it is a contagious disease and she doesn't want to be cured!
Her first novel, My House of Dreams was written after several visits to the Mission San Luis Rey. A fantasy short story was included in an anthology published in 2013 called aMUSEing Tales. Another short story won second place in an online contest. A science-fiction novel, The Mendel Experiment, was published in April, 2015 by World Castle Publishing. 

The author has worked in public school libraries for over thirty years, most recently in Chattanooga, Tennessee. Ms. Kite has been married to the love of her life, Daniel, for over 35 years. They have two children and seven grandchildren and are owned by a bossy cat and an opinionated chiweenie-terrier.

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30 October 2017
General

This was a little Halloween challenge for a party my Etowah Writers group had this past Saturday. Enjoy!  Bwa ha ha!   sue

 

Fright Night

 

 

Bobo was a bully. He chased the squirrels, harassed rabbits, and thoroughly cowed smaller dogs. His favorite quarry, though, was the neighborhood cats. While the mid-sized mutt seldom caught anything, he would sit under a tree and hurl doggie curses at any cat unlucky enough to have wandered inside his yard. Bobo was known to sit under a tree all night, only leaving long enough to grab a quick bite from his bowl or lap a little water, returning before the luckless cat could shimmy down and escape.

His owner’s younger dog remained unscathed only because Billy gave his dog treats to Bobo. For the first year of his life, Billy wondered what a Beggin’ Strip tasted like.

Bobo was king of the heap and fully intended to keep it that way.

One day, to both dogs’ surprise, one of their people came home from a trip with a scruffy, skinny kitten. It was entirely black, with the largest yellow eyes Bobo had ever seen. The tail had a kink at the end, even some of its whiskers were bent.

“Now, Bobo, Billy, meet Phù Thuỷ.” The human female scratched her chin and then smiled. “I think that is what the lady in Ho Chi Minh City called her. But I couldn’t resist this sweet morsel, even with all the red tape. So I expect you two to treat her nicely.” She cradled the kitten as she walked to the bedroom.

“Phooey, eh?” Bobo snickered. “This is going to be fun.”

“I don’t think Mama will like it if you mess with the newest member of the family,” Billy suggested.

Bobo growled and Billy scooted under the couch, where thankfully, Bobo couldn’t follow. The kitten would fit underneath, too. Billy suspected they would get to know each other well.

They did. In the days that followed, Bobo chased the kitten, stole her food, snatched at her tail, and growled at her when she was using her litter box. The kitten did what she could to stay out of the bigger dog’s way, and often ended up under the couch with Billy. She seemed to enjoy the smaller dog’s company, often rubbing up against the chiweenie when he was feeling particularly picked on. She grew larger, her fur growing longer in uneven tufts. Phù Thuỷ’s whiskers still remained bent, maybe because of Bobo’s harassment. Her tail never straightened; her eyes grew larger. Billy thought they were like lanterns.

One night in October, Bobo came around the corner into the kitchen.  Phù Thuỷ was getting a drink out of the communal water dish that Bobo claimed was his. With a deep growl, he lunged for the half-grown kitten. Instead of running this time, she faced the oncoming bully. Her back arched, her hissing sounded like a steam locomotive and her yellow eyes got larger, if that was possible. Her fur stood on end and she seemed to grow into something huge and very unkitten-like. Bobo skidded to a stop. Phù Thuỷ spat out her own growls, which sounded much like cursing. She continued growing until the cat was the same size as her enemy. Bobo whined, his tail tucked between his legs, back-peddling away from the now monstrous cat. She spat another curse and Bobo turned and ran. He tried to get under the couch, but he couldn’t fit, so he dashed for his crate in the corner of the bedroom. The door clanged behind him.

Bobo didn’t come out until the next night. Billy got both doggie treats. He munched happily on the couch. Phù Thuỷ joined him, looking like a normal cat.

“How did you do that?” Billy asked.

“Do what?” the young cat asked, licking her paw.

“Scare Bobo like that? You got bigger and said something to him I didn’t understand.”

“Oh, but he understood, though. I don’t think he will do anything to either of us again.”

“Why? What did you say to him?”

“I told him I would turn him into a lizard and eat him.” She winked one yellow eye. “Phù thuỷ means witch in Vietnamese.” She tucked both paws under her chest, closed her eyes, and purred.

Billy stared at her for a moment. Then he smiled. 

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22 September 2017
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I will be in Oklahoma and Utah for two weeks next month. One of those days includes a book signing in Salt Lake City. This will be the evening of October 10th in Wellers' Books at Trolley Square. I am extremely excited about this. I went to Sam Weller's often during my Utah days (in their old State St. location). They are a very old and established new and used book firm (almost 100 years) and I was thrilled when they extended the invite.  

So that is the reason I will not be at the October meeting. See y'all in November!  By then I'll know how my novels did in the Flordia Writers Association Royal Palm Literary award competition. 

 

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15 September 2017
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My aplogies for the lateness of the notice, but this interview will be available to listen to online later. I will be interviewed with another author tonight (Friday, Sept. 15th) at 6. I have done this once before and S. Evan Townsend is a wonderful host. I hope you can listen in sometime. 

Link: http://www.blogtalkradio.com/writestream/2017/09/15/the-speculative-fiction-cantina-with-brad-abraham-and-susan-kite

 

Have a great weekend!

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27 May 2017
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Retirement isn't the only happy news in my life.  My new book is coming out next month. The Power Stone of Alogol is the third installment in the Mendel Experiment series. In this one Corree must once again leave her home planet, Mendel. Her creator's nephew is not only trying to interfere on Mendel again, but has created chaos in the Federation itself. Only by infiltrating Jayson Windemere's inner circle disguised as Corin, the elder Windemere's clone, would she be able to figure out what was going on. Her journey takes her not only to Jayson's headquarters but a planet that the renegade scientist and his partners would like nothing better than to destroy along with every other non-human in the Federation. The power stone she found on Alogol will be tested to the limit of her and its abilities. 

 

Here is the pre-order link!  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B071Z4HKZ3

 

 

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