Like her protagonist Shannon Kendricks, Cathy Parker is an attorney. She volunteered as a zoo keeper's aide for eight years and did have a very special beluga buddy, Mauyak. As to encounters with alien children, she is not saying. She was also a radio and print journalist and once was the 'Jill of all trades' for a small satellite paper in Wyoming. She did everything from taking to the photos to writing the articles and op-ed pieces to helping with layout and hauling the newspapers through blizzards once a week. As a result, she saw lambs being born and went on a cattle drive and ate her first (and last) Rocky Mountain Oyster. She has seen mountain gorillas in the wild in Rwanda and orangutans in Borneo and even rocked an orphaned baby orangutan to sleep on her chest. She has volunteered with a chimpanzee sanctuary for former research subjects. So you can see where her heart lies. Currently she is happy at home with her black brindle mastiff and her black cat. All similarities between her cat and Narcissus are purely and probably coincidental.
Shannon Ubers often in the final book of her trilogy [just released!] largely because she tends to get into scraps where she either destroys her ride or incapacitates herself, uses wormholes to travel, or flies unwillingly in the clutches of a dragonpanther. I have been thinking about vehicles of late because the roads in the area I'm moving to in Costa Rica can be, shall we say, iffy. As a consequence, I traded in my lovely 2010 Prius for a 2004 4Runner because it stands higher off the ground and has 4 wheel drive. Now I must rent a flatbed to move it from my driveway to the cargo container, drain the gas, disconnect the battery, and strap it down. These are actions outside my skill set. Had to laugh about one thing: it was lightly raining when I bought it. When I arrived home I discovered the windshield was slightly pitted, probably by hail. I thought they were raindrops. Oh well. I just pretend I'm in perpetual light rain.
An hour later, Shannon’s uber driver dropped her
in a parking lot at the Central California Institute for the