Author Natasha Troop guest posts for Lakebridge Summer book tour

It is with great pleasure that I share today’s guest post by Natasha with you all. Natasha is stopping by as part of the First Rule Publicity book tour for her book Lakebridge Summer the second book in her Lakebridge Cycle series. If you visit my blog even infrequently you’ll recognize this book as one I reviewed. I adored Natasha’s books and would rank Lakebridge Spring and Summer my second and third favorite reads of 2012.

Natasha has a lovely style of writing with many points of view, these include a moose and Mr. Whiskers who is a seriously cool kitty. She tempts you today with a guest post from Mr. Whiskers and introduces us to Larry. I thank Natasha so much for putting such a great post together and look forward to more Lakebridge Cycle.

Mr. Whiskers watched Larry the Cockroach slowly crawl by, pretending not to be aware of the dangerous predator nearby but obviously frightened beyond measure at the near certainty of his demise. Mr. Whiskers admired the cockroach for his bravery and thought of letting him go this once. He wondered if the creature would appreciate that his name was Larry and was sad that he could not ask him. Instead, he let the bug continue a few feet beyond his position on the sidewalk, just far enough to feel that he had escaped his fate, and then he pounced, catching Larry underneath his paws. He held the bug there for a moment, feeling him attempt to escape. He hadn’t eaten for a bit and the roach would make a nice snack, but he enjoyed the chase and this had been a bit too easy. He thought he’d give Larry another go and as quickly as he had pounced, he swatted his prey, sending him a few feet back in the direction he had come from.

Larry. Mr. Whiskers liked the name Larry and even thought that he might not eat the bug because he didn’t like the idea of eating a Larry. He wished he had given the bug a different name, like Milky. Milky was the name of a good meal. He knew a cat named Milky, though, and he liked Milky enough not to name his next meal after her. He thought perhaps he’d go by the house she lived in later and stare at her from the yard. Just long enough to let her know that he was around and if she ever made her way out of the window and out into the woods, he’d be there.

He heard some of the people in the bar talking about him one day, wondering if he liked his name, liked being Mr. Whiskers. One of them thought it was rather undignified, that perhaps he should have a name such as Bucephalous or Donatello. One thought perhaps Gatsby would be appropriate, given that he was a tuxedo cat. Then there was some nonsense about cats having secret names. The fact was, most of the cats he knew didn’t have names at all and only acquired a name when someone was good enough to provide one for them. He was Mr. Whiskers because the nice woman who worked over at the school, the one who was taken by the man who had gone away good and come back bad, had named him Mr. Whiskers and someone else heard it and it stuck and, frankly, he was happy to have a name and would occasionally even answer to it if the mood struck him to do so.

Larry bravely made his way past Mr. Whiskers once again. This time, rather than pounce, the cat rather cruelly swatted the bug back yet again simply because it amused him to do so. It was his right and privilege to play with his food. There was a danger to it, though. If he waited too long, some person might wander by and, like they do, step on Larry without a thought as to how it might affect the meal of a hungry cat. For the last few months, he wouldn’t have even thought to eat Larry. Play with him? Yes. Kill him? Perhaps. But not eat him. There had been a lot of human traffic through town over the last few months and the ones who came through were less than careful with their trash, which often included food and more than often, that food was offered kindly to the tuxedo cat that allowed them to pet him. He told the other cats that if they just let the humans offer a proper scratching from time to time, there were rewards. Risks, yes. His friend Walter, who was unceremoniously renamed Crayon by the six year-old girl who was named Francine who he was quite sure would not liked to be renamed something like Crayon by some random person who picked her up off the street and tried to make a housecat of her like she and her mother did to poor Walter who was now Crayon. Thus far, his status as the resident cat of Charlie’s Restaurant and the fact that everyone in town knew his name to be Mr. Whiskers protected him from abduction and renaming. But danger lurked everywhere and so he was ever vigilant.

Larry the cockroach was lucky today to have been named Larry. All things being equal, he preferred not to eat bugs and while he was a little hungry, he just couldn’t bring himself to eat a Larry. So this time, when the bug scuttled by, he let him go, hoping that Larry would find his way safely wherever he was going.

Synopsis of Summer:

In the aftermath of a tragic spring day, the people of Stansbury, Vermont, are unable to forget what happened, as they have all the tragedies of their past. After the media exploited their pain, they have become uneasy with the world beyond their town and with any outsiders.

In the aftermath of the media deluge, latecomers straggle into Stansbury looking to pick up the scraps of stories left behind. What they find, however, is that the powerful forces that have guided the destinies of the people of the town for hundreds of years are now at war with one another and in need of pawns.

In the aftermath of Spring, there is Summer.

Synopsis of Spring:

Vermont, picturesque and lovely, attracts visitors from across the country in search for the perfect picture, the perfect fall foliage or perhaps a taste of maple syrup. Stansbury is best known for the odd covered bridge that spans Stansbury Lake and goes nowhere, connecting no roads and serving no known purpose. The locals call it the Lakebridge. Very few know of its mysterious origins and fewer care to know more. Those visiting the town perhaps take a few snapshots and leave, their curiosity quelled by an uneasy feeling that they shouldn’t think on it anymore.

The tourists will eventually leave Stansbury, but its residents strangely linger, seemingly held captive by a force they barely recognize. They also do not think about the town’s mysterious artifact much except in passing, all but Gil, his father, Ben, and a few others. They know of the bridge’s dark history and understand that it is responsible for every horror that ever befell the people of Stansbury: the people who fear the bridge but will not speak of it. The bridge makes people do things – bad things – so that it can continue to love and care for them all.

Some have tried to destroy the bridge, but as long as the bridge is fed with the lives of the innocents of Stansbury it will go on – loving the people of Stansbury.

Lakebridge: Spring is the first of a four book cycle revolving around Stansbury and the Lakebridge.

About the Author:

Natasha grew up in Southern California and received her Bachelor’s degree from UCLA in Comparative Literature. She also holds Masters Degrees in both Secondary Education and Creative Writing. Natasha currently lives in the Phoenix area with her spouse, son, daughter and menagerie of pets, including a Basset named Moose and a very overprotective collie dog. Aside from writing and teaching high school students to a love of theater.

Natasha can be found online at her web site

Lakebridge Spring and Summer are available in ebook and print

Lakebridge Summer tour has many more stops so be sure to visit the other bloggers coming up at First Rule Publicity

  1. Very cool post on a very cool site! 🙂

  2. Thank you for hosting my tour today! It was a lot of fun playing with Mr. Whiskers 😀

  3. What is so weird is that I have a tuxedo cat named Mr. Whiskers!!! He is over 7 years old and I named him that because he has some really long, white whiskers that show up so good on his black fur. 🙂

    https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=100173966672027&set=pb.100000382713864.-2207520000.1352219058&type=3&theater

  4. I have a tuxedo cat with long white whiskers, but his name is Magnus. He asked me not to use his real name in the story 🙂

  5. I wondered if Mr. Whiskers told someone his name or if it was given to him. Now I know!

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