IT’S A BIG DAY TODAY, LOTS’S HAPPENING! Two, count them 2 posts! and one upcoming cover contest.
First…below, sharing her latest release is Heather Sharpe.
Then, I’ve got a COVER REVEAL for Milly Taiden’s upcoming release – Scent of a Mate. Don’t forget to check that out, too!
And, finally, Worth the Risk is entered in the You Gotta Read Review Cover Contest for September. It’s entry #11, posted today, so please check it out. Voting takes place between September 21 and September 26. Don’t worry, I’ll remind you.
And now, onto the business at hand…
Thank you so much for hosting Purr-fect Love. This book is especially dear to me, as I didn’t have to make up any of Morgan’s antics when in his cat form—they are all tricks straight from the playbook of my very own fat, black housecat.
With time running out, there’s no pussyfooting around…
After her fiancé’s last betrayal, Mahri Lassler decides she’d rather become a crazy cat lady than live with another man. Yet when her sister drags her to the animal shelter to make that dream a reality, Mahri just isn’t ready to commit. Not even to a litter of cuddly kittens. But when an odd black and white tomcat reaches through the bars, it’s almost as if he’s choosing her…
Cursed by a scorned lover for all eternity, Scottish clansman Morgan Felix resigns himself to living eleven months each year as a cat. Now, nearly a millennium later, he’s trapped in a cage at the animal shelter with no hope in sight. He has to escape before the first day of spring, when he’ll change back into his human form and find himself in a very tight squeeze. So when the pixie-like woman stops just outside the cage, he takes the situation into his own paws and reaches out to touch her hand…
“I hate you more than broccoli, and I hope you twist an ankle when the heels snap off your Jimmy Choos.”
“Mahri, that isn’t even funny. I might not speak to you if you threaten my shoes. What on earth could inspire you to even think such a horrid thing?” Kash’s naturally thin voice sounded even tinier over the phone. Between her tone and self-centered attitude, it would be easy to believe there was a ten year old on the other end of the line.
Mahri rubbed the bridge of her nose, squeezing her eyes shut against the sunlight streaming through the kitchen window.
“It was your idea for me to replace Corbin with a cat…”
“Several cats. I said you needed several cats to keep you company on those long nights.”
“Yeah, well, I’m ready to kill you over the first cat, so several probably wasn’t a great suggestion.”
“I didn’t tell you to get that cat. I told you to get kittens. They’re cute, fluffy, and tiny. By the time they get old and ugly, people have usually become attached.” Kash’s shallow words tunneled straight through Mahri’s head. Why had she called Kash again? “Why don’t you just dump this one and go get a different one?”
“Kash. I can’t do that!”
“Why not?” Kash seemed genuinely confused.
“I promised I’d take care of him and I wouldn’t even let him outside. I can’t take him back or toss him out. It’d be horrible.”
“Okay. Whatever. So what is he doing?”
Mahri sighed and rested her forehead on the table. Maybe she should hang up and try to catch a nap right there. “He won’t let me sleep. Every time I start to drift off, he scratches the sheet until I wake up. Then he just lies there, staring at me with those eerie eyes. I swear he’s smarter than he’s supposed to be.”
“Did you sign some paper against smacking him off the bed or locking him out of your room?”
“I tried that. When I swing at him to shove him off, he sinks closer to the bed, so it’s almost impossible to push him down. If I try locking him in another room, he lies there and yowls until I come let him out.”
Speak of the devil. Mahri grew quiet as Pita—short for Pain In The Ass—walked in from the laundry room. He jumped into the sunbeam on the table and started sweeping the surface clean before he lay down. “He is the freakiest animal I’ve ever known. When I shower, he sits right outside the tub and waits for me to open the curtain. It’s almost creepy, like a Children of the Corn thing. He’s a neat freak. Before he lies on any counter or floor, he sweeps away any possible dust.”
“I’ve heard cats are naturally fastidious. It’s part of why a cat is better for you than a dog. Besides, people get dogs to help them hook up, not to keep other people away.”
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