I, Effing Feline, float high above the floor, turning lazily in the air, dreaming of mice, purring and stretching as I ride a purple haze of catnip-induced euphoria…
Anyone know any good rehab clinic for catnip addicts?
Back to work … gotta earn my catnip, eh? Another snippet from Alien Contact for Kid Sisters, the latest release by Ed Hoornaert, aka Mr. Valentine, aka The Dreaded Catnip Pusher. It’s a sequel to the previous snippet, in which Quinn heroically drove off the bad guys. (If you remember, con-man Quinn is posing as Captain Charleyjohn, a married Royal Guardian.)
Marianne didn’t answer immediately. She couldn’t. Sitting beside this brave man, who’d risked his life to protect her and Elfy from a gang of rebel villains, made her belly thrum with desire. She had to be very careful, or she’d be leaping off a precipice marked The Other Woman, with a big red sign halfway down flashing Home Wrecker.
Could the cliff also be marked Bipolar Madness?
She felt as though she’d awakened from a half-sleep to vibrant, intoxicating awareness of herself and the world around her. She closed her eyes, hoping she wasn’t skyrocketing into a manic episode. Although this would be a horrible time to lose control, her feelings were so vivid and romantic—better than the world’s most beautiful sunset seen from a tropical beach while walking arm in arm with Brad Pitt—that she wouldn’t have missed them for the world.
She wanted Quinn with a ferocity that threatened to consume her, but acting on her feelings with a married man would be wrong, immoral, unforgivable. And despite her moments of wildness, she’d never done anything wicked, let alone evil.
… … Effing Feline here again. Still soaring.
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