I, Effing Feline, don’t feel two good right now, so . . . right to business.
I’m continuing with snniipets . . . a snippet from my pett hooman’s WHIP . . . . er, WIP. It’s called, an’ I’m gonna type reel careful now — The Seven Foot Cupid.
Lasht weak we met Ember Dayle. Shee’s upset ’bout something. Here whee start to fined out what.
Although it carried no water, the sand underfoot was damp, which was troubling. This broad, shallow ravine must’ve been filled recently with a fast-flowing mountain stream.
Frowning, Ember looked up at the clouds then checked her comm unit. No rain in today’s forecast, hence no danger of flash flood. She walked across the sand, occasionally hopping over a rivulet, until she reached the sight that bothered her so much.
It was a hole in the ground.
A brand new hole, which was worrisome. It was a yard across—and round. Not sort-of-round. A perfect circle.
Effing Feline here again. I gotta go. In kase yur wondrin, I’ve had too much cantip . . . uh catnip.
The Seven Foot Cupid
Book One in the Passion Island Trilogy
A locked-in-a-room romance
Ember prides herself on handling anything her newly colonized planet can throw at her. After a head injury shakes her confidence, she’s determined to prove herself again. She gets her chance when she’s ordered to explore a mysterious new cave.
Tyler, an explorer from a rival town, is given the same task. Like Ember, he’d been in an accident – – but his entire team died, leaving him drowning in survivor’s guilt. When he meets Ember, he’s drawn not only to her beauty and toughness, but by how well she deals with her accident.
Booker, a naïve Apprentice Cupid for a secret organization, receives his first assignment: get Ember and Tyler together. His strategy: lock them in an abandoned cabin together so they get to know each other.
He doesn’t realize he’s locked them in with . . . something else. Something dangerous. Something no human has ever seen.