I, Effing Feline, don’t understand why some humans consider themselves superior to cats. Sure, you’re bigger. Sure, you have opposable thumbs. Sure, you can open cat food cans. BUT your persistence is rather pitiable. When I decide to take a nap, I NAP! I don’t change my mind and clean my butt, instead.
Unlike Ed, my pet human, who decided last week I should choose selections from his Christmas tale, Alien Contact for a Christmas Nutcracker. But I used this book last year, and he figures many of you may remember it. (As though his writing is all that memorable. Hah!)
So instead I’m going to select from a WIP. You’ve seen some snippets from Book 1 in his upcoming SFR trilogy. Here’s the opening of book 2, tentatively title Pandora Uncaged.
Red=first ten lines
Green=additional lines, which you can skip if you’re bored or need a catnap
Late at night, when the others were asleep and Chang He, the brightest moon, floated over the world, Pandora Dayle would sometimes creep outside and walk the unpaved paths between the cages. She walked stealthily, quietly. If she didn’t, the animals would howl or screech or trill the alarm and wake someone up.
It had long since become a game to her. Could she sneak past the cute little boothies without waking a dozen of them?
How about the hideous yet innocuous shymonsters, whose rumbling bellows could awaken even the dirt under her feet?
Or so it seemed.
And then there were the chasm cats. In the beginning, they were the hardest to sneak past, because darkness was their time to pace and prowl. Now, though, they were co-conspirators.
They stopped pacing to follow her with their eyes, and if Chang He’s gentle light found their faces, their eyes glowed red. But they said nothing. That was because they’d been caged here for years, like her, and they knew she wasn’t worth raising an alarm.
That delighted Pandora. She wanted very much to be not worth raising an alarm. Just let her sneak through life, please, like an invisible ghost.
Effing Feline here again. Ed is telling poor little me what to do yet again. By all the Egyptian gods, he is getting bossy! He says to pass along that he is looking for beta readers for this book. Click here if you’re a glutton for that punishment.
There. I did it, Ed. Are you happy now, you slave driver?
Tentative title, tentative blurb
Pandora Dayle is her family’s black sheep. She’s rebuilt her battered self-respect by working at an isolated facility for saving animals. Her redemption feels as fragile as a dream, but she’ll be okay if nothing traumatic happens.
But when the best friend from her innocent childhood arrives, her insecurities mushroom.
Aidan used to be Pandora’s best friend. As an adult, he’s been a policeman and now a Search and Rescue leader. He adored innocent young Pandora so much he judges every woman by her idealized memory…and finds them wanting.
But when he rediscovers the real thing, she’s not at all what he expected.
Booker, a naïve Apprentice Cupid for a secret organization, receives his second assignment: get Pandora and Aidan to mate. It should be easy, because they were best friends fifteen years ago. His strategy: Fly Aidan to her island and tell him to impregnate her.
Aside from little things like a hurricane and the revelation that he’d led the police squad that burned down her brothel, what could possibly go wrong?