I, Effing Feline, have a housemate of sorts — my pet human’s pet, Twiggles the dog. I’ve recently learned why that stupid dog (yes, I know that’s redundant) and I don’t get along. It’s because she had a chip on her shoulder. Really and truly, folks. I’ll tell you more about it, after this message from my sponsor, Pandora Uncaged.
Last week, Pandora carried medicine as she entered the room where dangerous mobeave was kept, only to find that it seemed to be trying to kill itself. She went into the cage and pulled its head out of the water. That snippet ended with: The beast opened its beady eyes. Then its mouth.
Pandy froze. Those razor-sharp buck teeth could chomp right through metal. Human flesh would be even easier.
The mobeave stared at her. She stared at it. Its fur felt silky…a dumb observation when staring death in the eyes.
Death’s eyes blinked. Then it stretched its mouth wide enough to take her arm up to the elbow. Pandy swallowed. Moving even that much felt like the most reckless thing she’d ever done.
. . . and a few more
“Ffffffd pliss pnnntorrr ffffd.” It closed its mouth.
“Food.” The word came out in a squeak barely audible over the thudding of her heart. “Of course, food.”
Without taking her gaze off Moby’s face, she carefully felt around in the pond until she touched a finger fish. No way would she risk her hand by putting it near the mobeave’s mouth, and throwing the fish was no good, either. The sudden motion might startle the beast.
Effing Feline here again. The worst thing about that chip is that this means I can’t get rid of Twiggles!
It’s a registered microchip to help people find Twiggles’ owner if she runs away. What a horrible waste of a microchip, right? If the dog wants to run away — and Twiggles doesn’t; she’s happy in her slavery — then I say, let her go!
Book Two in the Passion Island Trilogy — A friends-to-lovers future romance
Available April 5 at all major e-book vendors
Pandora Dayle is her family’s disgraced black sheep. Ten years after running away, she’s rebuilt her self-respect at an isolated facility for saving animals native to the colony’s planet. 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 youth arrives, her insecurities mushroom.
Aidan used to be Pandora’s best friend. Since his teen years, he’s held heroic jobs—police officer and now Search and Rescue leader. He adored innocent young Pandora so much he compares every woman to 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. They’d been close friends, so his strategy is simple: He flies Aidan to her island and tells him to impregnate Pandora.
What could possibly go wrong?