I, Effing Feline, am excited! Why? Because I got a letter today from my cousin Lee. Do you remember him? Well, even if you don’t . . . he’s being released early for good behavior, and I’ve asked him to stay with me awhile. I haven’t heard back from him yet, but I’m crossing my fingers that he’ll come!
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. When she went into the cage and pulled its head out of the water it asked for food. That snippet ended with: The sudden motion might startle the beast.
In the end, she fluttered her fingers to propel the fish through the water toward the mobeave. When the fish was close, it lunged at it so quickly Pandy shrieked and thrust herself up and across the pond. She tripped on the far bank, fell across the threshold, jerked her legs out of the cage, and slapped at the emergency closure at floor level.
Thank the stars for the foresight that had led her to install a lock down low. This used to be Harry’s cage, and since she went into see him on hands and knees, it’d seemed worthwhile to puzzle out how to install a second lock mechanism.
Why hadn’t it attacked?
Ember had impressed upon her how appalling the beast’s temper was. A dozen stunner bursts had been needed to quell it, though one would bring down a man. She’d shown Pandy pictures of a sturdy box it had punched its claws through as though the metal was mere tissue.
And a few more to finish the chapter:
Yet it had done nothing to her.
She eventually rose on legs gone numb. She tossed handfuls of finger fish into the cage—a veritable feast. Then she left the room, with many backward glances.
Effing Feline here again. Some wise guy out there in internet land sent me a snarky message saying, and I quote: “Cats don’t have fingers, so you can’t cross them. So there.”
I beg to differ! Ordinary cats don’t have fingers, but I am a very special cat. How do you think I manage to type my weekly blog post?
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?