The
Fur, Fangs, and Felines series
(and they're marked down since DsP is having a Thanksgiving sale!)
Blurb:
A snowstorm in
the South—on New Year’s Eve—is a perfect recipe for a catastrophe. After two
soul-crushing bad breaks, Kirk’s waiting for disaster number three to strike
when, naturally, two stray cats arrive on his doorstep during the storm and
decide to make themselves at home. Tenderhearted Kirk lets them stay even
though there’s something decidedly odd about his overly friendly felines.
Out of the punishing weather and full of tuna, Dolf and Tal are happy to be
snug in Kirk’s house. But then their human goes outside for firewood and
suffers a nasty fall that leaves him unconscious. Now the two cats have no
choice but to reveal themselves.
Kirk wakes up to find the two kitties are actually Dolf and Tal. They’re cat
shifters—and his destined mates. Being part of a feline threesome is enough for
Kirk to grapple with, but soon he learns they come from a clowder that doesn’t
believe humans and shifters should mix. Kirk knew those two cats would be
trouble. Little does he know the real trouble lies ahead.
Excerpt:
“I despise this place, I want you to know that,”
Dolf grumbled, barely suppressing a hiss as he drove down yet another aisle
hunting for a parking spot. “I must have lost my mind to even attempt to shop after Black Friday. And
who was the idiot who laid out these parking lots? They’re not big enough to
park a hybrid car in, much less a king cab dually truck. But then, parking this
thing inside a city block takes an act of Congress.”
Tal poked Dolf
in the ribs. “Stop picking on my truck.”
“Truck, ha.
This thing ought to have its own zip code.” Dolf grunted in annoyance when some
kid zipped into the spot he’d been eyeing. “Damn kid got my spot.”
“You have
truck envy.”
“My ass.”
“And I do envy
your ass, even as long as we’ve been mated.” Tal winked. “By the way, quit
bitching about that kid. You see, we’re not even on the right side.” Tal
pointed to the far side of the parking lot. “What we’re going to buy is on that
side of the store. I don’t see the point in parking over here, then having to walk a mile to get over there. Unless, of course, you just want to.”
“You want to
drive?”
“No point now.
We’re here.”
Dolf checked
his watch. “I bet by the time we get out of here, it’ll be five o’clock. For
someone who absolutely hates driving in rush-hour traffic, you might want to
rethink that last comment.”
Tal pouted,
lower lip pooched out and eyes sad.
“Oh no, don’t
even start with the sad, puppy dog eyes. I mean, really. Puppy dog eyes?”
“You’re so
mean.”
“No,
sweetheart, mean would be making you ride home with your dick out and unable to
touch it while I talk dirty to you.”
Tal shifted in
the seat. “If memory serves, you did
do that the last time we were here. Thank goodness it was dark and you have
tinted windows.”
A pleasant
smile crossed Dolf’s face as he revisited the memory of his mate sprawled out
in the seat. “Yup, that was a ride home worth remembering. You were begging by
the time we got in the drive.” His voice had a little purr as he spoke.
“As I said:
mean.”
“Hey, gotta
get my kicks somehow when you drag me here.” Dolf blew out a deep breath as he
slowly made his way to the other side of the huge discount hardware store.
“When we’re done, you want to grab an early dinner?” Dolf scanned the parking
lot. “Gods, isn’t there something closer to the front of the store? Did I
mention I hate this place?”
“At least once
every five minutes, and yes, dinner sounds good. I heard Sam had his grand
opening at Arches few nights ago.”
“What a name.
I love it.”
“Isn’t it? I
helped finish a few things right before he opened. He took some flak about the
name from some of the… well, employees who are—”
“I know what
you mean.” Werecats usually lived separately from human society, but still ran
businesses that hired humans. Even though they didn’t like to do that. Then
Dolf scowled. “Wait, he was having trouble?”
“It was just
all in good fun. He just shrugged, said he liked cats, and that’s what cats
do—they arch. Want to stop by his new restaurant?”
“Yes, we’ll
eat there,” Dolf said. “I hear they have great steaks. Might even have to have
a beer or three after this little adventure.”
“I really
don’t get why you hate coming here so much.”
“Because every
time I step foot in this place, I end up spending hours here. Half the time I’m hunting someone down for assistance.
I walk in, and every employee in a five-mile radius disappears.”
“I never have
a problem finding someone to help.”
Well, of
course Tal didn’t have any problems. Just look at that long, wavy, white-blond
hair, those bright blue eyes, and that long, lean, golden, sun-kissed body. Add
in the sweet, innocent look and ready smile—and people fell all over themselves
to help his sexy mate.
Dolf glanced
in the rearview mirror. He had the same bright blue eyes, but his jet-black
hair curled loosely at the nape of his neck. Unlike Tal, most cat shifters had
dark hair. Smooth, deep-bronzed skin stretched over finely honed muscles. A
layer of thick, dark stubble covered his jaw and framed his lips. He was the
dark to Tal’s light. And as far as sweet? As head beta of his clowder, and the next Alpha, there wasn’t a sweet
bone in his body.
“Ah-ah!” Dolf
whipped the truck into a parking spot, cackling loudly. “Right in front of the
store too. How often does that happen?”
“I swear, is
this like a competition—you against the parking lot gods?”
“I’m not that
bad.” Dolf shut the truck off.
“Right.” Tal
rolled his eyes as he climbed out.
Dolf walked
around the front of the truck, waiting for Tal. “Okay, so maybe I am.”
“You are.” Tal
eagerly rubbed his hands together as they walked into the store. “Man, I love
this place. Okay, you said you wanted to get your dad some sort of tool for his
birthday, right? Hand tools are over there.”
Dolf watched
Tal stride across the store, following behind. He certainly was no follower,
but in here, Tal ruled. Plus, it gave him a chance to admire that fine ass of
Tal’s, which could only improve his mood.
“Ta-da. Hand
tools!” Tal gestured to shelf upon shelf of tools in all different sizes and
lengths. “What did you have in mind?”
“Have in
mind?” Dolf stared at the shelves, his sudden good mood gone. “Are you kidding
me? There’s like… millions of things here. What does half this stuff do? How
many different types of hammers does a guy need to just drive in a nail?”
“It amazes me
how the handyman gene skipped you. I thought this stuff was ingrained into the
male DNA. You hate hardware stores, hate tools—you don’t have a clue what most
of them do or even care. I just don’t get it.”
Dolf lowered
his voice. “You questioning my manhood? Huh. I’ll remember that tonight when
you’re screaming to come.”
Tal hunched
his shoulders and his nose twitched. He discreetly sniffed the air. “Aw,
goddess, I can smell your desire. Don’t do that, Dolf. Don’t make me walk
around here hard.”
Dolf
snickered, really wishing he could drag his mate off to a dark corner. The
sweet scent of Tal’s arousal floated to him, making him need. “Then behave.”
“Deal.”
“So, help me
out here.” Dolf scratched his head. “What do I get the Alph… ah, I mean the man
who has everything?” Dolf wanted to smack himself in the head. He rarely
slipped and said that word when not around others of his kind. From a very
young age, they learned to be cautious around humans.
“Really? How
did you miss the clue your dad dropped Sunday while we were having dinner with
them? Didn’t you hear him talking about redoing the tile in the kitchen?”
“I did, but I
had no idea what he was talking about.” Dolf trusted Tal when it came to tools.
After all, that was his business.
“He all but
spelled it out for you. You tuned him out when he started talking tools and
renovations, didn’t you?” Tal shook his head. “What would you do without me? He
wants a tile saw. If you want to spend a little extra money, we can get him one
with a stand. But it’s going to cost you.”
Dolf massaged
his neck. If Tal said it was going to cost, then it was really going to cost.
“How much money?”
“For a good
one? Upward of a thousand and over.”
“I didn’t want
to spend quite that much.” Dolf scowled at the tools.
“No problem.
There are some with stands that are less. Or without stands too. Is that what
you want to get him?”
“Yeah, yeah,
he’ll use that, won’t he? Especially since he likes the do-it-yourself
projects.”
“He also knows
he can call me if he needs help.”
“It certainly
helps that his son-in-law owns his own construction business.” Dolf thought
about it, then made up his mind. “Let’s get that. Uh, where are they?”
“I’ll show
you. Come on.” Tal walked beside Dolf. “While we’re here, you want to get a new
commode kit for your mom’s master bath? She’s been on your dad to fix that.”
“I know.” Dolf
cut his eyes at an older man who was staring at Tal. He narrowed his eyes, a
warning to the human. The other man looked away. Tal, Dolf noticed, didn’t
catch the byplay. He never did. “I guess we can get that since we’re here.
That’ll save Dad a trip into town.”
“The saws are
on another aisle. Let’s get that picked out, and then we can get the commode
kit.”
Dolf picked
out the saw he wanted, then followed Tal to another aisle. His mate pointed out
the different kinds, but Tal’s words had rapidly faded into a meaningless buzz.
There, on the air currents in the store, was the sweetest scent. It was light
and flowery, reminding him of honeysuckle. He breathed deeply, taking the scent
into himself. His cock hardened immediately and his head spun. A yowl
threatened to escape.
That scent…
that scent was seductive and
alluring. It spoke to him, whispering things that made him need. His cat paced
frantically in his mind, tail slashing madly. The need to pounce, to sink his
canines in and drink that sweet, life-giving blood of his…. His gums tingled
and saliva flooded his mouth.
He swallowed,
then swallowed again as his head pounded, his heart rate spiking as one thought
screamed through his mind: Mate! Another
mate! Where was that scent coming from? Or who? And by the goddess, why? He
already had a mate. What was their goddess thinking, giving him another? But he
couldn’t ignore the reaction. It had been the same when he met Tal.
A quick glance
down the aisle showed a fairly tall, forty-something human male who had a few
strands of white in his short brown hair. He was muttering at commode kits.
Dolf wanted to roll his eyes. Commode kits? Really? The same thing they were
looking for? Their goddess must be having a high old time with this.
“Fuck,” he
whispered softly. He rarely cussed, except when aroused. Nothing sent his mate
whimpering faster than Dolf describing in frank detail how he planned to fuck
Tal. He loved hearing Tal’s voice begging… and speaking of that, only then did
he notice Tal had stopped talking. Not only had Tal stopped talking, but now he
was growling. It was low, but it was a growl, a sound no human would make.
“Tal,” Dolf
whispered. “Look at me, mate.”
Tal’s fists
clenched, spasms shaking his arms. “That scent….”
“I know. Look
at me. You’re growling, and you can’t do that here. Talise!” Dolf’s voice
dropped as he snapped out Tal’s full name, power and command flowing from him.
His mate was close to losing control right there in a hardware warehouse.
“Stop. Now.”
Get ready! On December 26, trouble's gonna be coming your way. The cats are on the prowl, and a human will find more than he ever thought possible—both the good and the bad.
The
Trouble Comes in Threes
book #1 in the Fur, Fangs, and Felines series
releases
12/26/14
~keep an eye out for the Trouble tour starting the middle of December.
