Sunday Quickie

Ah, lazy Sunday – just perfect for curling up on the sofa, watching some trashy TV and getting pestered by your cats. Well, that’s my Sunday, anyway, and they’re pestering me to suggest that this week’s quickie should be taken from my cat shape-shifter novella, Abyssinian Heat. It’s the story of Miranda, who discovers that her pet kitten, Tadhg, is actually a shifter, living in her home in cat form. She finds it hard to believe his story, but he’s willing to do whatever it takes to convince her:

Tadhg stroked his fingers through my hair. “Miranda, let me show you just how much you mean to me.”

He brought his face close to mine, lips slightly parted. I didn’t quite know how I’d found myself in this position, about to be kissed by someone who claimed he spent most of his time as a domestic cat, but I had no objections, not even a moment’s hesitation as our lips met. I let his tongue explore my mouth in a series of long, increasingly intense kisses. When he slid the shoestring straps of my nightdress down over my shoulders, I didn’t protest. I opened my eyes to see him gazing at my full breasts, his mouth curving upwards in an approving smile.

“Miranda, you have a truly beautiful body,” Tadhg said reverently. I knew it wasn’t the first time he’d seen me naked—he had sat on the edge of the tub as I bathed, batting at the foamy bubbles with his little paw—but it was the first in his human incarnation. The adoration in his golden gaze made me feel deeply desired and very special.

But Tadhg has more secrets, ones which will place Miranda in danger from an unexpected source. To find out more, check out Abyssinian Heat at Total-e-bound. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think someone wants a cat treat….

And Speaking Of Total-e-bound…

…I’ve received a nice review of my shapeshifter novella, Abyssinian Heat, from the ever-lovely Lucy Felthouse at Erotica For All. She describes it as ‘beautifully written’ and praises its ‘hot men and hotter sex’. Thanks, Lucy, I aim to please!

You can find the full review here, and if you haven’t checked out the full Erotica For All site, it’s a great place for author profiles, news, reviews, calls for submissions, competitions and just about everything the reader and writer of erotic fiction could want.

That Friday Feline

Say hello to Devin, everyone!

Devin is part of my amazing seven-pawed household (named after Canadian rock musician Devin Townsend, before you ask, and I’m sure he won’t mind me saying he’s a prime piece of catty gorgeousness. When Total-e-bound put out a call for stories about cat shifters, I knew that while other authors might be choosing from the bigger end of the cat spectrum – lions, tigers, jaguars – my feline hotty was going to be a lean, lithe Abyssinian, just like Devin. And so Abyssinian Heat came into existence. It’s the story of writer, Miranda, whose much-loved old cat dies and is replaced by perky Abyssinian kitten, Tadhg. Meanwhile, Miranda’s garden is being stalked  by a scarred old stray, and her boyfriend, Finn, is behaving so badly she has no choice but to split up with him. Which is when things take a turn for the strange, as this extract proves:

I didn’t worry too much about the stray. I was more preoccupied with the recurring dream I’d experienced ever since Tadhg had begun sleeping on my pillow. I’d always kept a notepad by my bed, often waking a protesting Finn by switching on the bedside lamp so I could jot down the details of my dreams before I forgot them. Indeed, a couple of my best story ideas had grown out of something I’d scribbled down in the middle of the night.

Now, however, my dream ran on a single track, with a distinctly sexual undercurrent. It was as though, every night, a handsome man wrapped me in an embrace, murmuring gentle words of love into my ear. I never caught sight of his face, and the dream always melted away in the moments before I woke to see Tadhg, head cocked to one side and regarding me with an expression that told me he was ready for his breakfast.

I continued to believe it was just a dream until the morning I woke earlier than usual, roused by a car alarm blaring in the street outside, and realised I really did have an arm flung over my body. A hand cupped my breast possessively, and a broad chest was pressed against my back. What was happening? Had Finn somehow let himself into the house, despite my efforts to keep him out?

But as I struggled out of the grasp of the sleeping intruder, I quickly realised this wasn’t Finn. This man had red-brown hair, spread out on the pillow around him. The sheets barely covered him, and I had a perfect view of the smooth, lightly tanned expanse of his back, all the way down to the taut cheeks of his ass. Whoever he is, he’s gorgeous, I thought, then I pulled myself up short. He must have broken in. He was more than likely dangerous. I needed to call the police.

I was reaching for my phone when he stopped me. “Hey, Miranda, don’t be afraid.”

I turned to look at him, wondering how he knew my name, and found myself staring into eyes of a strangely familiar shade, somewhere between honey and gold. This man had a proud set to his face, one I would have described as leonine. He answered my question before I could ask it.

“Miranda, it’s me, Tadhg.”

To find out what happens next, you’ll have to get hold of the full story. It’s available from Total-e-bound, and it’s the perfect thing to curl up with on a cold winter’s night. And don’t forget the catnip!