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Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: The strength of the big cat is undeniable. Add in the cunning and intelligence of a man, and you have a powerful combination. That's the idea behind Here, Kitty Kitty. Featuring three new shapeshifting cat tales from Jourdan Lane, Jamie Booth and Kit Zheng, and Sara Bell, this collection has all the feral heat, struggle for upper hand, and fight for survival that makes the big cat so intriguing. From exiled lovers who show up just in time to complicate already complicated lives, to modern fairytales about cats and curses, Here, Kitty Kitty is like a catnip-fueled romp through urban jungles and magical realities. With mind-reading alphas, testosterone-laden rivalries and shapeshifter romance, the stories in Here, Kitty Kitty are a feast for even the sharpest senses. Who doesn't love the most primal of all shapeshifters? Get your paws on Here, Kitty Kitty today.
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Top Shelf, 2009 www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: April 2010

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [327 KB]
Words: 74562
Reading time: 213-298 min.

"You know why I had to leave, Nathan."

"Yeah, well, knowing why didn't make it hurt any less." He flinched at my words and I pulled back to look at him again. The misery and pain I saw reflected back took away even more of the anger. I smoothed his hair back and out of his eyes, practically petting him. "Why did you come back?"

"Oh, you know..." His eyes closed and his body relaxed a little. "Thought I'd test the waters, see just how unwelcome I really was."

I gave his hair a yank and he grinned, but didn't open his eyes. "Figured that if I waited a month or so after Pop died, it'd be safe to come pay my respects. Killed me that I couldn't come to his funeral."

Pop.

His paternal grandfather and my adopted grandfather. A man we'd spent most of our childhood shadowing because we wanted to be just like him when we grew up. Most Pride Kings were all about power, but not Pop. He was all about family. Not being power-hungry had cost him his throne, but it hadn't seemed to hurt his feelings much at all. In fact, he'd seemed genuinely relieved to be free of it all.

I hadn't been allowed to go to Pop's funeral either, but at least I'd been able to go to his grave after the ceremony. But still. Kane showing up now would cause a shit storm, no matter the reasons for him being here.

There was no question about it: Kane had to get out of town -- and fast.

Kane was studying me, his expression weary. "Nate?"

I stepped out of his arms and turned my attention to the truck. "What is it, ninety-six? Ninety-seven?"

"Six."

"Probably won't have the part," I said with a shrug. "Amos won't keep them in stock because he thinks everyone drives a new fucking truck nowadays."

Kane chuckled. "Sounds like you need to hire someone else to handle your inventory."

"Not my shop anymore. All belongs to Amos now."

"What?" Kane stepped toward me, reaching out. "What happened?"

I stumbled backward -- knowing that if he touched me, nothing on this truck would get fixed -- and nearly fell over a floor jack. "You."

"Christ, I..." he hissed "I didn't know."

"Right." I turned and walked over to Kane's truck and popped the hood. "Didn't know that Helen would flip after you ran out on your own wedding day, leaving another Pride's daughter at the altar? That she wouldn't absolutely freak when she found out we'd been fucking each other for years -- which was one of the reasons you balked on the whole arranged marriage thing?"

"I knew Mother would be pissed, but never thought she'd take it out on you."

"Why not? I mean, it's obvious she has no real feelings of love toward her own children when she would exile one of them. Since I was the adopted one who corrupted her first-born? Yeah, I'm not exactly her favorite person." I looked at the truck's guts, shaking my head. "Jesus, Kane. Did I teach you nothing at all about basic vehicle maintenance?"

"I do believe it was I who corrupted you at the tender age of fourteen." Kane laughed, the sound low and deep, sending goosebumps over my entire body. "For the record, I haven't had this thing long enough to worry about maintenance. It was a seven hundred dollar truck that ran and was only meant to get me in and out of town."

"You should get your money back." I turned around and Kane was right there, inches away. My heart slammed in my chest and I suddenly flushed, though the eighty-degree heat outside had nothing to do with it. "It's, uh... Probably not just the..."

Fuck.

The way Kane was looking at me all intense, like he wanted to strip me down and get really reacquainted, made my brain shut down. My words were suddenly just not there.

"Not just what?" Kane leaned forward as if he was going to kiss me, but he didn't close that fraction of an inch between us to actually do it. "Think it's more than the water pump?"

The spicy scent of Kane's arousal hit me full force and I swayed a little. I had to lock my knees to keep from going down to the floor. Though, if I were on the floor... Thoughts of what I'd do -- what I'd be able to taste -- while on my knees before Kane assaulted me, and I licked at my lips.

"Yes."

"Yes, it's more than the pump?" Kane ran his tongue along my lower lip. "Or yes, you want to see if we still feel as good together as we used to?"