The Cat House 1: Cats and Dogs
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by Julia Talbot
Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica
Description: When werewolf Bay meets werecats Kyle and Abby at the new club in town, he's stunned at the immediate connection he has with them. Kyle and Abby feel the pull as well, even though Kyle has his suspicions about werewolves and their motives. After one night of passion, Kyle thinks his doubts are warranted, since Bay promises to call but never comes back around. Abby believes there's more to it, though, and goes looking for their new lover, finding danger and betrayal right in their backyard. Can Kyle and Abby save Bay, and manage to keep him for themselves?
eBook Publisher: Changeling Press LLC, 2008 2008
eBookwise Release Date: June 2009
15 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [58 KB]
Reading time: 32-45 min.
"...this was a fun, quick read that left me with a smile and a hope for more from The Cathouse... Julia Talbot sure has my interest piqued and I can't wait to see more from her in the future."--Viscaria, Whipped Cream Reviews "Cats and Dogs is a fun and sexy story that will entertain you and heat you up from start to finish."--Sabella, Joyfully Reviewed
"Man, there's nothing I love more than a good cat bar," Abby said, staring at the monstrous sign that proclaimed "The Cat House."
"Uh-huh. If it's such a great place, then why does it smell like Lupes?" Kyle stared up at the sign too, and the pink and green of the camouflage print on the neon letters made his eyes look all dappled.
It was cool. Poor Kyle. He had a thing against werewolves, and it made him all grr. Abby liked the inherent danger in cats and dogs mixing in the same places. It made her hot. Really hot. At least Kyle liked that, anyway.
He was liking it right now, if the way his nostrils flared was anything to go by. He grinned over at her. "Slut."
Abby pouted as artfully as she could, knowing she wasn't very good at it as crooked as her lips were. Her dad had always said it was charming. Kyle said her mouth felt good on his dick. Either way, it was okay with her. "I am not. I'm just into adrenaline rushes."
"I know, baby. I do know. Shall we?" Without another gripe about wolves, Kyle took her arm and led her into the club, the doorman nodding at them silently.
Abby had an invitation from the owner, so there shouldn't be any trouble. Hell, she even had a voucher for a free drink. How cool was that?
"So, how did you get the skinny on this place, again?" Kyle asked, heading right for the bar, which was so typically boy of him.
Abby would much rather go to one of the leopard-spotted couches tucked into the alcoves along the wall. They looked like the perfect place to sit and people watch, maybe flirt a little. That was what she really wanted. Just to find someone she and Kyle could love on for a night, maybe two.
Abby dug in with her heels and turned Kyle the other way. "That chick that does my hair. Sally? She was working this lady's nails, and really doing a swanky job, so I butted in. Turns out the chick owns half of this place, and she's like us and she asked me to come by."
"She's like us? Jesus, baby, do you tell everyone you're a werecat?"
"No!" Whapping his arm, Abby settled into a booth, purring at how comfortable it felt. A girl could curl up and have a nap on a bench like this. "Come on, you know very well that we can all smell each other."
"Even over the scent of nail polish and hair dye?" Winking, Kyle flagged down a server, a pretty little boy with purple hair. "Two White Russians, please."
Oh, if Kyle was ordering drinks with cream instead of straight whiskey, then he was in the mood to play, and his earlier growling about Lupes was just habit.
"So, who looks likely, honey?" she asked, tossing her hair over her shoulder and biting one thumbnail. Dude, she needed a manicure herself. Maybe she'd been scratching the couch in her sleep or something.
"It's early yet, huh?" Kyle glanced around the bar, wrinkling his nose. "We'll wait until it fills up a little."
"So picky." Abby always trusted Kyle's instincts, though. He was the one to pick who they played with, just like he'd picked her. She'd been working for a circus, of all things, as an aerialist. Cats always landed on their feet, after all. She'd been good, but the lifestyle had been hell.
"You know it, baby. I got you. The rest is just window dressing."
"Abby! Welcome to The Cat House. It's good to see you again."
"Hey!" The owner. What was her name? "Layla. Good to see you. Nice place you got here."
"Thanks." Layla had green eyes, sharp and bright, and they worked Kyle over like he was a piece of meat. "I didn't know you'd be bringing a friend. I had someone all ready to meet you."
"No shit?" Huh. That was probably a first. Most people were afraid to hook Abby up with their friends. Something about her lean, sharp looks.
"No, no shit. Who's your friend?"
"This is Kyle. He's mine, so don't get any ideas."
Layla laughed, the sound full of genuine amusement. "You saying he wouldn't like to see a little cat fight?"
"He probably would, but only if mud or Jell-O were involved." Grinning, Abby grabbed her drink when the waiter dropped it off, sipping and purring a little at the cream and alcohol taste. "So who were you going to hook me up with?"
"A friend. He loves hot little kitties like you. He'll be in maybe an hour from now."
"Send him over," Kyle said, doing that sexy little slinky wiggle thing that made it look like he was going to pounce, even when he was lounging.
"Yeah?" Layla raised a brow. "So, what? You won't play with me, but you will with him?"
"Maybe." Abby shared a grin with Kyle. "We both like men more than we like other women."
"Ah." Layla laughed again, bending to kiss both of Abby's cheeks. "Enjoy that free drink, huh? I'll send Bay over when he gets here. He's going to love you. I can tell."