The Cat House 2: Catnip Crazy
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by Julia Talbot
Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica
Description: Cole Lee owns half of the Cat House, and lately he seems to own all the troubles that come along with running the club. Now someone is dead, there are cop are all over the place, and the press coverage is going to be bad for business, Cole can tell. The one good thing about this whole mess is meeting cop Alan Shaw. Alan can't seem to resist Cole, even though he knows he should be working the case. The chemistry between them makes Alan and Cole both take stupid chances, and it might just blind them to the danger they still face. Can they solve the case and still make time to get to know each other in the best possible way?
eBook Publisher: Changeling Press LLC, 2008 2008
eBookwise Release Date: June 2009
19 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [53 KB]
Reading time: 28-39 min.
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
"I love everything about the Cat House series and Catnip Crazy; the second in this series is absolutely phenomenal... Oh and the sex scenes? Not only do they knock your socks off but they are totally sensual... Overall, I think this is one of the best series out there for readers interested in paranormal erotica. " 5 Pixies!--Willow Rayne, Dark Angel Reviews "Catnip Crazy is a sexy story for a day you need a quick fix of steamy hot love!"--Sabella, Joyfully Reviewed "If you are looking for a story that is well balanced between characters, plot, dialogue and hot passion, then Catnip Crazy is for you."--Xeranth, Whipped Cream Reviews
The club was thumping busy. The tacky neon pink-and-black leopard printed booths glowed, the dancing kitties were all thirsty enough to keep the bartenders running, and the volume of talk and laughter drowned out anything Layla had to say to him.
That worked for Cole. In spades.
"So, are you happy about the take tonight, honey?" Layla shouted the question above the music, her cream-licking smile telling him she knew he really didn't want to talk.
"Of course. You know me, honey. I'm all about the bottom line." Layla might be about matchmaking and happiness and feng whatever, but Cole was all about the profit. That was the whole reason their partnership at the Cat House was a success. He handled the cash. Layla handled the customers.
Her nose wrinkled at him ever so slightly. If she'd had her cat whiskers and her tail they would have twitched. "I have someone I want you to meet, Cole. I think you'll like her."
Cole rolled his eyes, trying hard not to make rude noises. "Uh-huh. I saw what your matchmaking did to Bay. Almost got him killed."
His friend Bay, who was a decent guy even if he was a werewolf, had taken on some serious trouble with the two werekitties that Layla had hooked him up with. If Cole had ever pondered letting her fix him up, Bay's situation had cured him of the notion.
"They're very happy now," Layla shot back, sniffing.
"Sure they are. Too bad he had to go through kidnapping and shit to get there. I can find my own fun."
"You never have any fun, love. That's the problem."
"Just let me ... What the hell is that?" Cole stood, slipping into the crowd, leaving Layla demanding to know what was going on. He'd swear he'd seen a flash of tail in the crowd, and he didn't mean the kind covered in Spandex or lace. While pretty much everyone who came to the club was a little more, or less, than human, everyone knew they had to be as normal as possible inside the main bar.
He reached the section of the dance floor he was aiming for in about three seconds, but there was no spotted tail, no one furry. The dancers ignored him, and no one had their hackles up, so maybe he'd imagined it. Cole wasn't really given to flights of fancy though, so he kept looking.
There. Just by the corridor that led to the bathrooms. There was a flash of brown and black, waving like a little flag. Cole shook off Layla who had caught up with him, growling at her a little. "Get up to security and watch the monitors for the hall."
Without waiting to see if she obeyed, Cole headed back to the restrooms, trying to work through the scents there to find something off. It wasn't an easy job.
It was all over but the shouting by the time he got to the men's room. He knew the moment he opened the door that something was terribly wrong. The acrid stench of blood hit him, the quantity huge to make that much of a stink. Cole's foot slipped in something, his shoe sliding along the tile.
The lights flickered to life when he flipped the switch, and he saw the body, feet sticking out from under the door of the one stall, a trail of blood all the way across the floor under the urinals and sinks. The only exit was a high window, and it flapped open, the lock broken, the paint seal around the edge cracked.
Cole pulled out his cell phone to call 911. They'd close the club down for at least one night to pull evidence.
Damn it. So much for his bottom line. * * * *
Detective Alan Shaw stared at the two club owners through the open office door, ignoring the clatter and chatter of the team collecting evidence from the club. They'd corralled all of the folks in the bar in the empty warehouse next door, questioning them before letting them go. So far, none of them showed any physical evidence of being anywhere near the vic when he died, except the male business partner.
He had blood on the bottom of his shoe.
Both of the owners had this slinky, catlike sensuality to them, which Alan guessed suited the name of the club. The lady looked like one of those poofy, high-maintenance cats with the diamond collars. All big hair and gaudy clothes, with painted lips that made him stare in a kind of horrified fascination.
The guy, well, he looked more like a mountain lion or something. All lean muscle in a sleek pair of wool trousers and a white silk shirt, with dark blond hair and green eyes. He had the look of a predator. A hunter.
Alan thought the guy was hot as hell.
He really needed to work on having a thing for the suspects. Really, really.