Year of the Cat

Blurb: Haunted by the loss of his parents, Jared Catterick earns his keep working for the Catclaw Clan. But, once he finds out the truth he runs to his one true mate, Morgan, who he had met while she was on holiday.
When his past and present collide, it’s worse than he imagined and he’s forced to fight for his life.

heart knot

Excerpt:

He sniffed his sleeve. “I need a shower, me lassie.”

“Go ahead. It’ll give me time to tidy up the bedroom.”

With a nod, he disappeared into the bathroom. The sound of the shower came out to her.

“Now where is that box?” Digging in her drawers, she finally found her unused Valentine kit. She never got to use it with her last boyfriend. The jerk ghosted on her. The kit was the only one she could find that wasn’t super kinky. Words on top of the box boasted, that it ‘Has everything needed to seduce your lover.” Hmm, I sure hope so.

Breaking the seal, she set everything out on her sewing table. She straightened the red satin bedspread over the mattress. The scented fat candles where still in good shape and not deformed after spending a year in a box. She sat them out on her bedside table and lit them. The candles still smelled good, like vanilla. The massage oil and rubber went beside them. The last thing from the kit—a stretchy Valentine teddy with matching thong. Please, God, let it fit.

She looked over her newly decorated room, all in reds with hearts and still smelling new. After shedding her clothes, she slipped the Teddy set on. A little tight across her breasts, but she didn’t intend to wear it long.

The door to the master bathroom opened. Jared stepped out still drying his hair.

Arranging herself gracefully across the bed, with her head resting on her palm, she allowed her gaze to linger over his delightfully muscular body. His stomach sported a six-pack, his limbs long, lean, and strong. Not an inch of fat anywhere on his wiry physique. If anything, he seemed thinner than when they’d first met. Must have been the trip to get here. The poor dear must not have eaten much on the way.

Her gaze went lower and she saw, with disappointment, that his penis was flaccid.

He dropped the towel. “Morgan, maybe this isn’t such a great idea. I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on pleasing you.”

She beckoned with an index finger. “Let me worry about that.”