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Countdown to Trouble Day 12

Hey y’all! It’s day #12 of the Countdown to Trouble. For each day I’m going to post about it. It may just be a pic that helped me along while writing it, or it may be more. You’ll have to keep checking, lol. *HINT HINT* And there *will* be giveaways that folks who comment will be entered in. Just sayin' lol. Y'all just never know when the comment fairy will strike!!!

~Very short excerpt in which Kirk tell us how he *really* feels about snow:


The forecast predicted snow, thus the mad trip to the store and resulting battle for milk and toilet paper. Why those two items were required to survive a snowstorm was beyond me. I hurried outside, my head down against the ripping cold, my pitiful bag of groceries clutched to my chest. I jumped in the truck and hurried home.

After an ungodly slow drive home, thanks to the snow, I was juggling groceries while opening the back door. Damn snow was coming down harder since I’d left the store. By morning, it was going to be a winter wonderland of nut-grinding insanity. The forecast said we were due to get a foot, at least. Just what we needed. Folks in the South couldn’t drive on sunny days. Throw snow in the mix, and you had accidents just looking for a place to happen. I was very glad I’d decided not to work tomorrow.

“Okay, so, groceries bought. Check. Next on the list—adding wood to the fire.”

I’d banked the fire, now I needed to add more wood. Which entailed getting said wood from outside. Where the snow was. Shit. Taking a deep breath, I braved the outdoors again. Seeing the evil whiteness sticking to everything, I decided to carry several loads inside. After the second trip, I just left the door open. And hey, the floodlight out back decided to work suddenly. What luck. Now I could actually see what I picked up.

After the fourth trip, I had enough wood to last the night. I stomped the snow off my boots, intending to head inside, when a streak of black raced past me, making a beeline to the open back door.

“What the hell?” I glanced in the kitchen.

“Meow!” On the table sat one of the biggest black cats I’d ever seen, giving me the eye.










Blurb: A snowstorm in the South—on New Year’s Eve—is a perfect recipe for a catastrophe. After two soul-crushing bad breaks, Kirk’s waiting for disaster number three to strike when, naturally, two stray cats arrive on his doorstep during the storm and decide to make themselves at home. Tenderhearted Kirk lets them stay even though there’s something decidedly odd about his overly friendly felines. 
Out of the punishing weather and full of tuna, Dolf and Tal are happy to be snug in Kirk’s house. But then their human goes outside for firewood and suffers a nasty fall that leaves him unconscious. Now the two cats have no choice but to reveal themselves. 
Kirk wakes up to find the two kitties are actually Dolf and Tal. They’re cat shifters—and his destined mates. Being part of a feline threesome is enough for Kirk to grapple with, but soon he learns they come from a clowder that doesn’t believe humans and shifters should mix. Kirk knew those two cats would be trouble. Little does he know the real trouble lies ahead.

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Countdown to Trouble Day #11

Hey y’all! It’s day #11 of the Countdown to Trouble. I’ve been saying to keep a check on the countdown because their *might* be something special happening. Well guess what? Today’s the day, lol.Those who commented were entered in a drawing to see who would win a $5 Amazon GC! And the winners for this round are:  Carrier Violet
Shorty Chelle
Bailey Bradford



I'll be sending out emails to the winners shortly. Once I know I have the correct email addy's, I'll send the GC.
Don't forget the Trouble Tour starts Dec 15th. I'm going to post the stops soon. There'll be a giveaway with the tour also, so make sure to follow and enter. :)
~M

Countdown to Trouble Day #10

Hey y’all! It’s day #10 of the Countdown to Trouble. For each day I’m going to post about it. It may just be a pic that helped me along while writing it, or it may be more. You’ll have to keep checking, lol, especially tomorrow. 0.o


Some notes from Trouble:
~Kirk’s ex-boyfriend’s name is Carson Womble.
~ Sam owns Arches, a steak house he just bought out and reopened. He’s also a werecat shifter and unmated. You’ll see more of him in Behind the Eight Ball. (book 2)

~trilling: peculiar chuffing noise in his throat, a feline call to his mate.

~Tal’s arousal’s smells like cinnamon. Dolf’s smells like homemade apple pie.

~honeysuckle is what Kirk’s smells like.

~Tal and Dolf been together for 30 yrs.
~About 30 shifters in the clowder. Most live in a small town called West Falls. The Alpha owns about a hundred acres right outside the city line of West Falls that backs up of the Crowley’s Mountains state park.



Alpha’s name ( Dolf’s dad) – Armonty Hoyer
Dolf’s mom’s name – June Hoyer
Tal’s full name  - Talise Martin
Dolf’s fill name -  Dolfoon Hoyer

Countdown to Trouble Day #9

Hey y’all! It’s day #9 of the Countdown to Trouble. For each day I’m going to post something about the novel. It may just be a pic that helped me along while writing it, or it may be more. You’ll have to keep checking, lol. Especially this Friday. *wink*


~The RanksAlpha:The Alpha is the leader of the clowder; they try their best to keep up with the going ons. They make important decisions that reflect the growth and welfare of the clowder. The Alpha creates the rules and makes sure they are properly enforced. Another important responsibility of the Alpha is to maintain the clowder's hunting territory. The Alpha calls group hunts and decides when and where to hunt, along with the Betas and Hunters. The Alpha provides an emotional center for the family and focus for friendly feeling within the clowder. One of the most important social functions of the Alpha is to help maintain an even temper and bond of the family. During clowder meetings, most issues will be discussed with the elders and/or betas. The final decision will be made by the Alpha after all opinions are heard by the clowder members. The Alphas have the final say so in everything, yet act only for the good of the clowder.
Beta:The Beta is the second ranking individual within the dominance hierarchy. They show commitment and loyalty to the clowder, also acting as a discipliner to reinforce the Alpha's decisions. The Head Beta stand in as Alpha when the Alpha(s) are not present. They answer to no one but their Alphas, but are expected, as with all members, to show respect to everyone. They also assist the Alphas with any conflicts within the clowder and enforce the rules, keeping peace within the clearing. They have the right to kick and ban a cat from the clearing, after fair warning of wrong actions, such as fighting. Betas may also call hunts, deciding when and where to hunt, along with the Hunters. In clowder meetings, the Betas' answers and suggestions are the second most important, being trusted advisers to the Alpha, only thinking for the good of the clowder as a whole. 
Delta:
The Delta wolf is in training for Beta position. They are third in rank to Alpha and Beta. Delta's do not hold the authority to call medium or large Hunts. That is a privilege to only ranked Alphas, Betas, and SM Hunters. Deltas usually become the next Beta after training is complete but one can remain Delta without moving to Beta position. When this is the case, if ever the current Beta is removed from their rank, steps down, changes rank, or leaves the pack, the Delta may take the place as the new Beta at the Alpha's request. 

Wednesday Briefs - In Enemy Hands 3.3

Welcome to the Wednesday Briefs flash group (click to go to the site). The short stories have a maximum of a 1000 word count plus links at the bottom to the other flashers. If interested in joining us, drop me a line and I'll tell you how. :)Prompts for this week:


“Just making sure we understand each other.”

“All's well that ends well”

“It’s all about the bottom line.”

“Now that was an epic debate!”

“No one had better laugh at you.”

“My jaw dropped to the floor.”

“Is that what you call dancing?”

“Absence makes the heart go wonder.”

“Your move.”

“Time to make tracks.”

or use: room, desk, box

or use: blanket, cream, paint

or use: purple, straw, scope

or have your character buy something

or use: ring, kitchen, hat

or have a character go to a movie

or have a character frame a picture or “Don’t get too comfortable, we’re not done yet.” Or “Up...on your knees for me.”Or “More spanking?”Or use a person in a holeOr use cinnamon bunsOr “up your nose with a rubber hose”Or “I’m gonna pamper your ass ten ways to Sunday”Or “Your skin’s as soft as a baby’s bottom”Or have your character make a cheesecake



Chapter 3.3He vigorously petted the big feline. The animal dropped back down on four paws and rubbed against Adlar’s leg. Several years ago, Adlar had found a juvenile batar abandoned by its mother. It might’ve survived on its own, if it was lucky. Instead of luck, the cub had been hunted by something bigger than itself.
The encounter left the batar with the scar down its face. Adlar spent a month in the jungle playing nursemaid to the feline, trying to get it healthy without taming it. He’d succeeded. The batar remained close to Adlar, even establishing its territory near Adlar’s home. 
“What have you found, boy?”
Adlar followed the big feline back to the tree. Wedged into the bend of the tree was one of the most beautiful males he’d ever seen. Long hair framed a spectacular face that sported high cheekbones and full lips. He wondered what the Yesri had done to himself to hide the brightness of his hair. All Yesri had different shades of blond, and he couldn’t wait to see what this one’s shade was.
Too bad he couldn’t see the color of his eyes since they were closed. That would answer many questions about the identity of his foe. Swirls of numerous tattoos graced nicely defined arms. His gaze traveled down the decorated arm to the blood that had dripped down the tree from the wound in his hand.
Adlar frowned at the sight. “Guess we found the source of the blood.”
Now the problem was getting the enemy down.
Adlar stood under the tree, staring up at the other male. He knew the sap caused numbness, but why was the Yesri so quiet? Was he unconscious? That sap shouldn’t have caused that. But until he got the other male down, he wouldn’t know. Slightly worried, he glanced around. Dar head-butted him, glanced at the tree and then back to Adlar.
“Are you sure, boy?” The batar could support his body weight with no problem, but he wasn’t going to attempt to climb on the feline’s back without permission.
Dar grumbled back at him, but still didn’t move.
Adlar eyed the tree then the animal standing under it. “You do realize he’s mine. He’s not a meal for you.”
Dar rolled his eyes and grunted.
Chuckling, he slapped Dar on the back as he climbed up. “Just making sure we understand each other.”
Now he was high enough to reach the Yesri stranger. He reached up, careful of the leaves, grateful his long uniform sleeve was made of a sturdy material. That light, breezy fragrance he’d picked up from the sash enveloped him, and he smothered an aggravated moan.
Fracking scent was driving him mad. After some very cautious maneuvering, he managed to get the other male down from his perch. Holding him in his arms, Adlar eased them off Dar’s back. The other’s weight sent a tingle through his body. Annoyed at the reaction, he lowered his enemy to the ground.
The first thing he noticed was the captain’s bars on the collar of his sleeveless shirt. Hmm, that’s interesting. Leaning down, he plastered his ear to his foe’s chest and listened. The other male was breathing fast. Concerned, Adlar checked his pulse. It, too, was more rapid than what it should be. Then Adlar saw the standard issue injector of antiserum on the ground next to them.
“Hmm, how very curious. You must’ve had a reaction to the sap. I’ll have to make note of that since it’s unusual.” Still kneeling, Adlar brushed back the dark, tangled hair. Feeling the dampness, he withdrew his hand. His foe must’ve used mud from the waterfall to hide the brightness of his hair. He was impressed.
He feathered his fingers over the stranger’s pulse again, taking a minute to stroke the soft skin, as the stranger’s pulse returned to normal. “Good. That’s good.”
His mind agreed, but his body had other ideas. He removed the pak from the other male’s back and dropped it to the ground. Then he unclipped the cuffs from his belt and slipped them on his prisoner’s wrists and ankles. There wasn’t a chain to attach to connect the cuffs—that could be added later—but they did demote the wearer as property.
This was the first time he’d taken a slave. The collar came next. This was how he’d control his prisoner. The navy blue metal was actually very smooth, lightweight, and flexible. It was also practically indestructible. After he placed it on the other male’s neck, he locked it. It was better for the wearer to be conscious before activation. A sudden shock to an unconscious mind could cause distress. Since he was unsure why his prisoner had passed out, it wasn’t a good idea to activate the collar yet. 
Once that was finished, he checked for other weapons in the pak. He removed what there was and hid them on his body. Then Adlar settled on the ground, Dar sitting next to him. He held the other male in his arms so he could monitor his breathing and restrain him, if needed.
But even he wasn’t fooled by such a flimsy excuse. He was attracted, and as horrifying as that was, he couldn’t deny his half-hard cock. He touched the collar, admiring how it lay against his foe’s neck. And such a lovely, long neck it was too. Adlar let his fingers wonder down the soft skin. So, so pretty. The deep, rich skin tone fascinated him. It was such a contrast to his paleness. He suddenly removed his fingers. This was not the place to examine his prize.
A low moan came from his prisoner.
“Come on then, open your eyes.” Adlar lowered the other male to the ground.   The male’s eyes twitched then slowly blinked open. “Who… who…?”
Adlar saw the confusion. His grin was as sharp as a knife’s blade as he stared into brown eyes—big, beautiful brown eyes. By some odd twist in genetics, the males of the ruling Yesri family had brown eyes. They were the only ones. All other Yesri’s either had green or blue eyes.
Although his species didn’t interact with others, they did stay abreast of current affairs in their galaxy. He knew the youngest Yesri prince captained a starship. Things just kept getting better and better.
TBC
Kazy ReedCarol PedrosoAvery DawesCaraway CarterNephylimCia NordwellRavon SilviusSarah HayesJim DunawayTali SpencerShelly SchulzJulie Lynn Hayes

Countdown to Trouble Day #8

Hey y’all! It’s day #8 of the Countdown to Trouble. For each day I’m going to post something about the novel. It may just be a pic that helped me along while writing it, or it may be more. You’ll have to keep checking, lol. Especially this Friday. *wink*


Today I’m talking about: ~Unfinished matings – Unfinished mating – It’s very deadly. If the mating isn’t finished in a certain length of time, the shifter will die. Warning signals: Pain is the first sign. Horrible pain, like being broken into tiny pieces slowly. No idea why. 
Next the shifter stops sleeping and eating. After that, the voices start. Finally, the shifter spirals into madness and goes feral. At this point, they’d shift and stay shifted. They look and behave like rabid animals. Their humanity would be gone by now. Someone would have to take the shifters life to end his suffering.

In Trouble, I dealt with the issue of Tal starting the mating process without permission from Kirk.*laugh* It got me a dub con tag, which I guess I should’ve seen coming. But the fact is, life is rarely pretty and tidy. Shit happens. Sometimes bad shit happens, as we all know. People don’t always act as they know they should, or they don’t stop to think. We don’t live in a perfect world.
Then throw in the urge to mate with hormones fluctuating wildly on top of an Omegas need to obey his mate and well… shit happens, lol. Now they have to deal with the repercussions of their actions. 


Blurb: A snowstorm in the South—on New Year’s Eve—is a perfect recipe for a catastrophe. After two soul-crushing bad breaks, Kirk’s waiting for disaster number three to strike when, naturally, two stray cats arrive on his doorstep during the storm and decide to make themselves at home. Tenderhearted Kirk lets them stay even though there’s something decidedly odd about his overly friendly felines. 
Out of the punishing weather and full of tuna, Dolf and Tal are happy to be snug in Kirk’s house. But then their human goes outside for firewood and suffers a nasty fall that leaves him unconscious. Now the two cats have no choice but to reveal themselves. 
Kirk wakes up to find the two kitties are actually Dolf and Tal. They’re cat shifters—and his destined mates. Being part of a feline threesome is enough for Kirk to grapple with, but soon he learns they come from a clowder that doesn’t believe humans and shifters should mix. Kirk knew those two cats would be trouble. Little does he know the real trouble lies ahead.
Buy link: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=5884
and don't forget the Trouble Tour starting on Dec 15th!

Countdown to Trouble Day #7

Hey y’all! It’s day #7 of the Countdown to Trouble. For each day I’m going to post something about the book. It may just be a pic that helped me along while writing, or it may be more. You’ll have to keep checking, lol.*Grin* And a commenter may get a pleasant surprise later this week. o.0 Just sayin' lol.


Today, let’s look at Dolf’s dad, Monty. (This pic has too much gray in the hair, though.)
Alpha Armonty appears to be a middle-aged human male with short black hair touched with white highlights around the temples. His bright blue eyes are sharp and don’t miss much. Laugh lines edge his mouth and eyes. 
Standing a couple of inches over six feet, his body carries ropey muscle on a lean frame. Power radiates off the Alpha, a feeling that blankets the room, proclaiming who’s the boss. Most had the urge to roll over and show their belly, that’s how Tal explains it. He’s really a nice man who loves his son and son-in-law. He’s married to his mate, Dolf’s mom, June Hoyer.



Blurb: A snowstorm in the South—on New Year’s Eve—is a perfect recipe for a catastrophe. After two soul-crushing bad breaks, Kirk’s waiting for disaster number three to strike when, naturally, two stray cats arrive on his doorstep during the storm and decide to make themselves at home. Tenderhearted Kirk lets them stay even though there’s something decidedly odd about his overly friendly felines. 
Out of the punishing weather and full of tuna, Dolf and Tal are happy to be snug in Kirk’s house. But then their human goes outside for firewood and suffers a nasty fall that leaves him unconscious. Now the two cats have no choice but to reveal themselves. 
Kirk wakes up to find the two kitties are actually Dolf and Tal. They’re cat shifters—and his destined mates. Being part of a feline threesome is enough for Kirk to grapple with, but soon he learns they come from a clowder that doesn’t believe humans and shifters should mix. Kirk knew those two cats would be trouble. Little does he know the real trouble lies ahead.
Buy link: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=5884

Countdown to Trouble Day #6

Hey y’all! It’s day #6 of the Countdown to Trouble. I’ve been saying to keep a check on the countdown because their might be something special, lol. Yesterday was the first giveaway. Time to announce the winner of the ebook copy of Trouble Comes in Threes:
buddahmoon12
Email will be sent shortly. Thank you, everyone, for playing. There’ll be other chances to win stuff, so keep an eye on the posts. (Guys, I’ve had art work done for this and ordered a notebook with the cover on it. There are cool prizes coming. And, hint, hint I *could* pick a random winner from comments too. But, um, you have to comment on the post to be entered.) 

Today I’m talking about werecats and that mating scent, lol. You know the one. *wink* A shifter/paranormal smells it and that’s it. He’s found his mate and it’s nearly impossible to deny that scent. Of course, this applies to females too.
~WerecatsWerecats are territorial, living within clowders, each of which is (usually) headed up by a male Alpha. Werecats tend to live separately from average human society in order to keep their existence a secret. Many werecats view the biggest threat to their society as humans and therefore value their species privacy above all else. It is an extreme offense to tell a human about the existence. There are some who don’t like humans.
~Recessive Gene: Thanks to advanced technology, the shifter community figured out humans who had a recessive gene could be mates. That gene mutated during the blood transfer between humans and shifters allowing humans to develop shifter abilities like rapid healing and lifespan expansion. This way the human mate lived as long as shifters. The mating scent identified which humans carried the recessive gene. While a shifter could mate with a human who didn’t have the gene, that human wouldn’t receive shifter abilities. They would only live an average human lifespan.



Blurb: A snowstorm in the South—on New Year’s Eve—is a perfect recipe for a catastrophe. After two soul-crushing bad breaks, Kirk’s waiting for disaster number three to strike when, naturally, two stray cats arrive on his doorstep during the storm and decide to make themselves at home. Tenderhearted Kirk lets them stay even though there’s something decidedly odd about his overly friendly felines. 
Out of the punishing weather and full of tuna, Dolf and Tal are happy to be snug in Kirk’s house. But then their human goes outside for firewood and suffers a nasty fall that leaves him unconscious. Now the two cats have no choice but to reveal themselves. 
Kirk wakes up to find the two kitties are actually Dolf and Tal. They’re cat shifters—and his destined mates. Being part of a feline threesome is enough for Kirk to grapple with, but soon he learns they come from a clowder that doesn’t believe humans and shifters should mix. Kirk knew those two cats would be trouble. Little does he know the real trouble lies ahead.

Buy link: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=5884



~Don't forget the Trouble Tour will be starting Dec 15th~

Countdown to Trouble Day #5 - It's a Giveaway!

Hey y’all! It’s day #5 of the Countdown to Trouble. I’ve been saying to keep a check on the countdown because their might be something special. Weeeeeell, guess what? Today’s the day. All the answers are in the previous posts. Today is Friday. I’ll pick a winner twenty-four hours from now: so Saturday, my time. (Central).Prize for this round is a free ebook copy of Trouble when it comes out. (Guys, I’ve had art work done for this and ordered a notebook with the cover on it. There are cool prizes coming. And, hint, hint I may pick a random winner from comments too.)
Answer these four questions for a chance to win:1. After what famous day is Dolf  bitching when he and Tal are shopping?2. What type of business does Tal own?3. A snow storm in the South is the perfect receipt for what?4. Kirk’s arousal smells like what to Tal and Dolf?

Countdown to Trouble Day #4

Hey y’all! It’s day #4 of the Countdown to Trouble. For each day I’m going to post about it. It may just be a pic that helped me along while writing it, or it may be more. You’ll have to keep checking, lol. Today let’s look at Heller, one of the betas of the West Falls Clowder. His book is next in the series and is called Behind the Eight Ball.



Heller Wirth - (cat shifter):  tall (6’4) Weight: Sleekly sculpted and streamlined--I75Description: Face is angular with sharp cheekbones and a slightly pointed chin. Long, dark wavy hair that falls to shoulders, slightly slanted dark blue eyes. Has stubble along his jaw line with a mustache and goatee.  Excellent hearing and sight. Age: 150 yrs old but looks around 30ish.Job: beta; has a lawn service/web site designer for clowder businesses. Mostly on-call for Alpha since his job has less restrictions.His scent: CoconutDrives black ChevyWas close to Dolf, until Dolf mated Kirk. Heller is one of the four betas. He was against bringing a human into the clowder. Heller dated only paranormal. He tries to avoid humans as much as he can. He’s the surly/rude type, but is really quite high strung and easily upset.  He's not a bad guy, but he snaps, and feels bad, then tries to fix it… then gets mad when people don't get over his idiocy as quickly as he does. That goes to show he's very mercurial and emotional. He's defensive, too, which means he's been hurt/fears being hurt, which leads him to being such an ass. His cat: black with shades of brown through the coat. Longhaired.  While in shifted form, his  eyes are that bright blue.


Lawson Dupre - (human/Heller's mate): about 6 footDescription: Light brown hair cut short on the sides and left long and curly on top with a part of one side. Eyes are gray. Thinner top lip, fuller bottom, long & thin nose. Kind of a round face. Has stubble too.  Body is stocky, with wide shoulders. Weight: 210His age: 35His job: owns The Perfect Touch Auto Spa and Detailing Shop  (Vehicle washed by hand using state of the art chemicals for luxury vehicles with gentle wool wash mitts, then dried with microfiber cloths. Then the machine polishing begins. Depending on the vehicle and its specific needs, this could be a five step process (or more). The entire interior is completely deep cleaned using professional extractor machines and enzyme chemicals, removing all bacteria and dirt, bringing your vehicle back to showroom condition.) Hours: Monday–Thursday & Sunday, 12 p.m.–6 p.m. • Friday & Saturday, 9 a.m.–8 p.m.Scent: ocean-sharp, clean & salty

   Lawson’s best friends:Janelle and Marshell Foles- met Lawson 10 yrs ago. They are Vetala’s. Vetala are a type of paranormal, with snake-like characteristics, who hunt in pairs. They don't usually hunt solo. They also appear to be loyal and protective of their kind, obviously having a strong pack mentality that extends to those they consider family. They appear human until they attack, at which point they reveal sharp teeth and blue, snake-like eyes.Fangs - They possess extremely strong, sharp fangs that *can* rip open a human throat. A Vetala's bite marks on their human victims resemble the marks of a vampire attack.§  Paralyzing Venom - Vetala paralyze their victims with a venomous bite. It can knock the victim out cold if they double the dose. The bite can cause a ringing in the ear along with weakened strength. After feeding, they wipe the victims mind so they don’t remember.§  Feeding - Like vampires, they feed on human blood. They also eat other food.§  Super strength - Vetala appear to have enhanced strength that allows them to overpower even well built humans. §  Super senses - Vetala appear to possess enhanced hearing, as one was able to detect someone sneaking behind his back.
Silver knife - They can be killed by being stabbed in the heart with a silver knife (Knife must be twisted once to complete and effectively kill). When they die their bodies crumble apart. 


Blurb: A snowstorm in the South—on New Year’s Eve—is a perfect recipe for a catastrophe. After two soul-crushing bad breaks, Kirk’s waiting for disaster number three to strike when, naturally, two stray cats arrive on his doorstep during the storm and decide to make themselves at home. Tenderhearted Kirk lets them stay even though there’s something decidedly odd about his overly friendly felines. 
Out of the punishing weather and full of tuna, Dolf and Tal are happy to be snug in Kirk’s house. But then their human goes outside for firewood and suffers a nasty fall that leaves him unconscious. Now the two cats have no choice but to reveal themselves. 
Kirk wakes up to find the two kitties are actually Dolf and Tal. They’re cat shifters—and his destined mates. Being part of a feline threesome is enough for Kirk to grapple with, but soon he learns they come from a clowder that doesn’t believe humans and shifters should mix. Kirk knew those two cats would be trouble. Little does he know the real trouble lies ahead.
Buy link: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=5884


And don't forget the Trouble Tour starts December 15th