Effing Feline is leaving!
Fart-Fueled Flying Feline, Effing for short, writes the Weekend Writing Warrior / Sunday Snippet posts on Mr. V’s behalf
I, Effing Feline, am leaving. I mean it!
My pet human, Ed, is soon flying to visit two of his sons — and he’s taking me along. We’re flying first to Toronto, in some place called Canada, and then Amsterdam in The Netherlands. He says that since I can travel inside his computer, I won’t be too much bother. Little does he know, eh?
This snippet from Newborn skips back to chapter 2 (long before last week’s snippet). At the beginning of the book, the heroine is born in a Vancouver Island forest, fully grown and well armed — with a compulsion to kill her alien nation’s most wanted fugitive. She knows where to find her target and how to use her weapons, but little else. Not even her own name.
Nameless heroine hikes along a wilderness mountain until she overlooks the private hospital where her target is recovering from gunshot wounds. There she stops and gazes down.
Compulsion yanked at me on a frenzied leash, urging me down. I was supposed to fulfill my Destiny immediately! My little detours—hugging trees, drinking water, playing games—now felt like sins. They’d delayed me by at least fifteen minutes, which was inexcusable, even heinous. Shame flooded my neck with a blush. I had to act now.
Right now now now.
But how? The mountain was steep and treacherous. I should’ve searched for the safest way down, but the nearness of Destiny poured the spice of impulsiveness into my veins. Surely a woman strong of body and pure of heart could surmount whatever obstacles dared stand in her path.
Effing Feline here again, and I’m worried. Do you think Toronto and Amsterdam have cats? Twiggles the dog says the only pets allowed there are wolves, killer whales, and cateaters, which Twiggles says are related to anteaters. I’m not sure I want to go.
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Newborn Now Available for Pre-Order
Jo Beaverpaw is born fully grown, well-armed, and impatient to tackle her Destiny: to kill her alien nation’s most wanted fugitive. Her life is pre-programmed and straightforward – until she meets the sexy bodyguard of her intended target.
Newborn is the third exciting book in Edward Hoornaert’s near-future romance series, Alien Contact for Idiots. If you agree with me that The Terminator should’ve starred a bad-assed yet petite female, don’t miss Newborn.
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