Effing Feline tells Bastille Day truth #wewriwa

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I, Effing Feline, may lie down a few dozen times a day, but I never lie! Therefore you can trust me when I tell you the TRUTH about today, which France’s National Day. Bastille Day commemorates 14 July 1789, a turning point of the French Revolution. The TRUTH? The revolution was all about cats!

Marie Antoinette? A cat.  __________________________  Napoleon? Also a cat!

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I’ll save the most shocking, incontrovertible proof of the cattiness of the French Revolution after this word from our sponsor — Love thy Galactic Enemy.

A woman currently calling herself Lou was a secretary for a business that was a front for a spy team. The team has abandoned her, trapped and fearful, on Farflung Space Station, which orbits a planet inhabited by her home world’s enemies. She goes to sleep in a flophouse, which is the only place she can afford.

Later — it felt like the middle of the night — light and noise woke Lou up.

The door was opening. A blade of light speared across the far wall. After a pause, as though the light was reconnoitering, the sliver widened to admit an invading army of photons.

Lou struggled toward alertness, but exhaustion fogged her mind. She blinked as a shadow joined the photons. A man’s shadow. Tall, broad shoulders. And when the shadow moved, it limped.

The cop she’d met, Dukelsky, was coming for her. She was cornered, stupid with sleep, almost nude, and without options except surrender or fight.

Effing Feline here again. Cover your eyes if you’re squeamish — because here is proof that the real victims of the Revolution’s guillotines were, in fact, poor PUDDYCATS!

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Love thy Galactic Enemy

Abandoned to the enemy’s tender mercy

Minta, the reserved secretary for a spy team that spread a man-made plague, leaves the planet too late — the team abandons her on the enemy’s space station. She’s forced to fend for herself until she can make contact with an elusive spy, Watcher, who can take her home. To avoid arrest, she nurses a plague victim — a gentle, whimsical man who spouts Lewis Carroll. But to know this enemy is to love him . . .

When Finn Shanwing falls ill, he doesn’t intend to hide that he’s actually a high-ranking commando. Neither does he intend to fall in love with the secretive nurse who saves his life . . . but by the time he reveals to Minta she saved an enemy commando, it’s too late for his heart. Or hers. Also too late to escape the wrath of Watcher — half-human, half-machine, and both halves obsessed with her.

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