Effing Feline loves life #wewriwa

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I, Effing Feline, love my life. I know I complain a lot, but hey, that’s my hobby. I love being world famous as the World’s Most Litterary Cat(c). And I LOVE Thanksgiving dinner!

What do you feed your cat on holidays?

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I’m continuing with snippets from Book 2 in Ed’s upcoming SFR trilogy, Pandora Uncaged. In last week’s snippet, we met Pandora Dayle, who likes to walk around the Colonial Wildlife Containment Center at night. Here we learn where she’s going.

Her destination was whatever cage was empty. Nowadays there were lots of them, because this facility on a tiny island within swimming distance of the wild, uninhabited South Ocean coast was slowly dying. No one cared about the health and welfare of creatures native to this world. No one but her.

Or so it seemed.

Under Chang He’s rays, the cages were invisible, because their walls were made of transparent, sound-permeable glasteel. Except for smells that humans had no words to describe, a cage felt perfect. She could lie inside with fingers laced behind her head, staring up as wind or rain or anything tried to get at her, only to fail and leave her dry and safe. Untouched. Yes, the cages were things of beauty despite being nearly invisible.

Actually, they were beautiful because they were invisible, yet people agreed they existed. People said, or at least thought — she could see the thoughts behind their eyes — that the invisible cages that hemmed her in existed only in her mind, which was as wary as that of any animal.

Those people were wrong.

Or so it seemed.

Color key Red = first ten lines, Green = extra lines, which you can skip if you’re bored or need a catnap.

Effing Feline here again. If you’re interested in beta reading this book, click here to send Ed an e-mail. I get a morsel of turkey for each e-mail, so send him two messages. Or ten!

And be sure to visit the other great writers in Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday.

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Pandora Uncaged

Pandora Dayle is her family’s disgraced black sheep. She’s rebuilt her battered self-respect by working at an isolated facility for saving animals, but even after six years, her redemption feels as fragile as smoke. She’ll be okay, though, if nothing derails her.

But when the best friend from her innocent childhood arrives, her insecurities mushroom.

Aidan used to be Pandora’s best friend. As an adult, he’s been a policeman and now a Search and Rescue leader. He adored innocent young Pandora so much he judges every woman by her idealized memory . . . and finds them wanting.

But when he rediscovers the real thing, she’s not at all what he expected.

Booker, a naïve Apprentice Cupid for a secret organization, receives his second assignment — get Pandora and Aidan to mate. It should be easy, because they were best friends fifteen years ago. His strategy: Fly Aidan to her island and order him to impregnate her.

What could possibly go wrong?