Effing Feline shivers #wewriwa

I, Effing Feline, am freezing my tail fur off. It’s winter here, and it’s a week late. Usually our one week of winter here in Arizona comes between Christmas and New Year’s Day — but here it is, January 3, and the tips of my fur still needs a blanket. It must be fifty degrees out there. Ridiculous!

I continue to tear apart — or as Ed calls it, take snippets from — book 2 of Ed’s Passion Island Trilogy. You’ve met Booker, who is an Apprentice Cupid for a secret eugenics organization. In the middle of the night, he flies Aidan Forester to the remote island where his childhood girlfriend, Pandora, has worked for six years.

In his snippet, Aidan asks Booker why he’s doing this.

Two weeks before Booker Markevious summoned Aidan to a midnight flight, Booker had answered an urgent summons from Mentor.

Mentor’s office—and his, for that matter—were in the secret Padmavati Project headquarters on Flanders Isle, eighty-four miles offshore from the mainland, as Passion Island was called. Passion, this world’s largest landmass, was a rough circle eight hundred miles in diameter.

Even with his long legs, the walk from his office in the Project’s Cupid Wing to hers in the Admin Tunnel took twenty-five minutes. The route was so convoluted and isolated he’d needed a map to find it. But then, everything about Mentor was strange.

So strange that Booker fidgeted in front of her door for a few minutes. There was no name on it. If you didn’t already know who sat behind the massive door, you had no right even to knock.

. . . and 3 more for good luck

In a way, he didn’t know who sat behind the door—didn’t know her name, that was—but he nonetheless had every right to knock. She was his Mentor, assigned to train him in the fine art of bringing lovers together. In other words, to officially become—

A Cupid.

Effing Feline here again. Do you have any idea how desperate I am to stay war? I’ll tell you . . . but only if you promise not to tell anyone else. So, promise?

I was . . . I was so darned cold that I . . . I cuddled with the dog to get warm. Remember, don’t tell anyone!

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Pandora Uncaged

Pandora Dayle is her family’s black sheep. She’s rebuilt her battered self-respect by working at an isolated facility for saving animals, but her redemption feels as fragile as a dream. She’ll be okay, though, if nothing traumatic happens.

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 let nature takes its course.

What could possibly go wrong?