Haunting Adeline (Cat and Mouse, #1)

by H.D. Carlton

Sneaking off with random men, little mouse? If I catch his hands anywhere near you, they’ll end up in your mailbox by morning.

Pretty sure I see the five stages of grief in there, too.

Hands. Severed hands are in the box, just like I feared.

Maybe if I’m bleeding out on an altar next to them, they won’t feel so fucking alone.

“Cat got your tongue, little mouse?”

“I can smell you,” he says. And if that’s not the creepiest thing I’ve ever fucking heard, I don’t know what is.

On my cellular device?

Before I can react, he’s lifting me up and tossing me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

I am not a potato.

“Relax, I just want you to suck on it.”

E XCUSE YOU??? RELAX. RELAX??