Catnapped by the Catman (Interstellar Protections Agency #1)

by Jade Waltz

My cat, whom I had sacrificed so much for over the years, was the reason I was in this predicament.

“I don’t see any stars.” “I’ll give you stars.”

If Lisa Frank, the late twentieth century brightly colored school product line, and Avatar, the sci-fi film, had a child, it would look like the jungle that surrounded Ixik’tryl’s estate.

“What do I need to do to prove that you’re the one for me? My body recognizes you and purrs at the slightest thought of your name, and I’ve left my mark on your skin, branding our scents together. Is it necessary for me to rip my hearts out of my chest and throw them on the bed to demonstrate that they only beat for you?”