Wednesday, September 9, 2015
DO YOU LOVE CATS?
Do you love cats? If so, what is it about the furry critters that attracts you?
If not, why not?
The Nine Lives of Thomas Cash Riley
Book I
On Sale at Amazon for 99 Cents through 9-30-15!
On Sale at Amazon for 99 Cents through 9-30-15!
Thomas Cash (TC) Riley never thought about cats much when he was alive. But now he's mad, bad and –dead. Killed in a one car wreck the twenty-nine-year old playboy is given one last chance to redeem himself for living a selfish, unfulfilled life and to determine his soul’s final destination.
To help his young daughter recover from the loss of her mother, Daniel Bishop, a widower who dislikes the country and is allergic to anything with fur, has moved back to his wife’s rural hometown to be close to her large family.
Katherine Sinclair, the local veterinarian and the single mother of an adventurous ten-year old son, is wary of the handsome newcomer. Once before she’d given her heart to a wealthy, charming man and she’d ended up pregnant and alone.
With the help of a lonely little girl and a brash young boy, can TC find a way to bring these two damaged people together? Can he remember his past and save his soul in the allotted time?
And can he do it all as a cat?
Excerpt:
Daniel crept down the stairs,
wincing as the ancient wood creaked under his weight. He paused at the front
door and peered outside. A dog barked. Something thumped on the porch. Kat
cried out in pain.
Concerned, Daniel flipped on the
exterior porch light.
*** *** ***
Kat blinked at the sudden light and
tried to untangle her legs from Dobbie's leash. Tongue lolling from his mouth,
the dog flopped down and regarded her with obvious canine amusement. Biting
back the groan of pain the movement caused her twisted ankle, she gave up.
"Go ahead and laugh, you silly
mutt," Kat grumbled and looked helplessly at the man standing silhouetted
in the doorway.
"Dr. Clark? Are you
hurt?" Concern colored his tone as he hurried down the wide porch steps
and kneeled next to her. With sure, gentle hands he ran his hands over her bare
legs.
Like heat lightning his touch sent
a shiver of feminine awareness flashing through her. She flinched in pain as
his fingers probed her tender ankle.
Ducking her head to avoid his
questioning gaze and the sight of his broad, naked chest, she jerked her legs
away from the warmth of his fingers against her chilled flesh. "I'm
fine," she lied. "Just my pride is bruised."
She scrambled to her feet and tried
to back away. Instead her weakened ankle buckled and she stumbled over
something furry. The animal - TC - yowled and jumped aside. Arms pin-wheeling,
Kat fought to regain her balance before she landed on her already sore backside
yet again.
Daniel's strong hands latched on to
her upper arms, and pulled her forward. Her chest collided with his. Because of
the mild summer night air and her haste to find his cat she hadn't bothered to
change out of the knee-length t-shirt she normally wore to bed. She'd slipped
into a pair of sneakers and pulled on Pop's bathrobe. Wearing the ratty old
flannel he'd loved made her feel closer to him.
In her tumble the knot in the
robe's sash had come loose and fallen away. Now, the robe gaped open, leaving
nothing between her and Daniel's bare chest but the paper-thin material of her
worn t-shirt.
She gasped and heat flooded through
her, both from embarrassment over her ragged attire and the feel of him pressed
against her from breast to knee. Her nose was buried in the hollow of his
throat. Unable to prevent herself from doing so, she inhaled. His scent of pine
soap and sleep-warmed male filled her lungs.
Against her will the tenseness
inside her relaxed. As wrong as she knew it was - she couldn't risk her heart
again - being in his arms felt right. She sagged against him. His hands slid
off her arms and closed around her back to pull her closer. She titled her head
back and started to apologize. Her eyes met his bemused gaze and the words died
on her parted lips.
The light from the porch cast his
face in stark shadows, but didn't hide the question in his eyes. Her heart
thundered in anticipation. Her lips tingled. Her nipples grew hard. Her legs
went weak. In the ten years since JT's birth she'd dated a few times, even
kissed a couple of her dates, but none of them had affected her this way. None
had made her forget she was an unwed mother. None tempted her to repeat the
mistake she'd made with JT's father. None enticed her to lose control.
Something in her return gaze must
have answered Daniel's unspoken question because his head dipped to hers. In a
rush of long denied need she pushed aside caution, restraint and common sense.
Her eyelids drooped and she met his mouth with her own.
Like a heady wine heat flowed from
his mouth to hers. His hands flattened against the base of her spine to press
her close. Her thin t-shirt was little barrier to the feel of his chest muscles
against her sensitized breasts or the bulge beneath his jeans probing her
belly.
Unexpected and unwanted passion
flared between them. Self-restraint melted as she gave herself over to
long-suppressed desires.
"Daddy, why are you hugging
TC's doctor?"
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