A Cat's Tale
by Melissa Snark
by Melissa Snark
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Alpha werewolf, Jared Kohl, wakes up
in a vampire’s dungeon, swearing revenge upon the wily Siamese werecat who
lured him there with her sultry lips and the sweetest tail. To escape his
undead captor, all he has to do is seduce the skittish puss and show her that
trust is often a hot and hard lesson to learn.
Enslaved feline shifter, Josephine
Young, has learned the hard way not to believe in anything or anyone—not men,
not love, and certainly not the blood-sucking mistress who tossed her into the
cage with the hungry beast she’d betrayed. But Josephine does what she must to
survive, including tempting the dominant werewolf to give her more than
promises.
Imprisoned for their blood, Jared
and Josephine fight for survival and discover a passion that neither can walk
away from. Can these two predators survive long enough to prove that cats and
dogs can be more than enemies?
~Excerpt~
It happened in a nowhere
town at a shithole bar off the main highway somewhere between Virginia and Los
Angeles. Jared Kohl pulled off to get a drink and a burger. Okay, more than one
drink, and a pile of burgers. But a werewolf had to eat and it took more than
just one shot to get him buzzed. Whatever the case, he never did get to order.
The bar was dim and
cheap with its 60s themed movie and rock posters, and a jukebox pumping out
Jimi Hendrix and The Stones. Jared took a seat at a corner table where he could
stretch out his long legs and appreciate the classic image of Marilyn Monroe
and her billowing white dress.
As a stranger to this
community, he was bound to attract attention. Jared measured a neat six-four
and two hundred twenty pounds of pure sinewy muscle. His dark brown hair had
gotten too long, so stubborn curls tumbled across his forehead. His neat
mustache and beard covered only his chin, framing his mouth. He was handsome
and knew it. He had his father’s good looks—broad forehead, strong nose,
generous mouth, and square jaw. From his mother, he’d inherited startling topaz
eyes. A cleft divided his chin.
As distracting as all
the eyes upon him were, Jared got hard the second he scented her—rich and musky
and designed for fucking. His posture remained relaxed as she walked up behind
him. He did not glance up until she ran a hand over his shoulder. Her
fingernails were painted fire-engine red and sharpened to points. The light
scratches she left on his skin healed thanks to his regenerative ability.
“So a werewolf and a
werecat walk into a bar…” Her voice was low and husky, pitched to create a
seductive resonance within a man’s crotch. Beneath the pheromones, he smelled
sadness and anxiety, which intrigued him more than the blatant come on. She
seemed more complex than she wanted to let on.
Jared looked up from his
drink to get hung up on a pair of pretty knees clad in white stockings and red
lace garters encircling slender thighs. Her plaid skirt was the right length of
short, stopping just shy of crotch level, low enough to tease him. She wore a
prim white button-up shirt with a collar and rolled sleeves. Her skin was Asian
mocha, and her hair was black and worn in pigtails secured with red ribbons.
Her almond-shaped eyes were bright blue with slit pupils. The ornate gold
collar around her neck seemed incongruous with the outfit. She was working the
Japanese schoolgirl angle hard, but he judged her to be in her early twenties.
Sometimes with shapechangers, it was hard to tell.
“Let’s cut to the
chase,” Jared said. “Does the wolf eat the pussycat?” He smiled, showing a hint
of fang. It had been a while since he’d eaten, and he was hungry enough to
consider her the entrée. Jared met those cobalt eyes but did not worry about
dominance. He was smart enough not to get into a staring contest with a cat.
“Does the wolf want to
eat the pussycat?” She trailed a suggestive hand down his chest and then sat on
his lap. Unless he was mistaken, she wasn’t against the idea of being splayed
and licked. Hell, she might go for biting if her kink was pain.
“It’s been a while since
I last ate,” he said. She wasn’t what he expected of a werecat. But then he’d
never met one until she walked up and sat in his lap, so he was free of
preconceived notions.
“You’re new to town,”
she said. “Are you here with your pack?” Oh man, she was leading him without
any subtlety. He smelled the trap big time.
“I’m on my way to LA,”
he said. “Sorry, but I’m afraid it’s just me.” He watched her reaction, trying
to figure her angle. She had fire and spirit, and the air of a creature abused.
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~About the Author~
Fast Facts About
Melissa Snark:
Melissa Snark
is published with The Wild Rose Press & as an Indie author with four
different titles.
Her Loki's
Wolves series includes THE CHILD THIEF, HUNGER MOON AND BATTLE CRY (to be
released June 2014).
Her novel THE
MATING GAME, an erotic paranormal title will be released in Spring 2014.
She lives in the
San Francisco bay area with her husband, three children and a glaring of cats.
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