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I’m a little grumpy today. I’ve hit yet another roadblock on the way to publishing Wild. My copyeditor had the audacity to get terribly ill right before beginning the final edit. The nerve! But it’s okay. She’s okay. I’m okay. Life and Fiction goes on.
So here we are back with Jacqui in his cat form, prowling the neighbor in search of a new cat who’s had the audacity to invade Cat’s territory. But this new cat might be more than your average puddy tat.
Most domestic cats avoided him like he was a Rottweiler with rabies. One look at the larger, wild hybrid beauty that was Cat and—whoosh—a flash of tail over the nearest fence and so long kitty. Which was too bad. Jacqui liked cats and wouldn’t mind if one or two wanted to live with him, but it wasn’t meant to be. He was a loner. In both shapes.
At the next corner, he turned right and headed up the street that ran between his place and Wyatt’s, to see what the new cat was up to.
He found it easily, because it stood in the middle of the road staring, oddly enough, at Jacqui’s second floor apartment. It was a black and white tuxedo cat—black and gray really—mangy with matted hair and one chewed-up ear. A stray.
Wild: Jacqui the Cat Mysteries #4 coming soon! Blurb-in-progress-
Jacqui Corleone has finally met his fated mate (Newsflash: it’s Wyatt), but unlike a romance novel, reality has other plans. The dog men are back, and along with their slobber and bad manners they bring a new level of danger to Jacqui’s life, and to Wyatt’s. Jacqui meets other cat shifters for the first time and is tantalized by a glimpse into their strange new world. Only cats aren’t much nicer than dogs, and soon Jacqui must choose if he’s going to run again, or stand and fight against an enemy more powerful than he ever imagined. And that’s saying a lot.