I really enjoy writing paranormal books and creating shifter characters – especially when the heroine is a cat and the hero is a werewolf.
Special Agent Zac Sweet has handled strange assignments for Fish and Wildlife, but his new mission, finding a missing shifter stone for a powerful wizard, gives strange a whole new definition. Toss in a new partner, a sexy, feline cop with attitude and the case really gets interesting.
Detective Cattus Love of the Department of Antiquities thought the shifter stone was a myth. She’d scratch and claw for this assignment, but the mission comes with a downside, a S.O.S. agent for a partner. No thank you. Been there. Done that.
Cattus is stuck with Sweet, but this time, no one, not even a hunky werewolf, is snatching the credit out of her paws. A stolen shifter stone. A sexy werewolf. A feline with attitude.
Long-legged with a thick brown coat, Sweet exuded the power common to predators. The wolf lifted his head and looked at Cattus. His eyes were deep amber. He licked his muzzle, displaying a long canine.
“I’m going to explore the alley and see if I can make contact with the neighborhood cats.”
Sweet tossed his head, letting her know he understood.
Cattus focused her energy and shifted. Muscle and bone heated. Her body shrank and her tail grew. Fur covered her body. She stretched, reveling in her cat form.
Sweet lowered his head and touched his nose to hers. Cattus tossed up her tail and rubbed her muzzle against his. Her action would be perfectly natural if Sweet were a cat. She was crazy to tease a wolf.
Sweet licked her head with his long tongue, wetting her fur. Yuk! Like dogs, wolves slobbered.
Cattus leapt off the deck to the wall. Along the alley were a series of fences and walls, perfect highways for a cat.
She jumped to the neighbor’s fence and navigated her way down the alley. Then she saw him, a big tom with gray fur and a battered ear, sitting on top of a stucco wall. His paws were tucked and his tail curled in a nonchalant pose. Stray was written all over him.
Cattus approached him slowly. Hi, I’m Cattus. I could use a little help.
The left eye popped open, but the tom didn’t respond.
What’s your name?
Any strangers in the neighborhood yesterday?
Strangers, like you?
Cattus sat down before him. Help me, Slate.
Slate unfolded his slender body, stretched and settled back down. Yesterday, before sunset, a silver sedan pulled into the alley. Two occupants. The driver got out. Shifted. Jumped onto Ayze’s back wall and disappeared. About ten minutes later he came back carrying something in his mouth. Shifted. Got back in the car and drove away.
Jackpot. Can you describe him?
Maine Coon, red tabby.
In human form?
Fortyish, slim, lots of red hair. Fair complexion.
What about the passenger?
Local kid was riding shotgun.
Is Sam in trouble?
Did he get out of the car?
Sam waited for the driver. Odd thing. As the car drove away, Sam pulled a hood over his head and hid his face, like he didn’t want to be recognized.
Cattus stood. Thanks, Slate. I owe you.
Heard that before.