The long-awaited sequel to Kitten! Master Ashley and his beloved "Kitten", cat-shifter Shaun, are back to face more obstacles standing in the way of their happiness. When Shaun's stolen, Ashley does everything in his power to rescue his beloved Kitten--even crossing entire continents. When he finds Shaun, however, things aren't quite what they seem to be. Does Ashley have a place in Shaun's new life? Or will the love they've built crumble in the face of life-altering events?
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| Excerpt ~~ Kitten 2 |
He didn’t exactly have Ashley’s permission for this idea, but then it wouldn’t be a surprise if he did. Since his master trusted Shaun in all things, he felt no qualms as he pushed the cart around the aisles, searching for what he wanted. Carefully he selected the lobster tails and the ingredients for the seafood salad he planned on making. As he passed by a selection of candles, he hesitated. He definitely wanted something romantic for Ashley, and he paused for a long moment, eyeing row after row of candles. Finally, Shaun settled on two slender red ones with ruby-colored crystal holders.
After picking out a good wine, he took his purchases to the checkout. Shaun put everything on the counter and patiently waited his turn. He knew the clerk by name and gave her a smile as she began ringing his things up.
"Something special tonight, Shaun?" Tina asked as she scanned his items. Most of the clerks knew him quite well and were generally friendly to him.
"Master’s birthday." Shaun grinned at her. Spying a small box of Ashley’s favorite chocolates, he picked it up and quickly added it to the pile. Most of the time Ashley always bought Shaun’s favorite, and Shaun wanted to return the favor.
"Tell Ashley I said Happy Birthday."
"I will, Miss Tina." After he bagged everything, he took the receipt from her. In a good mood, he left the store and headed back to the house.
As he walked across the park, he spotted two enforcers walking toward him. Instead of passing the were by, one of them stepped abruptly in front of Shaun. Forced to stop, Shaun stared down at the ground, waiting for one of them to speak.
"Your mark, were," The older man demanded as he grabbed Shaun’s arm with bruising pressure.
Not daring to struggle or argue, Shaun bowed his head as the other man pulled back his hair. Shaun felt the press of the recorder to his neck as it scanned his tattoo.
"He belongs to Ashley Winters. He’s clear."
"Pity. He’d be worth ten years' salary on the market." Disgruntled, the man raised his hand and gripped Shaun’s chin, forcing Shaun to look at him.
Dread nearly made Shaun tremble as he saw the gleam of avarice in the man’s eyes. With a shrug, the other man said, "He’s legit. Nothing you can do."
Reminded of that fact, the enforcer released Shaun and moved to the side. "Get out of here, were."
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