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Spell of the Cat

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21K  fantasy romance about a race of shape-shifting cat-like creatures, called Baashi. They’ve hidden from humans for thousands of years. But a scientist has recently discovered a pack and is conducting experiments to learn more about them. Jenna, a computer specialist at the research laboratory and Keth, one of the males of the pack, are thrown together in a series of mind-shattering encounters that bond them to one another. Can the pyschc connection known as ‘mys’ become something stronger through the power of love?

 

 

 

Keth awakened in a disoriented fog. Something silken and solid against his chest exuded a warming comfort. An embrace tightened around him and his memory rushed through him like a fire hose turned on full force. How could he have forgotten!

He should have been long gone after loving the woman. Moving with his cat-like speed, he rolled from the bed and hit the floor, transforming at once. Thank the mys, his energy seemed restored and the transformation took place with almost no effort and no sparks. On the bed, the woman thrashed, then sat up with a groan.

What the hell–? Jenna grabbed her head, trying to make sense of the jumble in her brain. She jerked her hand away from the tangled hair with a surprised squeak. Where was her head wrap? She looked around in confusion for it, felt her muscles protest once more. And waves of erotic sensation flooded her while incredible images from a dream engulfed her. Indeed, she realized her sex was moist and one strap of her nightie was under her arm. Wow. That had to be some dream!

That dream! Her body ached as if it had been well-loved all night in reality. An incredible glow of well-being lit her up from within as she remembered the images. Oh God, how real it seemed! Even now it was hard to believe it had been only a fantasy.

Trembling, she swung her leg over the edge of the bed, hurrying to escape from it and the memories. As her foot touched the floor, she met the shimmering gaze of the injured feral cat. His head poised at thigh level and his gaze didn’t flicker from hers. She froze, her hand still in her unruly hair. The cat’s long tail made a graceful sweep behind it as a long purr rumbled deep in its chest. Jenna shivered, squeaked and snatched her foot back, clutching the sheet against her breast, exposed by the disarrayed nightie.

“What are you doing in here?” she spluttered.

She immediately felt like an idiot, both for the question and for her prudish reaction. For heaven’s sake, it was a cat. She glanced toward the door, still closed like she’d left it last night and gingerly put her feet to the floor. She pulled her night gown straight, bent over and brushed a hand over the cat’s head and the other down its side. “How’d you get in here, hm? Hey!” Her hand froze. “You’re not hurt! What the–”

She knelt beside it on the floor and methodically examined its entire body. Except for a healed over scar where the deepest wound had been, it was completely unblemished. A prickle raced up her spine and lifted the hair on the back of her neck.

She fondled the feline’s coat, feeling a possessive streak wash over her. She should take it to the lab, report her experiences to Dr. Phillips. But what about the animals at the lab? They had never shown this ability. What was different about this cat, her cat?

The strange beasts’ apparent intelligence and strength were enough to pique Dr. Philips’ scholarly focus. If he knew about this ability, what would he do? The aides often complained of being ‘creeped out’ by the cats, but Jenna hadn’t paid attention to their wilder theories. Now she was confronted with solid evidence. What would happen to the creatures at the lab if the others knew about what had happened here tonight?

Again her mind drifted to the wild dream and a moan escaped her lips. Jenna clamped down on the impulse. The big animal rose on his hind feet, front legs on her chest, rubbing its head against her face and neck. The purr had turned into a noise like a smooth engine unlike anything she’d heard from any of the lab felines. An answering flush of pure satisfaction echoed through her body. She made up her mind. She wasn’t taking him in. He wasn’t going to become a research subject in a cage.

Just then, she caught a glimpse of the clock beside the bed. With a curse, she jumped to her feet. Damn! How’d she slept so late? She was going to be late to work. Forgetting the cat, Jenna dashed to the bathroom for a quick shower and returned to the bedroom with a towel hugged around her. The cat sat in the center of the bed, its huge golden eyes fastened on her. His gaze held hers as its mouth yawned wide to show the spike teeth and pink tongue. Jenna paused and then, telling herself she was being silly, she dropped the towel. Still she turned her back and hastily pulled her underwear and clothing on.

She raced out to the living room where Snowball joined her in the kitchen. Once more Jenna was reminded of the mystery of how the other cat got into her bedroom, but she was in too much of a hurry to think about it now.

She dumped cat food into a bowl on the floor. She stroked Snowball’s belly and after a momentary hesitation, patted the other cat’s head.

“You be good,” she murmured. “I’m not taking you to the lab. If you’re still in good shape when I get home, I’ll release you.”

She stood up. With a final glance at the cats, she grabbed her lab jacket, purse and keys. In moments, she was gone.

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When the door closed, Keth transformed back to man shape. He ignored Snowball who yowled and jumped backward at the sudden change. Keth stared at the closed door in stunned disbelief. He had glimpsed the logo on the pocket and recognized the emblem that had been on the side of the truck from yesterday evening.

The letters R.I.A.T. interwoven into a crest. Research Institute of Alpha Taxonomy.

How could she be one of them? Had she possibly been in the car that hit him? How ironic that his pack mates had brought him to this house of all the ones they might have chosen. But he was too ill to have been taken back into town.

But what really made his head reel was the connection he’d made with her last night. Even this morning, when he watched her coming out of the bathroom, her body glistening like golden honey, he’d wanted to jump her again right there. There had been a powerful link between them. Although he was healed, he had been contemplating another night with her, enjoying the relationship between them. He had thought he might come to her in man form.

But now–? He had to get the hell out of here. His head swung around. He saw Snowball backed against a desk, its fur raised.

He paused to pick it up and pat it reassuringly.

Dropping the cat, he moved around the desk and glimpsed some of her paperwork from the research lab. Pushing it aside, he found a spare badge. An idea percolated to the surface of his mind.

He forced himself to think logically. She was a part of the lab that was capturing his people. He had connected with her. That connection should give an opportunity to get into the lab, to find out more about what was going on there.

He’d start here at the house, he thought, looking around, rubbing his chest. He glanced down at himself and pursed his lips. And then he needed to find some clothes.

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Book series – The Baashi

The Baashi series

Since ancient times, energy has flowed between the cat shape-shifters known as the Baashi and humans in a therapeutic symbiosis. One species can revive and strengthen the other. The Baashi were once viewed as gods but when humans began to try to control and exploit their power, the Baashi went into hiding, roaming the world in small feral packs.

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#1. Spell of the Cat

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#2. Secret of the Cat in production

 

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Since ancient times, supernatural energy has flowed between humans and the cat shape-shifters known as the Baashi. One species can revive and strengthen the other; intimate relations between the two produce spectacular results. The Baashi were once viewed as gods but when humans began to try to control and exploit their power, the Baashi went into hiding, roaming the world in small feral packs.
 

 Spell of the Cat 

The shape-shifting cat-like creatures called Baashi, have hidden from humans for eons. Jenna, a computer specialist at a laboratory  where the Baashi are being experimented on, has begun to despise what is happening to the mysterious creatures. Keth, a male of the Baashi, returns from a journey to find his pack being captured and disappearing into a lab. He’ll do anyting to get inside that lab and rescue his people. Jenna and Keth are bound together in a series of mind-shattering encounters. But in order to be together, one of them will have to betray their own kind.

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Secret of the Cat

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The proud sensual Baashi male named Dare has come to a small coastal town in search of humans who prey on his kind. Most of the Baashi in this town have either fled or keep a very low profile. The police haven’t been able to solve the series of gruesome murders recently taking place. One of the cops, Angela, attracts Dare’s attention. He’s baffled by the hint of dysfunctional Baashi mys emanating from her. Can a Baashi know nothing about their nature? He’s wildly drawn to her, but how can he convince her of what she is?

Angela’s beliefs about reality are threatened when she learns that a mysterious cult is stalking shape shifters in her town and that she herself may be one of the shape-shifters. Can she and Dare defeat this menace and learn to embrace their bond? The connection has to be hot enough to carry her to a new awareness of what she truly is.

 

EXCERPT

Blood. He scented it in the night air. The smell got under his skin like an itch he couldn’t scratch. He was looking for Baashi but he couldn’t seem to separate them from the smell of blood.

Dare had arrived in this small town, called Benton, earlier in the evening. He’d been driving his van idly around, seeking Baashi, those like him who lived on the edge of human society, reliant on it but forever apart. Humans were dangerous. He knew that because he’d lost his sister to them across the country half a year ago. He swanted to find out how the killerws of his sister had learned of the Baashi. Rumors had brought him to this part of the country. He wasn’t really interested in a pack. He roamed alone since his sister, beautiful Cherta had been sruck down. The guilt ate at him constantly. He hadn’t ben there when she was captured.

His mys sense shivered a warning through him. The contact with Baashi shivered in and out but something was very wrong here. Something evil. He couldn’t hang on to another Baashi connection to exchange information. They were either hiding or being blocked. What was the danger?

He caught flare of someone else’s mys. Strong. Charged with emotion. Urgently, he steered his van in the direction the connection pulled him. His heart began to pound as he drew nearer. The smell of blood almost choked him and the other’s mys was now wide open and screaming in fear. Dare slammed his vehicle to a stop at the curb on a deserted street. A large black SUV blocked the entrance of an alley. The shriek inside his head was disturbing, making his defensive mode spring to life. He almost fell from the seat of his vehicle already changing to beast form, his clothes shredding from muscles that re-formed into the powerful shape of a big tawny cat. As his head elongated, his lips drew back from gleaming fangs, a roar reverberating from his throat. He leaped to the other side of the SUV and paused to take in the scene before him with his feral senses, ears twitching to the smallest sound.

Three men threatened a young WOMAN. She was the one who was screaming, her mys perception flaring in and out. One of the men held her arms trapped behind her, while two other men stabbed at her with long blades. The front of her dress was soaked and her strength was already ebbing. Why she didn’t shift, Dare couldn’t tell. t was up to him to rescue her.

Everyone had frozen, probably in reaction to his roar. His long sensitive whiskers prickled a warning of another presence. From the corner of his eye, he took in the old man beside the SUV, even as he crossed the pavement like a flash, pounced and scattered the men away from the girl. With another roar, he slashed out with his claws.

A cut opened across the closest man’s chest. He fell to his knees, gurgling an incoherent and bloody curse. Dare fought to take another one in the arm so that it hung useless at his side. The other one dropped the girl to the ground and pulled out another knife.

“Beast!” yelled the old man. A bullet whistled past Dare, clanging into a trash can.

Run! He transmitted to the girl. crying and disheveled, she dragged herself toward the side of the building. When the old man turned on her with the gun, Dare knocked him to the ground face down. “Master!” cried the other man. “Move!”

He swung his knife at Dare with a vicious swipe, his eyes maniacal. Lashing out with his long tail, Dare knocked the weapon from his hand, inflicting a painful slap.

The old man raised to one elbow. “Don’t let the bitch escape!”

Dare saw the gun raise once more. He flung his body between the old man and the girl who was finally shifting, a dusky coated female, crippled and frenzied. The bullet hit dare where his right front leg joined his torso. He rolled away, the pain disabling for a moment.

The old white-haired man looked at Dare with hatred in his glare. “Beast!” he spat. “I’ll destroy you for daring to lay your foul appendage on me.” He struggled to get to his feet, moving with the painful slowness of age. The other man had run to him, fluttering with concern, but seeming hesitant to touch the man. Dare guessed that reluctance indicated high deference to a superior. The old man was some kind of dominant and was cursing at his companion to go after the abomination.

While the two of them were stumbling about one another, Dare took the opportunity to escape. He slunk away to his nearby van. With blood streaming from his flank, it strained him to shift back to human-like form. His vision was blurred by the time he managed to shift and drag his naked body behind the steering wheel. He had left the motor running and now managed to get it into gear and maneuver it down the street. Laying his foot on the accelerator, he charged into the main street, forcing a couple of cars to swerve around him with horns blaring.

Gotta find a sanctuary. Get healing. By sheer will power, he managed to retain consciousness and keep the vehicle in the proper lane more or less.

He didn’t trust humans much. The ones he’d just left made him even more unwilling to interact with them. But he needed one now. He needed to draw on the synergistic power that flowed between the two kinds of life in order to accelerate his healing. And he had to do it soon.

Then he heard police sirens.

 

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