Book two in the Darklander Lovers series
As a surgeon, Hank is used to working with his hands. Good thing, because those skillful fingers are needed to release the passionate wild cats lying dormant in one tigress of a redheaded woman.
Naughty nurse Nora's passionate response to her blind date unleashes something untamed within her. The only problem is she doesn't appreciate her newfound gift. It's up to Hank to teach her how to embrace her wilder side or they'll both end up as housecats--a curse worse than death for a proud Darklander werecat.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Be My Werecat Tonight by Renee Field
Nora Foster's body hummed in eager anticipation of her blind date. Armed with the note telling her where to meet the man she had bid on for the night, she was glad she had allowed her friends to talk her into participating in the theater's charity auction. She loved the idea of all the proceeds going toward the construction of a new theater playhouse next door to the old cinema she had frequented as a child. So what if her friend Tina was the one forking out a thousand smackeroos to get her a date. It was all for a good cause, or so she told herself.
Nora had a slight buzz from the three drinks she had consumed and was glad she didn't need to drive her car to meet her date for the evening. Walking confidently, she enjoyed the warm breeze of the night. The darkness didn't spook her. Just the opposite. Night had always been her favorite time and she always felt invigorated when the moon came out.
"Help me!" shouted a terrified voice from a darkened alley, jarring her happy thoughts.
Great, just my luck. I'm a witness to a mugging. Nora knew she shouldn't enter the alley but she couldn't ignore the man's plea. Still, she wasn't stupid. She latched onto the mace in her purse and edged cautiously forward into the gray, smelly alley. The rank odor of urine and rotting garbage assaulted her senses. Before she could move two feet a large blur of fur leaped past her, freezing her limbs.
What the hell was that? Nora managed about four more steps and then froze. A real live growling beast of a cat with tiger-striped fur in the front and a sleek mountain lion look from his midsection to his hind legs stood over its prey--the mugger. The cat wasn't doing anything to the man lying prone underneath him but he looked as if he wanted to. Nora froze when the cat swiveled its massive head, assessing her. Green knowing eyes, feral with warmth, seared her. She felt her heartbeat speed up and sweat trickle down her back. Slipping off her black high heels, Nora took a cautious step forward, gripping the mace even harder in her hand.
Tell me again why I am doing this? There is a man with a head wound next to the garbage Dumpster who needs my help. Yeah, that's it. Just ignore the great big growling beastie.
Inching forward, she heard herself mumbling nonsense words. "It's okay, kitty...I'm just going to make sure he's okay." Kitty. Did I just call that prehistoric throwback of a cat a kitty?
A resonating growl slowed her movements. Nora knew, though, she had to make her way to the wounded man. Mustering courage she didn't feel, she took two more steps, keeping her eyes targeted at all times on the large cat. She watched spellbound when the cat licked its lips the minute the mugger pinned underneath him moved. The creature was most definitely male. Something inside her instantly recognized its strength. The massive cat placed a huge paw on the mugger's right arm. The mugger gave one agonized scream and then passed out. From the size of the beast Nora surmised the mugger's arm broke from the cat's weight. Serves that bastard right!
Reaching the wounded man, she turned all her attention to him. A large gash on the back of his head bled profusely. If she didn't stop the flow of blood he'd die. In order to heal him she had to drop her only aid--the mace.
Closing her eyes, Nora blocked out the surreal scene and focused the white healing power within her. The minute her hands tingled with heat she placed them directly on the man's large gash. Nora concentrated with all her might. Pouring her healing strength into the wounded man left her feeling queasy and dizzy. A rough lick on her arm startled Nora into complete awareness of her surroundings.
The beastie-cat brushed his sleek warm fur up against her and purred. The cat purred at me. Nora fought the hysterics threatening to erupt and calmly moved her bare arm out of reach of his massive teeth. Its two long canines were something straight out of a prehistoric textbook. The urge to run her hands through his lush mane of tiger-striped hair rippled through her, singeing her own body with heat. Weird reaction. Must be shock-induced.
Then in a blur of speed straight out of an action movie the cat vanished into the black of the alley, leaving her shaky.
"My head. What happened?" asked the man she'd healed.
"My guess is that man attempted to mug you. I heard you calling for help."
The man moved to his knees, still holding his head. "Did you do that?" He pointed to the unconscious mugger.
"Nope. Not me. I think a big cat scared the shit out of him." Nora shakily got to her feet. "I've got to go. I'll escort you to a cab and you should call the police. If I were you I'd go to the hospital to get that wound looked at."
Nora's head snapped back to the dark alley. I could have sworn I heard another growl. Peering through the darkness, she shook her head. A gripping sadness engulfed her when Nora realized the massive beautiful creature of a cat had disappeared. Looking around for her shoes, she ran a hand through her hair in an attempt to get a grip--slightly alarmed with her sizzling reaction to the feral beast.
A few minutes later Nora walked into the washroom at Cara's Lounge, the place where she was supposed to meet her date for the night. Once she'd washed the man's blood off her hands she strode to the bar and looked around. The note had said her date would be holding a tiger lily. She didn't see anyone with a flower so she ordered a cranberry and vodka, thinking to herself she deserved a drink after what she had witnessed. Thirty minutes later, on her second cranberry beverage, a man approached her carrying a box.
"Are you Nora?" asked the man.
"This is for you. Sign here, please."
Dumbfounded, Nora did as instructed. Perplexed, she opened the box and gasped. A tiger lily lay on top of a small note and underneath the paper was the old-fashioned nurse's uniform she had admired at Midnight Madness Lingerie Boutique. Taking out the note, she blushed bright pink.
Let me unleash the wild cat within you. Answer your door at midnight. Your blind date