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324 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 11, 2021

I hiss at him, then am horrified I hissed at him and try to fix it with a few licks. Then I’m horrified I’m licking him and just give up and flop on my side.
“Oh no, drama leopard is back. I also missed drama leopard.”
“Shh. I am now a fur blanket, not a leopard.”
“Oh fun,” he says as he grabs my body and drags it on top of himself. “Ooh, you’re like one of those weighted blankets.”
“Weighted blanket of depression.”
He follows me back into the room and when I get in bed, he jumps up and sits on Ari’s chest as his tail flops onto his face.
“I’m suffocating! What the hell!”
“He dare sleep with my mate,” he says, even though Ari can’t hear him. Ari starts struggling, which makes Rowan pin him down harder and enjoy it a little more. He’s purring for a whole new reason now.
“Your fluffy balls are in my face, man! What the hell!” Ari cries.
“He must suffer for trying to steal my mate.”
“He’s not trying to steal me!” I assure him.
He slowly blinks at me before taking the back of his paw and rubbing at his face. I narrow my eyes at what might be the cutest thing I’ve ever witnessed in my life. He gazes up at me before flicking his tail up and catching it between two paws and I realize that he is a monster.
“Quinn, I can’t stop looking at it,” I whisper.
“You’re the one who took it! Just close your eyes. The spell needs direct eye contact to work.”
Ari slowly blinks at me again before giving me a yawn and rubbing at his eyes some more with his stupidly adorable paws.
“Goddammit, Quinn, save me!”
“I… I think you’re too far gone.”
“You know I’m not deaf, right?” Emery asks as he slowly lowers his book to look at me. “My hearing is the supreme of the supreme. The crème… brûlée.”
“The what?” I ask, horribly confused.
“He means crème de la crème,” Graham says as he walks into the room.
“I was a poor child, we weren’t given correct words,” Emery says while glaring at Graham, like it’s Graham’s fault he picked the wrong word.
I’m overcome with this ridiculous unimaginable desire to just clean him (Quinn, not shifted) all up as I pin his face down with my paws and lick him again. I will prevail! “Your tongue is made of sandpaper. How about you stop?” “I can’t… must… clean… mate.” …
“You’re licking my cheek damn near raw! Stooooop!” he yells, but he must not understand the importance of a clean mate.
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(from Quinn's POV) …he licks my face, including my eyelid, which feels like it gets torn off. But he’s happy and he’s purring again…
They are also a kind of leopard and not much bigger than normal house cats. Super cute, aren't they?! ♡
“Do you trust him?” Ari asks. “What about that time he tried giving me to a crazy cat lady in exchange for the TV in her cart? Remember that?”
Quinn grins. “It was a really nice TV! And it was the last one on sale.”
“She wanted to make me her pet.” Ari’s got his huge eyes out, like that’ll help.
“You would’ve escaped.”
“She told me ‘I bet you’d be soft to cuddle naked.’”
…
“Do you have that lady’s number and think she’d still be interested?” Ari gasps and he’s so horrified that he lets go of Quinn.
“Heathen. I was rooting for you.” “For what?” I ask.
“I… don’t know but now I’m not, so there. Logan, hold me!” Ari says as he dramatically holds his arms out until Logan walks up and gathers him into his arms where Ari is finally quiet and content.


