ITS THROWBACK THURSDAY CONTEST TIME!! The first person to correctly comment with the title of the Pennyroyal Green book that includes this excerpt will win a signed copy of it!! (And if youve previous won a book, they were mailed, and you should get them this week or early next!) On your marks...get set...GO! ***** “ e went that way, yer lordship. Like a streak e was. Five minutes ago now!” he pointed toward the mews of the townhouse nearest them. “Bless you!” Jules planted a kiss on the shocked mans shiny bald head and tore in that direction like the Hounds of Hell, or at the very least, a Pekingese, were in hot pursuit. And then he came to an abrupt halt. Because there was indeed a furry creature of some kind, upside down, all four limbs in the air, sprawled on its back in the mews. It was wearing a blue bow. Oh, God. His heart sank. From the looks of things, a horse and carriage had knocked into it, perhaps stunned or killed it. Grief and disappointment sickened and stunned him. He put his hands to his head. He couldnt bear telling her. He leaned very carefully, very reluctantly, toward it. The cat stretched languidly, pointing all of its toes like a ballerina, exposing a luxuriously fluffy tawny-colored stomach to the sun. It blinked enormous green eyes sleepily, then closed them again, and curled one paw under its chin, looking for all the world like a prone, somnolent pugilist. With a fat, furry belly. Adorable! Christ, he didnt think hed ever used that word to describe anything in his entire life. Perhaps he ought to rethink his stance on cats. This one had a belly like a...like a *cloud*...one just yearned to touch it. And the blue satin ribbon tied around its neck was irresistibly whimsical. He crept toward it, very cautiously, lest it do something cats were famous for doing, like bolt. It opened one eye and watched his progress, not so much with alarm as with a sort of dispassionate curiosity. Perhaps it was far too drugged from the sun to startle easily. He saw its fat belly rise and fall with a great cat sigh. And when he was near, within distance of touching it, he lowered himself slowly into a crouch, crooning nonsense sounds like a looby, happy his knees didnt crack like gunshots and send the beast scrambling. Slowly, slowly, painstakingly slowly, he extended a hand, and—how could he resist?—he sank his hand gently into the soft belly fur. “There now, Charybdis, why dont we—” The cats limbs snapped closed over his arm like a bear trap and it sunk its teeth into his hand, ears flattened evilly. Jules screamed like a woman.
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