The only thing worse than having a hot neighbor you’re too intimidated to talk to is accidentally hitting his cat with your car. Felix Lane was perfectly content to spend the rest of his days with Sunny, his canary life companion, in their quiet little corner of the suburbs. But then Kirk Shoo with his unusual eyes moved in across the street, and Felix’s carefully constructed life is starting to unravel. When your every bad-boy fantasy lingers at the mailbox, stands too close and smells too damn good, what’s an under-appreciated administrative assistant to do? Besides sneak out the backdoor to go to work? But when Kirk’s cat runs out in front of Felix on his way home, he has no choice but to face the music and his dream man. Unless ... What starts as a tragic accident turns into something far more bizarre. And when Felix’s backyard begins to look like a pet cemetery, he has no choice but to come clean. That is, if he can manage to find his sexy neighbor at all.

Nine Stones

They way he’d paled in the ice cream shop had been on Felix’s mind all day. He was pretty sure it was due to his injuries, but what if it was Felix talking about Sunny? What if it reminded him of his cat?


He should tell him about the car accident, but how could he now when he wasn’t sure the cat was still buried in his backyard. Of course it was, dead cats didn’t disappear, and yet the handprint…


A gust of wind curled around his naked body, and he went to shut the balcony door. When he looked out the window, he saw a cat trot from the lawn onto the patio below. For a heartbeat, he stood there. Was he going insane? There couldn’t suddenly be cats everywhere.


His subconscious was trying to tell him something.


Chapter 8