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

A chill shot through him. Did someone open the graves only to fill them again? No, it wasn’t possible. No one did such things.


He finished digging the grave, made it even deeper than the previous one, and put the cat on the bottom of it. Sweat trickled down his back—he’d need to shower before he left.


When he’d refilled the grave, he went into the garage in search of some chicken wire he had there. This time he’d make sure no one would touch the grave. He measured a piece large enough to cover the entire resting place and went to get the pegs from the tent he’d bought a couple of years ago when he believed he’d become one of those cool outdoorsy people. He’d never used it. He’d never leave Sunny home alone to go camping, it’d been a ridiculous idea.


Chapter 17