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

Kirk bolted upright right before Felix heard a crash from the upper floor. “Wait here.”


“What?” Why would Felix wait when there was something in his house?


“Stay here, love. I’ll take care of it. I’m sure it’s a bird who has gotten in through the balcony door. We’ll scare it if both of us run up.” Kirk gave him a quick peck on the lips and stalked toward the stairs. Felix followed, but Kirk stopped and gave him a look.


Grinning, Kirk pulled him close. The heat of his body made Felix weak in the knees. He smelled so damn good, he wanted to climb him, and Felix was not a climber—he wasn’t. He was always calm and controlled in a…relationship, not that he’d had many, but he didn’t want to come across as needy.


Walking them a step back until Felix’s back hit the front door, Kirk bent down and captured his lips in a scorching kiss. Heat rushed to Felix’s groin, and he whimpered.


Chapter 22