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

Anger, hot and wild, filled his mind. Who couldn’t respect a resting place? His back yard might not be the best place for a pet cemetery, but he’d tried to give all these animals a respectful burial, a final resting place where they could find peace.


Never when he’d put Sunny here had he believed there would be an additional eight stones next to his. He’d been afraid to get a new bird, afraid it would dim the memory of Sunny, but nothing ever would. Sunny would always be his beautiful canary, his companion and partner.


He placed a mostly black stone at the top of the white cat’s grave and walked back to the house. His clothes dripping, his hands dirty, and his mind screaming.


When he opened the patio door, his heart leaped to his throat. Kirk was sitting on his living room sofa—naked. There were cuts and scrapes all over his body, and he was watching Felix with a blank face.


Felix looked around, wondering where the brown spotted cat went. “Kirk?”


Chapter 25