Saturday, August 31, 2013
Snippet Saturday: Author's Choice
Snippet Saturday is the brainchild of author Lauren Dane, wherein a group of authors select thematic excerpts from their work and share them on Saturday mornings. This Saturday's snippet is author's choice. I thought I'd share a "cat-themed" snippet from an author friend, Jeffe Kennedy!
From PLATINUM http://www.jeffekennedy.com/platinum-2/
A knock on the door made her jump and she realized no one really ever came in that way. She opened the door to Steel, large in her doorway, pecs bunched against his black shirt and biceps corded as he held the red and white cooler. His hair was wet, his chin free of stubble and he smelled of bay rum aftershave. Stepping back to let him in, she commented that she did own a refrigerator.
“Bet there’s not any beer in it though,” he replied, setting the cooler on the polished wood floor. “I told the pizza dude to come up the alley and honk—wasn’t sure how you usually do it.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever had a pizza delivered.”
He gave her a mock-astonished look and shook his head, then spotted Artemisia in the window. “You have a cat?”
“Yes—two.” So strange that he knew so much about her and not the daily stuff. “That’s Artemisia. Tassi is out in the garden.”
He cocked an eyebrow at her, crossed the room and scratched the cat’s ears, to her ecstatic delight. “You named them after the warring painters?”
“They had a contentious relationship as kittens. One minute snuggled together, the next spitting and hissing.” She shrugged. “It seemed appropriate.”
“You never mentioned you have cats.” He scanned the series of rooms, sharp eyes taking in the funny angles she loved, the décor, pausing on the various pieces on the walls. He seemed big for her space, all that intense male energy in contrast to her wicker furniture and pale watermelon throws. But Artemisia arched her spine into his hand, blinking in feline adoration. Apparently his charm extended to all females.
“It’s kind of a cliché, isn’t it? Aging single woman, lives alone with her two cats.”
“Darlin’, you are the least cliché person I ever met.”
And then a bit later in the story:
He stayed the night, shucking the leather and snuffing the candles, then cuddling her close. She fell into sleep, barely aware of the cats settling onto the bed with them.
In the morning, she woke to the sound of Steel murmuring to Tassi, calling him a good little tomcat. She opened her eyes, taking in his very tousled hair and stubbled face. Tassi was splayed unashamedly on his back, paws wide while Steel rubbed his belly.
“He doesn’t have much ‘Tom’ left,” she said. “I’m afraid that was taken care of quite some time ago.”
“Shh.” Steel gave her a mock stern look. “Never speak of it. We didn’t hear a thing, did we, Tassi? No—you’re a manly cat.”
She giggled and he flashed a grin at her, then leaned in and kissed her.
“Hi.” She suddenly felt a little shy.
“I know you need to get up and open the gallery. Can I see you tonight? I have something special in mind. No rules. No games.”
“Okay.” What was he up to now? “Do I dress up?”
“No. Grubby clothes.”
“I’m not cleaning that basement.” She climbed out of bed, her body feeling limber and strong.
“No, darlin’.” He followed her and gave her a friendly pat on the bottom. “Much, much more fun than that.”
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