Book Two: MMM Paranormal Shifter Romance / Fated Mates / Daddy Kink / MC club / Two Sexy Daddy’s / One adorably lethal Little cat
Cosmo, a tiny black-footed cat, uses his Little persona to cope with the darker side of his lifestyle. Can his two fated mates see beyond the cute exterior before those hunting Cosmo succeed in their mission—to murder him?
Harley and Nomad, mates, in need of a place to lie low until the dust settles on their last shifter council operation, find their way to Cookietown. They apply and take the offer to run the local BDSM club, only Fate steps once more into their lives and they meet their third, Cosmo.
Cosmo feels the pull to the two large cats, but he’s uncertain they’ll accept him for who he really is. Problem, they aren’t his biggest concern, not by far. Secretly uncovering information on the shifter council, Cosmo doesn’t know who to trust with everything he’s discovered.
Through patience, threats, a near death experience, and an unforgettable spanking, the two cats finally win over Cosmo, only this is when their problems truly begin. The clock is ticking and the race to save the shifter community is on. Will they succeed or lose everything?
Little & Lethal (Book two of the Little Paws Haven Series) is a paranormal, fated mates, daddies/boy romance where two panthers learn small can be equally deadly.
Exclusive excerpt:
The yellow smelled like lemon. He used
it to outline the sun, then colored it in with cherry scented red and orange
scented orange, thin lines that crisscrossed and blended. As he worked, he
lazily kicked his legs, humming along with the songs that filled the room, all
of them from cartoon movies he knew and loved.
By the time he’d added puffy purple
clouds and v shaped birds flying over the ocean, he’d dotted his fingers with
an impressive array of shades. Tongue poked between his lips, he added the
finishing touches, a shark fin sticking up out of the water, and two pieces of
a severed surfboard, the jagged bite marks showing exactly what had happened to
it.
There. Perfect. Time to go find Bash.
Skipping out the door into the main
part of the club with a bright smile on his face, Cosmo let his eyes skim over
the faces in the room, searching for the big rhino shifter, and noticed Otis
staring in his direction.
“Have you seen Bash,” Cosmo called,
waving the picture over his head like a trophy. “I have a present for him!”
Of course, he said it so loudly that
Otis didn’t need to point Bash out, Cosmo saw him moving towards him and
bounded his way, coming to a stop only a few feet away from where one of the
new men stood behind the bar talking to Gabai and Rocco.
“What ya got, Cosmo?” Bash asked as he
bent a little to get a better look at what Cosmo held.
“I drew you a picture.”
“So you did. This is awesome. Thank
you.”
“You like it?”
“Very much. I’m going to put this
somewhere special.”
Grinning up at him, Cosmo turned his
hands over to show him all the colors the markers had left behind. “Can you
help me clean up?”
“Of course,” Bash replied, taking
Cosmo’s hand and leading him back behind the bar, right past Rocco and the
others to reach the sink.
Bash pumped so much liquid soap on his
hands that it made bubbles when the water hit them. Cosmo giggled and blew at
one that fluttered up in the air as Bash took his time rubbing the marker ink
from Cosmo’s fingers, then drying his hands on one of the bar rags hanging
there.
“Good as new,” Bash declared when he’d
finished and inspected his handiwork.
“Thank you,” Cosmo said before
wrapping his arms around the big man’s waist and hugging him tightly. He got a
big, warm hug in return which left him feeling happy and more than ready to
return to the daycare and curl up somewhere comfy. Especially if there were
snacks and movie time.
He caught one of the new guys staring
again, a fierce scowl darkening his features, so Cosmo scowled back and stuck
his tongue out at him for good measure, before returning to the playroom, happy
to see the flatscreen on and a wet and droopy llama startled by a lightning
flash.
It was one of his favorite movies, so
he dragged the beanbag over and got comfortable, fingertips tracing over the
soft and fuzzy cover that kept the beans inside.
The next time one of them scowled at
him, he hoped he was in his kitty cat form. He was gonna stick his tail in the
air and maybe even kick something over on them when he walked away. And if he
should happen to hiss too, then so be it.
That would teach them.
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