What I’m Working On: CATS IN HEAT

This is the first in a series of upcoming paranormal romance novellas and I’m having lots of fun with it.

I was really looking forward to a late summer/early fall release, but I’ll see–I have a lot on my plate at the moment. Details coming as soon as I have them! For now, I’ll leave you with the blurb and a brief teaser (book in progress, please excuse any typos).


Adelaide Deveraux lives a quiet life in the country, never quite fitting in with other people and preferring her spare time spent caring for the various stray cats in the area. But late one Friday night, a feline of a much larger persuasion shows up at her door, shifting into a very injured—and very naked—human man in need of help.

Erik Wells has been on the run his whole life: from the people who killed his parents when he was a boy, from a group determined to exterminate his own kind, and now from the underground gladiator ring who abduct shifters and have them fight to the death for entertainment. And he needs to keep running, but something about Addie draws him to her home and her care.
The tiger in him senses it: there’s more to Addie than apparent at first glance—more to her knack for working with roots and herbs; more to her prophetic dreams; more to the secrets buried in her family history. But if she is who he thinks she is, the danger’s just beginning, as the powerful man responsible for keeping Erik captive for so long will stop at nothing to obtain her for his own.

Her flashlight caught a shimmer in the tall grass around the shed.
Addie froze and swung the beam back around again. Grass and weeds
twisted with the violent beat of wind as her flashlight shone around the side
of the shed.
Again the light caught it, two small, glowing balls of amber in the tall
grass. Addie frowned and squinted against the wind, wondering what the hell—
It stepped forward suddenly and the grass parted. The face came into
view first, amber eyes watching her, and then the shoulders pushed forward.
Large, heavy paws pounded on the ground.
Her heart caught up somewhere near her throat at the sight of the
massive tiger walking toward her.
Addie blinked but it remained—not a whisper of a shifting vision or a
trick played by her eyes. A real, live, enormous predatory cat was only eight
feet away.
And getting closer.
Trembles ran down her arms and she tightened her grip on the flashlight
until her knuckles were almost white. Her throat closed and she couldn’t draw
in a breath or even think; she could only stare.
The large cat took another step forward.
Her rational brain pushed at her to flee even as she knew wild animals
could sense fear and that this wild animal was close enough that she
couldn’t get away. Still, she took an experimental step backward.
The tiger padded forward.
Another step back. The rain beat against her face but she couldn’t look
away and her entire body shook as fear raced through her veins. The flashlight
beam bounced on the tiger, flickering back and forth with her trembling.
She could scream but no one would hear her. A few more steps and she was
halfway to the house but the tiger had broken free of the grass and was passing
the shed. He was huge, his shoulders coming up to her waist. Her eyes flickered
down to his paws. Claws dug into the soft, wet dirt as he stalked forward.
Irony of ironies, the neighborhood cat lady is going to die being eaten
by a tiger
. She couldn’t quite laugh at the absurdity of the
situation, not as the beast continued toward her.
Then he stopped abruptly. His head dipped forward and shoulders slumped.
Addie continued backing up but the tiger didn’t attack, didn’t surge in her
direction to make the kill. His attempted step forward was shaky and weak. He
wavered, tottering from side to side, before stumbling and landing in a heap.
Addie paused warily.
She should run, she knew—her brain screamed at her to flee, to lock the
door and call the entire county emergencies forces down to catch the thing. Instead,
some buried instinct rose and cautioned her.
Wait. Just…wait.
She did, trusting that inner voice even as her heart hammered.
The tiger’s pelt rippled as her flashlight swung over it. Orange and
black stripes shuddered and shrank, fur rolling back like water and
disappearing into pale skin. Muscles and bones twisted and contorted, snapping painfully,
until an entirely new shape lay on her lawn.
Addie stared down at a bruised, bloody, and completely naked human man.
About Asha King

Asha King likes good-looking men and hot books, and often strives to combine the two in contemporary, paranormal, and suspenseful romantic stories. She lives in the exotic land of Alberta, Canada, where she doesn’t ride a polar bear to work but does drink vast amounts of locally brewed beer and watches hockey.


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