Getting enough cream is a problem for this cat…

Jag Arizon has a plan to correct that. A jaguar from the Kind species, big cats infected with vampyre blood, he walks in both worlds. Aside from blood, he’s addicted to cream, and only one person can cure him. In convincing her to donate to his cause, Jag gets much more than he bargained for.

Barbara Dorsey, the uptight co-owner of the local coffee shop, has all the cream this cat needs. But she’s only giving it away in dreams to the one man who not only opens the door to her every desire -- he can change her world forever.

REVIEW

J. Hali Steele is a wonderful voice in erotic romance. Jag and Barbara will reach out, grab you and not let go until the end of the story. She has created the fabulous world of the Kind, an amazingly new twist on the vampire myth. Excellent work by Ms. Steele!

Reviewed by: Author Liena Ferror
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EXCERPT

Jag entered the shop and stopped. He stood silently and watched Barbara stare out of the window for a few minutes. He wanted to drink in her gorgeous body. She had curves that didn’t stop. He’d never have to stoop far to taste those sweet come-and-get-me lips.

Why couldn’t he forget this woman? His cat felt a connection to her, and he did too. How? The jaguar in him started to prowl back and forth. It grew harder and harder to bring it under control whenever he got near her. It mewled and growled for release.

She wore her pretty dark brown hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. Golden-brown tendrils escaped being captured by the barrette she used. He wanted to reach out and push them behind her ears like he’d seen her do a hundred times. Jag thought about doing that, maybe while holding her head, watching her suck the life out of… Whoa, big guy. Reality check.

From behind, her apron strings topped a full, delicious-looking butt. He didn’t need to see her voluptuous breasts to know they strained the little buttons on the front of her shirt. And Jag could stare into those violet-blue eyes all day long. The rest of his life, in fact. Barbara was all woman. And hot. Right now his body told him how much he wanted her. His shaft throbbed. It had a life of its own as it moved around in his pants.

“Thinking about me, pet?” Jag whispered in her ear.

Barbara jumped at the sound of his voice. Her face was full of anxiety when she turned to look at him. “Well, if it isn’t Juan Valdez.” Jag could tell she tried to gather herself. “Sorry, my tables are all full. Go somewhere else.”

“There’s always one open for me.” He smiled and pointed to the table where the office execs quickly vacated their seats. Leron had that effect on most people. All he did was stand there. They moved, and fast. His friend, the same size as Jag, got a kick out of flashing his cat’s eyes at people. It scared the shit out of them, and when they looked again to see them normal, they were still freaked out. He’d be given a wide berth afterward.

“Look, Jag, this is a coffee bar, so I have the right to flag you. You’re flagged. Now go away.” Her body remained stiff with anger as she walked to the counter.

He called after her, “I’m a little thirsty, don’t turn me away. The Swirl has the best cream in town.” He went to the table Leron had cleared, took a seat and waited for her to come take his order. Jag wanted to watch her big hips sway down the aisle between the tables.
Christ, he was going to have to strap his hard-on down if this kept up. He envisioned his hands on her hips, pulling her tight against his body so she could feel how aroused she made him. So what if she was human. Would she be repulsed by his cat? Let’s not even deal with the vampyre part yet. His animal purred inside.
Hell, this could be a problem. He wasn’t a cat most humans wanted sleeping beside them at night.

The Kind species consisted of big cats infected with vampyre blood thousands of years ago. When they weren’t cat, they were vampyre. Glorious fangs and all. He could change clothes in the blink of an eye and rip a human heart out with claws just as quick. He could become jaguar with a thought.

Jag watched Barbara walk toward his table. Maybe she’d be different. She owned a cat, he could smell it on her. He’d like to be her house cat. He should ask her out. What if she said no? He didn’t know if his pride could take a blow like that. He’d never been turned down by a cat… uhh… a human. Hell, he’d never been turned down. Period. Did she have to know he was a jaguar? His primal beast protested against that thought and scratched at him. It wanted to know her intimately.

“Jag, I know what you want, a caramel swirl latte with two shots. Leron, what can I get for you?” She wouldn’t even look at Jag.

“I’ll take a black coffee.”

Barbara turned to leave when Jag stopped her. “Barbie, I don’t think I’ll have my usual. I’d like one of those frozen things, kind of like a cappuccino, this time. But put the caramel in it.”
She spun around and nailed Jag with a thunderous expression on her face. “Do I look like a Barbie to you? Do I?” she yelled, really pissed off. “My name is Barbara. Don’t forget it, all right?”

“Okay. Could you put a squirt of orange syrup in it? And cream, extra cream.” Jag was unconcerned about the anger in her voice.

“Sure, whatever.” She stormed away from the table.

“Dude, what is your damn problem. As if a latte’s not bad enough, but a freaking frozen cappuccino thing? With a squirt of orange? Have you lost your mind? Jesus, Jag, I’ve had enough of this.” Leron’s voice was tight. “You know what, Jag? When she gets back, I’m going to ask her out so you two will stop harassing each other and me. I can’t take this anymore.”

Jag went absolutely ballistic.