Nine tales of the power of love under the watchful eye of some very special pussycats, who always know best.

There is Auggie Moggie, Jack, Basil, Cyril, Sinnjinn, Elvis, Edward, Bubba--and we mustn't forget Simon. Simon is a very special cat, indeed, as his owner is about to find out. Deborah Macgillivray's award-winning short stories and novellas, plus a new novella entitled A Very Special Man, now presented for the first time as a set in this
Collector's Edition.

Half of Ms. Macgillivray's royalties will be donated to Alley Cats - alleycats.org - helping homeless cats find homes.

REVIEW

Nine short stories and novellas that will amuse everyone - whether they like cats or not. Historical Romances, Super Natural, Modern Contemporary...this book has a bit of everything. Enchanting tales for the most wicked, award-winning author today! Spellbinding! A treat for all! And a puurrr-fect way to spend any winter night.

Reviewed by: The Huntress Reviews

EXCERPT

In the hours before dawn, Desdemona sighed deeply, a sound that nearly resembled a purr of contentment. She was so warm; the hot flesh curled against her and half over her was delicious. So nice to have a man to hold her.

A man?

Her eyelids flew open and she blinked, trying to see. Her vision was hazy; it took several heartbeats before she could actually focus. When she did, she stared into the smiling face of a handsome man. No, handsome failed to describe this beautiful male. She raised the cover and peeked under the duvet--the beautiful naked male!

"Holy Moly," she told herself. I'm dreaming."

"Morning, Dezzy." The stranger reached up to stroke her cheek, then finally inclined to her and brushed a light kiss to her shocked mouth.

The kiss felt real. Oh boy it felt real! Dezzy? That's what her dream lover called her. He smiled slyly, then started to lean in to her for another kiss. She wanted that kiss, but this was simply too much for her mind to absorb. At the last second, she put a finger to his lips to stop him. The amber eyes flashed in devilment as his tongue stroked out and laved two fingers. In response, her toes started a slow burn--she started a slow burn.

"Kiss me, Dezzy, I've been waiting all night for you to awaken." His eyes roved over her face as if she were the most rare and precious object he'd ever seen. "Waiting for you a very long time."

Bloody hell, how was a woman to resist that? If this was a dream it was a wonderful one. "So let me dream," she whispered to herself more than him.

"No, Dezzy. This is real."

Her brain barely registering his words, her hand reached out to touch him. So warm, so vital, his heart pounded under her palm as she placed it against his chest. Like a hungry child pressing its nose to the bakery window, she wanted this to be reality, only she knew the disappointment that could come in believing was too much to pay. Life had hurt her so many times before. She didn't think she could stand another disappointment. Unable to let go and trust, she stared into his pale eyes, mesmerized by the myriad of emotions reflected in them--everything she could hope to see in the man she loved--aching inside because, despite logic telling her otherwise, she so wanted this magic to be genuine.

A spark of hope ignited in her heart, only the fragile acceptance was instantly shattered, when her hand reached up to caress the side of his neck. It took a heartbeat for her mind to shift gears; when it did, she jerked straight up about six inches. This was beyond acceptance! She stood up in the bed, wobbling backward until her hips hit the headboard, and her head cracked against the wall.

"Ow..." Rubbing it, she stammered out, "Who...ar...ou? Wha..what are you?" She dragged the duvet up before her like a shield. "Tha...that's Simon's collar" But Simon's collar would be too small for a man. Feeling the onslaught of shock hitting her, she gazed at the devastatingly sexy man sitting on her bed, wearing nothing but a duplicate of her cat's choker.

"Who am I?" He smiled, rolled his eyes, then turned his hand to his chest and tapped it. "I am Simon."

"You are not my bloody cat." A note of hysteria crept into her voice.

One side of his mouth quirked up in a confused half-frown. "Actually, I am."