What Are You a Sucker For?, by Laura Morrigan

It’s true. I’m a sucker. For a beautiful pair of shoes, a perfectly topped pizza, but most of all, for a cute, furry face.

It’s a problem.

So much that I now “own” (I use this word very loosely) seven and a half cats. I say half because a few of these kitties are transients who take turns going on walk-about. But one way or another if you look on my front porch you’ll see them- lounging about, bathing, doing cat-stuff...

Sometimes I wonder- How on earth did I end up with so many cats?

But I know the answer, of course.

It all started a few years ago, not long after our beloved dog crossed the rainbow bridge. I had firmly decided I didn't want anymore pets, they grow old far too fast and leave- taking a piece of your heart with them.


I told myself I liked not having an animal to worry about and feed and take care of.

Then, one night my husband and I were leaving a party, and as we walked down the street to where our car was parked a little black cat came out from under some azalea bushes meowing and generally acting lost. The closest house was vacant so I went back to the party to ask my friends. 

“Hey, do you know ho owns the fluffy black cat?”

“The dumpster cat?” My friend asked. “It's been hanging around for a few weeks."

“I think someone left it,” added his roommate.

Well, dang.

I ventured back out to tell my husband the cat was abandoned and ask what he thought we should do, but by the time I reached the car the cat was sitting on his lap with her paws on the steering wheel. she glanced over at me and let out a couple meows as if to say, "What are we waiting for? Let's go home."

I looked at my husband, he shrugged. "She jumped through the window as soon as I rolled it down."

The cat meowed again and it was settled. She'd taken one look at me and known- I was a sucker.

Then came the very skittish, very pregnant stray female I spotted in the neighborhood. It took me a couple of years to catch her and get her fixed and in that time she had brought me two of her litters- yep, she knew I was a sucker, too.

So, what are you a sucker for?

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Animal behaviorist Grace Wilde keeps her ability to psychically communicate with furry and feathered critters under wraps. But when a Doberman turns out to be the only witness to a crime, Grace will have to let the cat out of the bag in order to catch a killer.

Grace Wilde’s job is anything but normal. When she’s not helping out at the zoo by comforting agitated lemurs, she’s listening to the woes of annoyed house pets. Grace’s life gets even more complicated, though, when the cops summon her to a crime scene to help deal with the murder victim’s terrified Doberman.

The pooch turns out to be the only one who saw what happened the night of the shooting—and only Grace can get the information out of him. The problem is, how will Grace tell the distractingly gorgeous Sergeant Kai Duncan that it’s the dog who’s giving her the intel without spilling her big secret or sounding crazy? Left on her own, Grace will have to follow the pup’s lead to track down the killer. But she’ll have to be careful—or curiosity may end up killing the cat whisperer.

 

About the Author

Spending the first years of her life on a Costa Rican coffee farm blessed Laura Morrigan with a fertile imagination and a love for all things wild. Later she became a volunteer at a local zoo, helping out with everything from “waste management” to teaching an elephant how to paint. Drawing from her years of experience with both wild and domestic animals and her passion for detective novels, Laura created the Call of the Wilde series. She lives in Florida with her husband and far too many cats, loves the Blue Angels, wearing flip flops in November, and thunderstorms.

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