Serendipity - you've got to love it!

[jl_merrow]

As I was reading through the latest posts on Goodreads, I clicked a link from the adorable Jase, and found this:

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OMG! It's Spitz and Tao, from Gifted in Tongues, soon to be seen in the Dreamspinner Making Contact anthology!

Here's their blurb:

After inadvertently outraging local sensibilities, space pilot Torvald "Spitz" Spitzbergen faces a five-year stretch in a Lacertilian jail. His only consolation is trading insults with his cell mate, Tao, a six-foot libidinous Felid. But Tao seems to have a distinctly fuzzy understanding of the difference between fighting and foreplay...

Comments

[storyfan.livejournal.com]

This story sounds like it might be kinda sexy....

[jl_merrow]

Hopefully! ;)

Here's a snippet:

“Careful, human. You do not want the Lacertilians to think you are violent.” The Felid shuddered as if in memory.

“Yeah? Learn that the hard way, did you?” Spitz lay back on the bunk, head pillowed on his hands. “What did they do to you? Cut off your catnip supply? Take away your fluffy ball with a bell in it—” Spitz felt every cubic centimeter of breath leave his body with a whoomph as 180 pounds of spitting feline fury landed on his chest. He looked up into fang central. “Jeez, sense of humor failure, much?”

“My race, human, has a proud and noble heritage. Unlike those whose ancestors spent their time swinging through trees and picking at each other’s lice! We are not household pets!”

Spitz tried to think of a snappy comeback or, in the worst case scenario, an apology, but it was kind of hard. Mainly because his body was having its usual reaction to the close proximity of so much undeniable masculinity and parts of it were also getting kind of hard. Shit. Maybe the Felid wouldn’t notice?

Any hope of that was dashed as Tao’s fangs receded from the vicinity of his jugular and a strange buzzing sound started vibrating through his chest. Spitz frowned. “Are you purring?”

“Perhapsssss.” Tao’s head dropped to nuzzle into Spitz’s neck.

“Listen, not that I want to kill the mood or anything, but weren’t we just having a fight, there?”

“Fighting, foreplay—is there a difference?”