Genre: Paranormal Romance
Date: October 5, 2015
Design: Clarise Tan, CT
A sexy thriller about the animal in all of us.
Aidan uses his superpower to stabilize minds at the
Hollyreed Specialist Hospital. Ulani uses hers to chase rats on rooftops. Until she’s
caught and deposited in Aidan’s care.
At the hospital, Aidan finds Ulani’s room
empty—save for a cat, whose fur retracts in favor of silky skin and a vamp-gorgeous
Aidan’s obsession with Ulani grows—
While patients at the hospital go missing.
Been there, done that for the most part. Older people might laugh at you for
expressing such beliefs, but you still don’t expect to come across reality-altering
Here I am, with the morning energy of Seven setting
in around me as I carry a small, lost cat from the locked unit back to my apartment…
only the bundle of fur is changing.
There’s something wrong, I think, my
thought natural and instinctive. But when her coat retracts against my hand,
replaced by smooth, human skin, my intuition withdraws too and checks
I think I roar while she expands in my arms. I’m
frozen in place, my vocal cords the only part of me responding. She grows heavier,
longer, wider, until she plops from my hold and onto the floor. Vamp-red hair flames
around her in bright waves, and is that a snarl lifting her lip?
For an instant, I swipe the hallway with my eyes,
hoping someone sees what I see. No nurses, no doctors, only Mrs. Anderson’s
ancient husband is there, fists clutching his walking chair while he takes in the
apparition between us.
Not a thread covers stunning porcelain skin. She
swings, bereaving me of my fleeting view of a small ruby-red triangle and kiss-
shaped nipples, and leaps to the breakroom yards from where I stand.
Ulani’s gone. It takes me a moment to react. I meet
old Robert Anderson’s incredulous gaze, and I shake my head at him, both denying
what we’ve experienced and assuring him that we’re together in this.
As I turn to follow her, he mutters, “Holy God,”
behind me, and my next session with a patient will have to be with Robert. He’s been
free of Dr. Holstein’s treatments because of his quiet ways, but if he starts talking
about this, he’ll quickly become another notch in the good doctor’s lab desk.
I just experienced something I never thought
possible. A freaking cat morphed into a woman. Hell, this is what dreams and
movies are made of. At the same time, I’m conditioned to react to the needs of my
patients, which is why I chase after her now.
Besides Ulani, no one’s in the breakroom. She’s got
part of the curtains draped around her, forming an orange toga, and bare toes with
scarlet nail polish peek out. She’s stunning, but more than my physical attraction to
her, her emotions fascinate me.
My years in this hospital are few, but the number of
hours I’ve worked could double the years, and now it’s time to cloak myself in
“Ulani,” I say. “Are you okay?” It’s a simple yet
necessary question. Since I have no experience with cat women, I’m not privy to the
sort of strain such a transformation can have on their bodies.
Her glare is not human, I realize. I was struck by the
beauty of those irises the last time I saw her. Now, she narrows my view of
saturated emeralds behind slitted eyes. She’s suspicious but not afraid—neither is
she the slightest bit confused. This girl has issues, but they’re not on the mental
“Don’t. Say. Anything.” Ulani enunciates the words
one by one, putting so much emphasis into her command that her intensity
reverberates in my chest.
Efficient footsteps clack down the corridor outside.
The slight shuffle of Dr. Holstein’s gait accompanies it. Laurie replies to his orders
with “right, of course” and “certainly, Dr. Holstein,” but then they both come to a
dead halt in the doorway.
“I found Ulani,” I say quietly.
“Remy, John!” Dr. Holstein barks down the hallway.
“I need your assistance immediately.”
I‘m originally from
Norway and moved to the United States in 2001. I have a Master’s degree in
languages and taught Spanish at college level before settling in as an adviser at an
art college in the South.
I write New Adult fiction with soul. Sometimes it’s
with a paranormal twist—like in “Shattering Halos,” published by The Wild Rose
Press in February 24th 2014 and in “Stargazer,” released, November 21st 2014 by
the same publisher. Since then, I’ve self published New Adult Contemporary novels
“Pandora Wild Child,” and “Leon’s Way,” with “Adrenaline”, and “Beneath the Cape”,
the superhero anthology benefiting The Wounded Warrior Project in its
I write impulsive heroines, bad-boys, and good-boys
running amok. Intense love, physical and emotional attraction —sensory overload
for the reader as well as for the characters. My goal? Is to keep you on your toes
until the end of each story.