I’ve heard tell of a mythical event where people go and pick their pets from a store, an advertisement in the paper, or craigslist. That hasn’t ever been my experience. My experience is that pets somehow find me and my family.
Our oldest pet, Shadow, found my husband. You see the little feral kitty was stashed between two boxes that were about to be moved with a forklift. Thankfully, he heard a meow, rescued her and her sister and then brought them both home. His mother adopted one, we kept the other.
The dog was next. He was part of a crowd I encountered as I left work. Seems, someone moved away and left a pregnant mama behind in their yard. The neighbors took both mother and father in and kept the puppies until they were 6 weeks old, then they gave them away at my work. I got the last one. Bear claims me as his and chases all other animals away from me.
Our second cat was rescued from a kill shelter by a local petstore. My daughter picked her out after completing her Physical Therapy during the summer. Peaches, or the Peachinator, is the alpha animal (barring humans) in the pack. She takes down the dog and licks his ears and head to groom him. Bear pretends to be embarrassed but the two can be found snuggled together on a cold night.
Last, came Cyanide. Initially, there were 4 brothers who had been left behind. I’m pretty sure his mother was eaten by coyotes as they were a bit malnourished. But I nursed the four kittens and flea bathed them from 1 1/2 weeks old until we gave 2 away. One of the two that we kept, Fat Charlie, had a seizure a couple of weeks ago and died. He was only 5 years old and I miss him dearly. Thankfully, his brother is still with us and appears very healthy.
We also were given a fish to keep our gold fish company (my son won him). The goldfish died 4 years ago but the other fish is still swimming along.
We also have a grandpuppy that my daughter rescued from the pound. He too had been abandoned by his owners and nearly died from thirst. Now he panics if he’s left alone for too long (he jumped out their front window when they went to work the week after getting him), so they drop him off to stay with us while they go to work. He’s getting better, but enjoys being part of a herd (even if the cats don’t particularly care much for him).
Hans Lubeck lost his birthright to a woman’s deceitful games. Ten years later, he’s on the cusp of fulfilling his dream of captaining his own ship. And another woman could jeopardize everything.
Schoolteacher Lenore Kerrigan devotes her time to her pupils and good works. She has no use for a man or the damage he could do to her reputation.
But this holiday season, fate and an island of matchmakers have other plans. Will they accept the gift of a lifetime, or will the past steal away any chance at happiness?
Excerpt: When a first kiss, isn’t exactly a first kiss
“Are you awake, Lenore?”
Her stomach dropped into the basement. Of all the hotel lobbies in the world, why did Hans Lubeck have to walk into hers?
And why did she have to kiss him?
She swallowed the disgrace wadded in her throat, then slowly worked her fingers out of his knitted sweater. Sweet Mary, maybe I should join a convent in Ireland. At least then I won’t be able to get into anymore trouble.
Biting her lip, she looked away. He pitied her. She heard it in his voice. “I’m sorry. I was dreaming and…”
And she’d lost her mind.
But she hadn’t known it was him. Although she should have known it wasn’t Dixon. He’d never kissed her like that. No one had. “I’m sorry.”
Color spotted his cheeks. “No need to apologize. You weren’t responsible.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Are you saying you kissed me first?”
“No, I’m saying I interrupted while you were sleeping.” He rocked back on his heels.
Her fingers traced her lips. But he had kissed her back. She could still taste her mother’s cobbler. Why had he kissed her?
Linda Andrews lives with her husband and three children in Phoenix, Arizona. When she announced to her family that her paranormal romance was to be published, her sister pronounce: “What else would she write? She’s never been normal.”
All kidding aside, writing has become a surprising passion. So just how did a scientist start to write paranormal romances? What other option is there when you’re married to romantic man and live in a haunted house?
If you’ve enjoyed her stories or want to share your own paranormal experience feel free to email the author at lindaandrews at lindaandrews dot net She’d love to hear from you.