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Assassin. Private Investigator.
Kat is used to killing people, but for a blank cheque, she’s willing to do the opposite and help solve a murder – even though it sounds boring as hell. That is, until she finds some body parts in her fridge, makes friends with the neighbourhood cats and realises there may be an assassin better than her…
Suddenly, things have become purrfectly exciting.
An urban fantasy full of cats, secrets and murders. This is a slow-burn reverse harem where Kat will find her love interests over time.
Kat is a panther shifter. An assassin for the pack, her latest assignment is about to change everything. The intended victim gets the drop on her and then proposes a deal, one Kat can’t and doesn’t want to refuse.
Now with a home, a lucrative business, and employees, she is approached not for a hit, but to find a murderer.
We meet her employees, Beth a poison expert, Lily an assassin who uses feminine wiles to lure her prey, she also likes body parts… and Ben a very talented thief.
It’s the cats that are the interesting part of this team, Kat recruits them after one adorable little one coerces food out of her.
This is a favorite scene.
I blink open my eyes only to stare into big yellow pupils lined with black. Whiskers stroke my cheeks.
I groan and close my eyes again. It feels way too early.
“Shut up,” I mutter and hide my head beneath a pillow.
In response, the kitten begins to claw my shirt. Great. An alarm clock with claws. Worst invention ever.
“Piss off,” I growl, but the cat doesn’t budge. It’s probably hungry.
I breathe in deep. It’s a male. Usually, I don’t let males into my bed. I sleep with them in theirs and leave before sunrise. That’s the rule. No attachments. Luckily, this little male isn’t human.
“Okay then,” I sigh dramatically and sit up, surprising the kitten. He tumbles and lands on my thighs, meowing indignantly.
I don’t apologise. It’s his fault for standing on my chest.
Yawning loudly, I pick him up and climb out of the hammock. Usually, I’d get dressed, but the kitten won’t stop asking for food. I’m far too easily manipulated.
I take him downstairs into the kitchen. The house is quiet, I seem to be the first one awake.
“Don’t look,” I warn him and open one of the cabinets, revealing my stash of cat food. It’s my guilty little secret. Even to me, it smells appetising, but I’ve got enough of a grip on my feral side to resist the temptation. I put some of the food in a bowl and hand it to the kitten. He starts eating greedily, leaving me with an amused smile on my face.
While he’s enjoying his breakfast, I make myself some beans on toast. It’s that kind of day. In a way, the beans almost look like wet cat food. Not sure if that makes them more or less enticing.
He’s already finished his food and still sounds hungry. Cats. Greedy little bastards.
I grin and give him some more. I feel like giving him a name, but he probably already has one. To find out, I’d need to shift, but I’m not in the mood. I know cats can understand me when I’m human, but I only understand the intentions behind their meows, not actual words like names.
Maybe I’ll shift later, although by then, he’ll likely be gone. Unless what Lily said is true and I am training the local cats to come here for food. I can’t help it.
Suddenly, a thought strikes my mind and I almost meow myself. I think I’ve just had the most brilliant idea.
I crouch down so I’m closer to the little kitten. He ignores me, busy eating the last remaining crumbs. No idea how he’s managed to devour two bowls of cat food this fast. Even I would have taken longer than that.
“Hey little one,” I say quietly. “Shall we make a deal?”
His ears twitch, but he continues eating.
“How about I give you food every day, and in return, you run some errands for me? Go to places and check them out? Tell me if there are any humans around? Stuff like that?”
I can feel how he’s thinking about it, but he’s too distracted by his meal. I sigh and wait for him to finish.
He rubs his face with his front paws, and I think my heart is close to melting. He’s too cute for my cold assassin heart. Maybe I shouldn’t get involved with baby cats. They’re bound to change me into a bubbling mess.
“So, what do you say?” I ask again. “Want to spy for me?”
Even though I’m not shifted, I feel his assent and grin. I’ve won a spy that nobody will ever suspect. Granted, he won’t be able to tell me what the humans he sees are talking about, but he’ll be able to do some reconnaissance. Cats are everywhere, and most people don’t pay much attention to them. Very few people know that I can talk to them. This is going to be epic.
I pick up the kitten and carry him to the front door.
“Come again tomorrow, and I’ll give you both food and a mission.”
He looks at me with eyes so intelligent that I don’t have any doubts about the success of this new venture.
An image of other cats pops into my mind.
I smile. “Yes, you can bring your friends too, if they’re interested.”
He turns around and runs off, not giving me a second glance. Cats usually give me more attention than they give humans, but they still don’t like to appear needy or tamed. They always keep their word though. Cats may be devious at times, but they’re honest about it.
MacKinnon, Skye. Meow (Catnip Assassins Book 1) (pp. 25-28). Peryton Press. Kindle Edition.
As Kat investigates the murder of the sweets shop owner, things get more complicated. The clues lead to some very interesting occurrences, another confrontation with her benefactor and the addition of a couple more employees.
I really enjoyed this book, the cats, the characters and more than a few surprises make this a page turning read. I’ve already started my re-read of the next book in this series.
5 Contented Purrs for Skye!
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Skye MacKinnon is a USA Today & International Bestselling Author whose books are filled with strong heroines who don’t have to choose.
She embraces her Scottishness with fantastical Scottish settings and a dash of mythology, no matter if she’s writing about Celtic gods, cat shifters, or the streets of Edinburgh.
When she’s not typing away at her favourite cafe, Skye loves dried mango, as much exotic tea as she can squeeze into her cupboards, and being covered in pet hair by her two bunnies, Emma and Darwin.