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Men are just like cats.
They don’t do what they’re told
and constantly want cuddles.
Kat misses her solitary assassin life. Instead of doing one cold-hearted kill after another, she has to deal with two and a half men all vying for her attention. But with a new crisis emerging, she needs to keep her cool and focus on what really counts.
Kittens are being taken, including Ryker’s son. Is there a killer on the loose or is someone trying to get Kat’s attention?
The second book in this purrfectly exciting urban fantasy series.
This book contains scenes that animal lovers may find a little upsetting.
With new additions to the team in the form of Ryker a cat with shifter blood, the leader of the cats; Lennox, an assassin, long time friend and a part-time addition since he has another boss; and Gryphon, an assassin who appears to be human but is more, things quiet down a bit, well sort of.
This book opens with someone donating seven kittens, these little fluff balls are immediately taken over by Ben. He seems to really enjoy pampering all the cats.
Ryker bursts onto the scene, needing her help to find his son, Pumpkin and five other kittens.
This is a favorite scene.
There were no scents at all. No traces. It’s like they appeared out of thin air, took the kittens and disappeared again.”
“That’s impossible, there must be some sort of evidence. Nobody can simply vanish without a trace.”
“Don’t you think I haven’t checked?” Ryker snaps. “You’re welcome to look and see for yourself. That’s why I came here. You’re an assassin, you know how to move unseen. Maybe you can spot something I haven’t.” His voice broke. “Please. It’s my son.”
I get up to all fours, ignoring how my legs are a little shaky. I won’t be able to shift back for some time, not without ending up being incapacitated. I extend my senses to check on Benjamin’s kittens. If someone is kidnapping baby cats, they could be in danger too, but no, they’re all in the room he’s turned into his personal cat paradise.
“Let me tell the others before we go,” I say, slowly walking towards the window. I feel like I’ve run a marathon, then got drunk, then ran another marathon while wearing stilts.
“Are you alright?” he asks and I put some more effort into the way I walk. I don’t want him to think me weak.
“Too many shifts in the past twenty-four hours,” I explain. “I’ll have to stay like this for a while.”
“Then how are you going to talk to your humans?”
I snicker, almost hearing the unspoken ‘pets’ at the end of his sentence. Most cats don’t understand why I bother with humans. They don’t understand that half of me is human, too, and that two-legged people can come in handy occasionally.
Beth and Benjamin are some excellent examples of useful humans.
“I have my ways,” I reply and jump out of the open window, climbing onto the overhanging roof. My muscles complain loudly, but I ignore the pain. It will get better the more I move – hopefully.
Running over the roof and to the other side of the house, I jump down onto the wall surrounding our backyard, and then land on the ground. I think a few of my bones are close to shattering. I’ve been wanting to find a way to change the ladder leading down from my loft so that I can use it in my panther form, but there have always been other priorities.
Luckily, the back door has been left open – I’ll have to chastise the others for that later – and we sneak in. I can smell Beth in the living room. She doesn’t look up from her book when we enter. 100 Deadly Poisons and How to Make Them. Nice. I will have to borrow that later. Sounds like the perfect bedtime read.
I bump against her knee and growl a little, making it very clear that I need her attention. She glowers at me.
“Get up and get the board.” To her, that must sound like a series of loud, intimidating growls.
“I love it when you speak cat to me,” she chuckles, but she does heave herself off the sofa and grabs our whiteboard from the cupboard. She lays it on the carpet in front of me and I lift a paw, letting her attach a velcro strap to it. It looks ridiculous, but we’ve discovered that’s the only way I can use a pen while shifted.
Bethany clips a large marker pen to my velcro brace and I start scribbling away. Even I have trouble reading the result, but luckily Beth is used to my paw-writing.
“You want me to get Lennox?” she asks. “Why don’t you just do it yourself?”
I growl and nod towards Ryker, who’s watching us with growing impatience.
“Okay, okay, I’ll get him. Where shall I send him?”
I turn to Ryker. “Where’s the den?”
“Do you really trust the dog? I’ve never told an outsider about our location.”
I sigh. “Lennox is the best tracker I know. If anyone can find the kittens, it’s him.”
It’s painful to admit that Lennox is better at tracking than me. At least I’m better at killing, much better. Only Gryphon gets close to my level of skill.
“It’s in the abandoned chocolate factory. Their solar-powered heating still works, so it’s the perfect hideout in the winter.”
“Chocolate face? Faeces?” Bethany grins as if she’s proud of that joke.
“Chocolate… factory? But that’s one been closed for years.”
Ryker groans. “Is she always that slow?”
“She must be tired,” I reply, feeling like I need to apologise for Bethany for some reason. I guess she’s part of my team, and I need my team to look good. We have a reputation to lose.
“Shall I come too?” Beth asks.
I draw a tick on the board. The more investigators, the better. She won’t be able to help with tracking, but she might be able to come in handy with other things. I want to solve this as fast as possible. I’ve come to like little Pumpkin, and the thought of him and other kittens being in danger tears at my heartstrings.
MacKinnon, Skye. Scratch (Catnip Assassins Book 2). Peryton Press. Kindle Locations (622-657). Kindle Edition.
There are many revelations in this book and more than a few surprises as the team looks for the kittens.
I love this series, the interactions between the MEOW team and the cats is so much fun, and in this book there are many tears as well. An interesting development with Kat and Lennox’s relationship too.
I am going to re-read Purrr now so I will be caught up before the next book.
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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.