Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat reached 5,000 words over two years ago. Here’s an excerpt to celebrate that time:
In the last excerpt, one of the novel’s heroes was in a bad place. In this excerpt, the heroine is thinking about the ex- she works with.
The last time she’d worn stockings, a garter belt and heels this high, had been on her first and only date with Charlie. Just the thought of him made her sigh.
One of the few men taller than she was, and not at all intimidated by her height, Charlie had a body she’d wanted to explore from the moment she’d set eyes on it. His beautiful blue-black skin had covered a physique that was sleek and graceful, but carrying enough muscle to avoid looking weedy, and his eyes… ebony pools that shifted from the darkest of chocolates to almost perfect gleams of oil with just a hint of amber or green sliding through. She could drown in eyes like that—and almost had. He was the most perfect man she’d ever met. Chris still scolded her for breaking things off with him.
The next excerpt will be to celebrate the time Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat reached 10,000 words. Look for it around the end of the month.