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Blue Christmas Cat
Deborah Macgillivray
Highland Press

This Christmas is the pits—Dara Seaforth is alone, even her beloved kitty Dexter has ‘crossed over the rainbow bridge.’  Missing him, she makes a wish for a new kitty friend, and is surprised to suddenly find a cat meowing at her door to get in.  Elvis the Cat comes with strings—he belongs to Rhys St. John.  Dara has longed loved Rhys, but can Elvis the Cat's matchmaking set right the mistakes of the past, or will the puss need a little unearthly help from the King himself to see these two lovers united?

 Pearl Award Nominee 2006

Excerpt

Elvis finished his meal and stretched out as close as he could get to the screen guard, then proceeded to purr.

Dara wasn’t sure where Elvis the Cat had come from, but she was glad for his presence.  “I don’t have to spend Christmas Eve alone now, Elvis.  Thank you.”

He yawned a ‘your welcome’ and then stared at the undecorated tree, a curious expression on his intelligent face.  He almost seemed to ask the question of why?  It was a bit unnerving, this cat being the negative to Dexter’s positive.  Only he didn’t have Dexter’s eyes.  He had human eyes.  Rhys St. John’s eyes.  It was spooky.

“Remember, you promised―no shapeshifting.  I haven’t bothered decorating, Elvis.  It’s just me.  It didn’t seem worth the effort.”

The cat snapped his tail angrily.  That’s no excuse, was in the eerie eyes.

A rap on the door startled her.  “By the pricking of my thumbs…something wicked this way comes.  I don’t know anyone with sense who would be out on a night light this.”   

She opened the door and her heart stopped.  Looking so sexy he should be outlawed, Rhys St. John hunched his shoulders against the snow.  Stupid man was in a lightweight coat not suitable for this wet snow.  No cap on the black hair that was damp and mostly covered with white stuff.

She stiffened as if she received a blow to her chest, nearly reeling.  Oh, Rhys.  Why the bloody hell turn up on her doorstep tonight?  On Christmas Eve when she was alone except for a cat named Elvis, when she was so low, she wanted to curl up and cry.  She had no defenses against a man she’d loved for over fifteen years.

$2.25 US

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