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Hi everyone. Happy Mother’s Day! Today I’m posting another eight lines from Cat Nip, a wip I’m sharing on my blog every Tuesday.

Click  Installment #2 to read last week’s excerpt. Stop by on Tuesday to read Installment #3 of Cat Nip. 

It amazed me that the man still lived. Even more incredibly, he remained alert and coherent. I’d felt his gaze lock onto me the moment Clarence pulled the buggy into the railroaders’ camp.

I didn’t touch him though my hands pulsed with the need to heal. Inspecting the ravaged body, I doubted my own ability to fix such damage.

His upper left leg had been shredded, the flesh torn asunder exposing the bone beneath. Worse than that, his belly gaped open, the gory wound spilling his entrails outside his stomach.

He stared at me, straining to hold his head up as he bared strong, white teeth in a pained grimace. “Get on with it,” he snarled.

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Hi everyone! I hope you’re enjoying Beltane weekend. It’s raining here, but we’re in bloom and the trees and flowers are lovely.

Last week I  posted first lines from Cat Nip, a wip I’m sharing on my blog every Tuesday. Click  Installment #1 to read the first full section. Today, I’m posting the first eight lines from Installment #2 of Cat Nip. Stop by on Tuesday to read the full installment.

Feral eyes studied me as my gaze raked the shadows, settling on a darker patch among the mesquite. Whatever it was made a loud chuffing sound and my horse tossed his head, demanding that we leave.

But he was old, the buggy older, and neither would last if we tried to run; besides, I’d cast a protection spell and we’d be fine.

Relief warred with fascination as instead of the wild animal I expected, a man stalked into the moonlight. He moved with sinuous grace through my ward as though it didn’t exist. And maybe it didn’t. I was a novice spell caster with no one to teach me the proper way.

When he came to a stop next to the buggy, I scrambled to the far side of the seat; he responded by bracing big hands on the buggy’s frame, pushing down, and tilting my conveyance until I slid toward him.

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gem