Purrfect Storm

By RS Emeline

Tavin Chauncy thinks he has his work cut out for him when a fellow Marine gets arrested for assault. He soon realizes that it's nothing compared to the way his life gets flipped upside down when a mysterious woman appears in the middle of his living room during a rare desert storm.

• Language: English
• Publisher: RS Emeline
• Release date: Jul 15, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476288963

RS Emeline

0400: The Marine flips on bathroom light--I growl. It's dark outside. Really dark, and the voices are still asleep. 0500: Heading out the door, the Marine wakes me up to say goodbye. I mumble something incoherent. It's still dark outside. 0600: Sunlight slips through my window, waking the voices in my head, just as my living, breathing alarm clock, the Munchkin climbs into bed with me. She knows it's important to share her dreams immediately. 0700: I'm dressed--usually. The Munchkin and the Niece are dressed and ready for school and work. I don my invisible cabbie hat and ignore the voices. 0800: Finished with my parental responsibilities, the voices demand to be heard. 0815: Realize the dog is crossing his legs. Take him outside. 0825: Check email, Facebook, twitter, and blogs. Chat with BFF. 1000: I haven't gotten anything done and the voices are whispering about a mutiny. 1015: Need chocolate. 1100: Got a whole page done--time for food. 1200: Run errands. Real life always wants something--like a stocked kitchen. I'll write more when I get done. 1400: Errands are finished. Time to relax with some chocolate and a book--not mine. 1600: Pick up the Munchkin and the Niece from work and school. 1700: Dinner--Yay! Followed by dishes--Not Yay! 1800: Munchkin bath time. 1900: Hugs, kisses, squeezes, Eskimo kisses, butterfly kisses, and forehead kisses--then Magick Tinkerfish, before the Munchkin is down for the night. 2000: Crap! I forgot to get back to writing, but it's too late and our DVR is on. 2100: Pass out face first into bed--unless husband is home. *Rinse and Repeat daily

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Purrfect Storm

By

R.S. Emeline

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Purrfect Storm

Copyright 2012 R.S.Emeline

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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

Many thanks to Aidan Taylor for his keen eye and help in the editing and revising of this story. A big thank you to my best friends, Karma and J.T for their unfailing support and encouragement during the creation of this work.

I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

To My Kalea Kat, With Love.

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

About the Author

Stalk Her Online

Purrfect Storm

CHAPTER ONE

Tavin Chauncy had stumbled into bed at the ungodly hour of after-a-bottle-of-Jack o'clock. Now, thanks to that and the feeling he was supposed to remember something, his head pounded its displeasure like a toddler on an out of tune grand piano. A vat of coffee wasn't likely to cure what ailed him, but he prayed like the Catholic he'd never been that it would. The blinking light on his cell phone was spastic enough to give an epileptic seizures, but he ignored it. Responsibility could wait until he'd drowned his pain in caffeine and a scalding hot shower.

Harsh sunlight slanted through the open windows of his loft, and the sound of slamming doors and people laughing reverberated through his entire body. He felt like whimpering, but cursed instead.

Marines didn't whimper.

Nine years earlier a Drill Sergeant in San Diego made sure the recruits in his training cycle understood that, and never forgot it. Now in the middle of the desert, in the heat of the summer, he grit his teeth and waited for the coffee to perk.

He was pretty sure the ongoing 'War on Terror' would be over before the coffee finished dripping. With a large, calloused hand he removed the half full carafe from the burner and sloshed the steaming black liquid into a mug he'd found sitting on the counter. It looked clean enough, and there weren't any signs of growth on it, so he didn't bother to rinse it out first.

After he seared his tongue with the first blistering gulp, he considered himself at least half human and stumbled--eyes still at half-mass--to the