Murphy's Fury

By Shannon Tripp

Jasmine is back on the prowl but this time she's going to need all the help she can get. Because of a childish prank, she's managed to anger the demon of mischief, Murphy.

Now a messed up assignment, a return of the fur, and poodle children stand between her and success. What's a Fury to do?

If you're Jasmine, you kick butt, furry style.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Shannon Tripp
• Release date: Aug 16, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476014647

Shannon Tripp

Shannon currently lives in Maine with one overly fluffy cat and one extremely bossy cat. When she’s not catering to their fuzzy highnesses, working full time at a local grocery store, or filling the silence with her next story, she can be found outside enjoying the varied and often unpredictable weather. Her hobbies, besides reading and writing, include spending way too much time on Facebook, painting, visiting the animal park, and jubilant, often uncoordinated, dancing around two very bewildered cats whenever she gets fan mail. As a voracious reader, she's run into a few road blocks (my favorite authors don't publish often enough and as a writer I totally get it) so she spends her time in between books by daydreaming about her next story and often asking herself: What would happen if...

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Murphy’s Fury

A Fury Girl Chronicle

Shannon Tripp

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Copyright Aug2012 Shannon Tripp

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Murphy’s Fury

The shimmering portal closed on her heels and Jasmine sighed with happiness. She was home again after another successful assignment. She felt the tingle of her magic as it melted from her skin and she looked down, grinning at what she saw. She was back in her blond bombshell body with the curves in all the right places. They only thing that hadn’t changed was the Fury trademark: bright blue eyes. She twirled in place, enjoying the feeling of standing up on two feet. I hope that’s the last assignment I have where I’m stuck in a cat suit, she thought as she struck a pose.

A pout slipped onto her lips when no one applauded or otherwise admired her. Deciding she was bored without an audience, she went looking for one. Humming slightly off key, she started down the endless corridor, knocking on every identical, gold-covered door as she passed.

A few swung open behind her and she grinned at the curses that flew into the air when the demons behind the portals saw who was knocking. She laughed harder when she heard them slam shut. Stopping randomly in the middle of the hallway, she contemplated the gilded door in front of her. She reached out and pounded on it. Then she gripped the knob. She waited for it to start turning before leaning back and hanging all her weight from her hands.

She laughed in delight as the door fought, banging against the frame.

*Jasmine, quit teasing the lessors. Come.* Daddy Dearest’s voice boomed in her head.

Jasmine squeaked as she felt the world tilt. The doorknob slipped through her fingers and she glimpsed an angry red face through the crack between the door and frame. When she spotted the horn-rimmed glasses, she knew it was Murphy, the demon of mischief. She groaned when she realized whom she had been teasing and hoped he hadn’t gotten a good look at her.

The world straightened and she landed on her knees on the obsidian floor at the feet of Daddy Dearest.

What is he wearing? The thought was out before she could stuff it behind her eyes, but Daddy Dearest didn’t say anything so she peeked again, trying to figure out just what he was supposed to be.

His costume was not what she’d expected. Last time he called her, he looked like a dapper fellow but this time he looked like one of those goat boys from the fantasy museum. He had cloven hooves and fuzzy brown legs. The hair covered him from waist to ankles. His torso was cinnamon and sugar brown and he