Her Purrfect Match

By Jessica Marting

All Grace wanted to do was give a shelter cat a much-needed home, and when Mittens extends a paw to her through the bars of his cage, she thinks she’s found the perfect pet.

Under the light of a full moon, Mittens transforms into Emric, a sexy sorcerer who was turned into a cat by an angry ex-girlfriend. Enraged that Emric wouldn’t give her an old grimoire that’s been in his family for generations, she’s still out there, looking for him and the spellbook.

Emric and Grace are drawn to each other with a magnetic force that surprises both of them. But before they can act on that attraction, they have to track down and destroy the grimoire before Emric’s ex can get her hands on it and unleash hell.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: May 28, 2018
• ISBN: 9781773396958

Jessica Marting

Jessica Marting writes sci-fi and paranormal romance. She lives in Toronto with her husband and far too many pets.

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Copyright© 2018 Jessica Marting

ISBN: 978-1-77339-695-8

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Audrey Bobak

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WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

For Iris, who didn’t know if the idea of a housecat shifter was ludicrous or hilarious. Now you get to decide.

HER PURRFECT MATCH

Romance on the Go ®

Jessica Marting

Copyright © 2018

Prologue

Maisy’s blue eyes flashed, bright with anger. Emric looked around his home office, trying to keep his search for a wand—any one of them would do right now—as discreetly as possible.

Maisy, we only saw each other for a couple of weeks, he said, trying to diffuse some of the anger radiating off her. It was your idea to end it, and I was fine with it.

I only ended it because you refused to give me your grandmother’s grimoire!

It’s a family heirloom and the spells in there hardly work! At least, he hoped those dark magic spells were obsolete. What was her obsession with it, anyway? He was very glad he kept that heirloom in a safe deposit box. It wasn’t magic-proof, but no one, including Maisy or Emric, was foolish enough to flex their magical muscles in front of a bunch of human bank employees to get their hands on it.

She stalked across the room to face him across his desk. Emric moved away until his back hit the office window, even though the massive piece of furniture separated them. He didn’t want to be anywhere near her right now, not after she broke into his house as pissed off as she was.

He still wasn’t sure why. Their brief relationship and breakup had been Maisy’s ideas.

She’s an utter psycho. Too bad he hadn’t realized it until now, when she started waving her hands in the air and … oh, shit. She was casting a spell and Emric didn’t have one at the ready to defend himself.

Let’s see how you like this, Maisy said, and began to chant.

Emric felt himself slide down the window to the floor, his body no longer under his own control. The unfamiliar, horrifying sensation of bones and muscles shrinking and rearranging themselves ripped through him, but when he tried to scream, all that came out was a strangled yowl.

He looked down at the floor, now much closer to his face than it had ever been before. He groped for purchase on the hardwood, and another, unfamiliar cry escaped him at the sight of white, furry paws where his hands used to be.

Maisy’s high-heeled black boots appeared on the other side of the desk and he looked up. Damn, she said. I was trying to turn you into a toad.

Emric bolted around Maisy’s feet, faster than he’d ever moved when he still had only two legs. Her footsteps vibrated through the floor, up his paws, and he spied the open door.

He wasn’t going to let himself be turned into a toad, or worse.

Emric ran into the chilly autumn night, as fast as all four of his feet could carry him.

Chapter One

Grace Frost slowly walked up and down the aisles of the cat adoption room at the Cedar Hills Animal Shelter, her heart heavier than the pet carrier she had in hand. She wanted to take every cat home and pet away those worried looks off their furry faces.

Picking out a shelter cat was a surprisingly difficult choice. They all looked so sad, their meows picking up intensity when she walked by.

Focus,