The Enlightened Kitty

By Dahlia Rose

The moonstone is mysterious as the feminine energy that emanates from its cool core. It's been used in many cultures for its sensual yin energy and its known for its peaceful and balancing effects.

Duami dances in the moonlight and does cartwheels on a summer day damn whoever is watching. She lives by the beat of her own drum that is until a quiet storm named Beau enters her world. Tall, sexy and quiet storms can cause the most devastation. Inviting him to her bed was the easy part, after all a man who sees the open road as his home won't cramp her style in the least. She won't beg anyone to stay. Not even a man that can make her body sing and knows how to those big hands of his. Besides her little moonstone toy can keep her company just fine. But sometimes a moonstone toy is just that; a toy and it can't keep you warm at night or steal your breath away with a look or a word. The universe may always provide but she can't help but wish it would make Beau stay…just a little longer.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Dahlia Rose Unscripted
• Release date: Jul 4, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393975403

Dahlia Rose

Dahlia Rose is the best-selling author of contemporary, military and paranormal romance with a hint of Caribbean spice. She was born and raised on a Caribbean island and now currently lives in Charlotte, North Carolina, with her five kids, who she affectionately nicknamed “The Children of the Corn,” and her biggest supporter and longtime love. She has a love of erotica, dark fantasy, sci-fi, and the things that go bump in the night. With over six dozen books published Dahlia has become a reader favorite. Not only because of her writing but her vivacious attitude in talking to her fans online and at various events. Books and writing are her biggest passions, and she hopes to open your imagination to the unknown between the pages of her books. http://hearttoheartwithdahliarose.blogspot.com www.facebook.com/author.dahliarose www.twitter.com/dahliarose1029

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The Enlightened Kitty

By

Dahlia Rose

A Kitty Chronicle Story

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The Enlightened Kitty

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Copyright © June 2019 Dahlia Rose

Cover Art Copyright © Flavorfullove Unlimited

This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this novel are fictitious or used fictitiously. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, or portions thereof, in any form.

Prologue

Food and fucking, what else could a tom cat need? He crept forward sticking close to the wall of the structure, wood, brick, concrete and plaster; it didn’t make a difference. As long as he found some delectable morsel to nibble on and nice cute kitty to rut, everything in his world was paradise. A sharp sound rent the air. Clatter, hmm, something must of fell or maybe a nice fat rat…smaller mouse, is on the run for their life. Yum, a late dinner, or early breakfast.

The amber glow of the rising sun was on the horizon, but the bright rays of the illuminating orb hadn’t quite broken through the darkness yet. It was the best time to do any and all things fun and possibly illicit. He stopped, fog hung low to the ground and the smell of rain was ripe in the air. Perhaps he should find shelter. He darted across the open space to the next building. The door swung open with a squeal. Human legs stepped from beyond the clear barrier and he waited. Unsure if he should scamper away or stay. Some humans were nice, other’s not so much.

Hello there. The person crouched and slid gentle fingers through the fur along his spine.

It was warm and inviting just as the first fat drops of rain started to hit the ground.  This will do for now.

Chapter One

The sun wasn’t too hot, not yet anyway. Beau sat at one of the park picnic tables and chewed his sandwich. He studied the dust on his boots and thought he should clean them at some point. He’d gone from New Mexico to Maine on the back of his bike, and his boots were starting to show their age.  A breeze came off the water, blowing the map he held as he studied his nest stop trying to decide if he should find a place to sleep for the night instead. He had no fixed destination, no real plans. Beau figured when the trip was over, he would know it. The park by the water was nice, and people were out on boats lazily paddling in kayaks. The trees whispered as they moved, and the shade could lull him into a nap if he sat there too long.

The sound of laughter caused his head to turn, and Beau forgot to breathe for a minute.  She stood with her hand thrown up to the sky as if worshipping the sun gods. In response, they cast the rays down to her and made her ebony skin look like it was kissed with bronze. She was barefoot and wore anklets on each foot with various colored beads. Her long, bohemian skirt was white with dark blue designs. The tank top she wore matched the colors in her skirt, and her full curls bounced as she shook her head. This woman who had caught his attention suddenly did a perfect cartwheel and laughed in the delight of it. Then she bent backwards where her body made a perfect arch, and he was mesmerized.

Holy fuck, she is flexible. Beau could tell every curve of her body by her movements alone. Suddenly tongue-tied with a dry throat, he took a long drink of his cold soda. As if she felt his stare, her wide almond eyes met his gaze, and a slow smile spread across her face. Unabashed, she waved, and Beau found himself waving back.  He swallowed when she moved toward him. Christ, every step she takes seems to be a dance.

Hi. Her voice was soft and husky. It reminded him of how a woman sounded when she woke up from a good night of fucking and rolled over to see the man who did it.

Hey. Beau cleared his throat and focused on his sandwich.

I’m always in this park, and this is the first time seeing you. She sat down across from him as casually as if they had known each other for years.

I’m a drifter, so I’m drifting through, Beau answered.

Interesting, she said and stroked