The Furs Hill Sweet Romance Boxed Set Volume I: Furs Hill Clean Sweet Romance

By Karen Drew

Four fabulous sweet romances set in the fur-filled world of animal rescue.

Book 1: Love, Furballs and Forever - An enemies to lovers sweet romance featuring a bundle of kittens and one grumpy cat!

Book 2: Love, Pawprints and Promises - A second chance that's too good to be true? Not if it happens at Furs Hill.

Book 3: Love, Happiness and Hounds - Two bruised, cautious hearts. A broken dog too sick to be saved. A chance at a happily ever after.

Book 4: Love, Kittens and Kisses - Unrequited Love. A wounded soldier. An injured cat looking for a second chance.

If you adore romance with happy endings that make your heart warm, and adorable animals looking for their forever home, you'll love this romantic, sweet, clean collection.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Karen Drew
• Release date: Aug 13, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393179948

Karen Drew

Karen Drew grew up surrounded by animals. They're her first love and taught her respect, loyalty, and the true meaning of friendship. Although still looking for her Mr. Right, Karen lives a fun life with her books. Animals feature in (almost) everything she writes. Her one piece of advice to you: if you meet someone who doesn't like animals, run away from them as fast as you can!

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Love, Furballs and Forever

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Furs Hill sweet romance series

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Book 1

Chapter 1

You’ll take this land over my dead body. Juliet Connelly’s eyes tightened as her fingers clenched around the phone.

There’s no need to get hysterical. This is simply business. Bruce Jones’s smug tone only irritated her further.

They’d been speaking for a few minutes, and Juliet was frazzled by the interaction.

I’m not hysterical. No matter how many ways you sell this to me, Furs Hill isn’t available to the developer. She’d had this conversation with Bruce a dozen times over the last eight weeks.

At first, he’d tried charming her. Then he’d tried to guilt trip her into believing the money they’d receive from the land sale could support more unwanted animals. He’d stopped the charm offensive after she’d told him to get lost in language that would make her mom blush. He deserved it. No one threatened to shut down Furs Hill Rescue Center.

You must be exhausted from keeping that place afloat. Bruce’s tone slid into conciliatory. The sale will come with a healthy bonus payment for you. Obviously, you’re the brains of the operation. We’ll rely on you to see the smooth sale of the land through to completion.

I’m not interested in your money, Juliet said. Furs Hill has been helping abandoned animals for almost fifty years. It’ll continue to do so for decades to come.

Things change. The land that place is on is worth a fortune. We both know that. I’ve been upfront with you as to how much the developer is willing to pay. If it’s not enough, you give me a number, and I’ll go back to them. They want that land. My employer is extremely generous.

Juliet’s gaze went to the picture laden wall in her cramped office. The wall was crowded with frames of different shapes and sizes showing the happy-ever-after stories that Furs Hill had achieved.

As the only no-kill shelter on the outskirts of Saffron Springs, Oregon, the charity often took in the more challenging cases. Time, money, and lashings of love were spent on the animals that people considered too broken to save. Not at Furs Hill. Every animal who came through the doors got the chance to find a happy home.

I can tell you’re wavering, Bruce said. Perhaps an all-expenses paid team training event somewhere tropical and extravagant will encourage you to be open-minded. Anywhere you like. We have properties on every continent.

Juliet ground her teeth. Not only are you suggesting I skim money off the top of this sale, you also want to bribe me with a vacation. She didn’t have time for this. As center manager, Juliet looked after dozens of staff and ensured the smooth running of an always-busy operation that was open twenty-four hours a day.

There’s nothing illegal about any of that, Bruce said. Those are our standard operating terms. What’s your weakness, Juliet?

I don’t have one.

Everyone has a price. I’ll find something you want more than that center.

What I want is to end this call. Juliet’s jaw unclenched as her gaze settled on the worn cardboard box that lived on the edge of her desk. The edges were scarred with tooth marks. The box was lined with soft bedding, and nestled in that bedding was the grumpiest elderly tabby cat Juliet had ever met.

Lady Pettypaw was a permanent resident of Furs Hill. After several failed rehoming attempts, thanks to her sullen nature and fast paws that swiped at anyone she didn’t like, the cat had chosen a home that suited her. That home was Juliet’s office, after she’d made the mistake of leaving an empty cardboard box on the desk.

Lady Pettypaw rarely left her box, and woe betide anyone who moved it. She had a particularly angry meow if she discovered her box gone.

Juliet was only half-listening as Bruce tried to justify the way he operated. He used phrases such as market value, an excellent opportunity, money to be made, and best for the animals. It all drifted through her thoughts and out again. He could have told her anything. Furs Hill was staying put.

When she’d first been approached by Hillview Homes with an offer to buy the twelve acres of land, Juliet was surprised but had politely declined.

She recognized the land had value, sitting less than ten miles from the prosperous small town of Saffron Springs, but to her, what already sat on the land was priceless.

The land had been gifted to the fledgling charity fifty years ago by an avid supporter of animal welfare. Since then, it had grown to include rehoming wings for cats and dogs, pens for other small furries—including rabbits and guinea pigs—a rehab and rehabilitation center, a training zone, and a quiet zone for new intakes.

Miss Connelly, I appreciate your passion for animal welfare, Bruce said. We’ll ensure the animals are safely relocated. And, of course, my employer will make a generous donation to any charity of your choice.

There’s no need for that, she said sweetly. The animals aren’t going anywhere. Of course, if you’d like to make that donation directly to us, that will be wonderful. We’ll put it to good use.

Bruce snorted. I understand you’re the manager, but you don’t have complete control over what goes on at Furs Hill.

She stiffened in her seat. What does that mean?

I know some of your trustees. Alfred Grimes is a golfing buddy, and my current CEO regularly has drinks with Patricia Landon. As members of your governing body, they’ll have the final decision on what happens. It’ll be easy for me to chat with them off the record and see what they think about the offer. I trust you aren’t withholding this information from them? They won’t appreciate being kept in the dark about something so important.

Juliet’s temper flared. There was no point in shouting at this idiot. Although, it would make her feel better. Yelling would scare Lady Pettypaw, who was currently snuggled so deeply in her blanket that she could barely be seen, other than two dark brown ear tips.

Mr. Jones, you may speak to any trustee you wish. They’re all passionate about animals. I can assure you that they won’t want to see one hundred and sixty homes scarring this beautiful site. You can offer any incentive you like, but you will fail.

You’d be surprised, Bruce said. With the right incentives, most people have a change of heart.

Not at Furs Hill. Although Juliet’s words sounded firm, a flicker of worry grew inside her. She’d worked in the banking industry for ten years and witnessed a number of under the table deals. People weren’t incorruptible. Juliet hated to think anyone on the Board of Trustees at Furs Hill could be swayed by an attractive deal from the developer.

I’ll leave you with our most recent offer, Bruce said. I don’t want to go over your head on this matter, but make no mistake, I will if I have to. We will get that land. Our new homes are going on that plot.

Not while I’m in charge, Juliet said.

That can also change, Bruce said. People come and go. Priorities alter. You’re not as indispensable as you think you are. Good day, Miss Connelly.

She pulled the phone from her ear and glared at it. Now he was threatening to take away her job! Juliet shook her head and dropped the phone on the desk.

Her gaze went to her computer screen, which showed the latest income reports. Worry churned inside her as she tugged on the ends of her hair. With the looming threat from the developer, she’d been keeping a close eye on the money coming into Furs Hill, to ensure there was no economic reason the trustees would welcome their offer.

The charity received regular small donations from thousands of supporters and some larger amounts from wealthy donors and charitable foundations.

She’d been expecting to see three large donations arrive in the accounts this week. So far, none of them had been deposited.

The trustees would notice this dip in income and ask questions. And if Bruce followed through and went straight to them and started planting doubts about stability and loss of income, the center could be at risk, especially if the offer to buy the land kept creeping up.

We’re not letting that happen, are we, Lady Pettypaw? Juliet dipped her fingers into the box and rubbed the cat’s head. She got a grumble for her effort.

Lady Pettypaw was a refined cat of an advanced age. She chose when and where she could be petted. Sometimes, she allowed a chin tickle. Other times, she would narrow her eyes as if daring you to even think you had the right to breathe the same air as her.

Risking one more tickle, and enjoying the feel of velvet fur and warm ears, Juliet refocused. It was time to find these donations.

She located the number for the Paws Hope Foundation and called them. Their donation could be delayed. It happened sometimes. Decisions were made later than planned, or money wasn’t transferred due to a public holiday. There’d be a rational explanation for the funds not arriving.

Juliet tapped her fingers on the desk as she waited for the call to connect.

Good morning. Paws Hope Foundation.

Hi, I wonder if you can help me, Juliet said. I’m calling from Furs Hill Rescue Center. We’re expecting a donation from you, and it’s yet to arrive. I’m just chasing it up. We have lots of hungry mouths to feed. They’re all eager for your support.

Let me see, the woman on the line said. Did you say Furs Hill?

That’s right.

I have the minutes of our latest meeting in front of me. Your charity was mentioned. There was the sound of tapping fingers on the keyboard. Ah! Bit of a problem. They decided not to award the money.

Juliet’s breath caught in her throat. Why? They seemed so positive about the application.

You’ll receive a letter outlining the reasons for the refusal.

That money is so important to us. Is it too late to reverse the decision?

Never say never. There was some debate about the charity and if the donation should be given. Your work is well-known to us. Everyone here is a supporter.

Please, this support is crucial to Furs Hill. Can I get more information now? Or I can send a revised application if there was something that wasn’t favored?

The woman was silent for a few seconds. One moment, I’ll see if a trustee is available to speak with you. They will know more. I just take the notes.

Thank you. Juliet’s heart thudded at the thought of not getting that money. It was a donation of seventy thousand dollars. The money had been allocated to pay for staff and resources at the new rehab center that was about to open. Without the money, there would be a beautiful new building extension but nothing to go in it and no staff to work there.

Connecting you now.

Juliet sucked in a breath and forced herself to remain calm.

This is Daniel Braithwaite. Who am I speaking to?

Juliet Connelly. Thanks for taking my call. I believe there’s a problem with the donation Paws Hope was planning to make to Furs Hill.

Miss Connelly, I’m sorry to say that is correct.

Is there something specific about our proposal you didn’t like? When your colleague visited, he was very enthusiastic about our work.

We all are, but we received worrying information about the stability of the charity just before our meeting.

Her stomach clenched, and her palms grew damp. Furs Hill is stable. You’ve seen our last three years of accounts. We have a small surplus and plans for expansion.

Daniel sighed. We debated giving you the donation for some time, but we must give our resources to charities that have a secure future. We can’t give you money and then have you fold the next year. That would be wasteful.

That won’t happen. We’re going nowhere, she said.

Not according to an associate of mine, Daniel said. I’ve heard that the center might be sold to make way for a new housing development.

Juliet winced as if she’d been punched in the gut. That’s not true.

My source is reliable. The company seeking your land is a persistent one. They rarely fail to close a deal when they find a parcel of land they wish to build upon. I used to be in the development business myself, so I know how they operate.

If you’re referring to the interest shown by Hillview Homes, I’ve told them repeatedly, Furs Hill is here to stay.

You can’t guarantee that. Land such as yours is in big demand to meet future housing needs. They may make you an offer you can’t refuse.

We’ll refuse all of their offers. The animals are the most important thing to us. Juliet felt queasy. She couldn’t let this happen. Please, reconsider your decision. That money is essential to our work.

I’m sorry. The decision has been made. If, in eighteen months’ time, the developer’s demands have gone away, you’re welcome to apply again. Until that threat has been removed, we won’t accept any new requests for funding from Furs Hill.

Juliet sank in her seat, her eyes narrowed. So, this was how the developer would play the game. They were cutting off the charity’s resources, trying to make them desperate enough to sell.

She didn’t know whether to scream or cry. Instead, Juliet focused on breathing. She would handle this. She’d dealt with worse. Thank you for your time.

Juliet ended the call and immediately rang the second charitable foundation who had yet to send their donation. Her heart sank as she received exactly the same response.

She had no clue how the developer had found out who Furs Hill had made financial requests to, but they’d talked three potential donors out of giving them money. Money they needed. Money for the animals.

Her gaze went back to the wall of furry faces in front of her. The charity had helped thousands of dogs, cats, and other small furries to find happy homes. Furs Hill was going nowhere, but without this money, Juliet wasn’t sure where to turn next, especially if the developer kept dripping poison into people’s ears about the stability of the charity.

There was a knock on the office door. The receptionist, Sandy Appleton, poked her head in. Your visitor’s here.

Juliet’s brow wrinkled. Who am I seeing?

Sandy smiled. Check your calendar. I put in the appointment. It’s Carlisle Danvers.

That name’s familiar. Why is he here? Juliet opened her calendar. Sure enough, there was the appointment. She rarely missed anything that was scheduled in her calendar, but Bruce had distracted her.

Carlisle came to our last charity event. He gave a donation after we helped his sick cat. Selena set up the meeting. Sandy smiled and waggled her eyebrows. Apparently, Mr. Danvers is a wealthy man. He’s also very cute.

Did you say wealthy? Juliet blew out a breath. It was as if fate had stepped in just when she needed a helping hand.

Yes. And gorgeous. Sandy grinned.

He can be as gorgeous as he likes. Juliet wasn’t looking for gorgeous. She needed a backup plan to prevent the developer causing any more trouble. Carlisle Danvers could be her savior. Thanks, Sandy. I’ll be out in a second.

The tension seeped from Juliet’s shoulders as she stood and smoothed her hands down her pants. She needed to seal this deal. The center needed this. The animals needed Carlisle to fall in love with them and help them out of this problem.

She checked her reflection in the compact mirror in her purse, ran a hand through her blonde hair, and smiled to herself. She’d charm Mr. Danvers into making a donation. The center would be just fine.

Chapter 2

Carlisle Danvers paced leisurely backward and forward in the small reception area of Furs Hill. He yawned and scrubbed a hand across his stubbled chin.

He’d forgotten this meeting and had still been in bed when he’d received the call from Selena Forrester at Furs Hill. She’d perkily reminded him that he was meeting the center manager today and asked if he needed directions to get there.

He’d almost declined and remained in bed. Then the sharp words of his manager, Mal, had slipped into his thoughts. If you don’t do something positive and stop moping around, your career will be dead in the water.

That conversation and the persistently cheerful voice of Selena in his ear had forced him out of bed.

He’d pulled on jeans and a sweater and headed to the center. It was only a ten-minute cab ride, and he’d yawned most of the way, still thinking about his warm bed and a chance to binge watch the latest season of his favorite thriller.

It was his own fault he was so tired. Carlisle wasn’t sleeping well. He was used to late nights, parties, and movie premieres. Becoming a hermit took some getting used to.

The door opened behind him. He turned to see the receptionist, Sandy, walking back through. She smiled at him as she sat at her desk.

Juliet won’t keep you a moment. Would you like a coffee while you’re waiting?

That would be great, Carlisle said. Strong and black.

Lovely. Through that door to your left. There’s a pot of coffee and some mugs. You can bring me one while you’re at it.

Carlisle snorted in surprise. He was so used to people doing things for him. It was a shock when he was told to do it himself.

He pushed through the door and walked into a tired-looking room with a small table and a few chairs. Lockers lined one wall.

He discovered the pot of filter coffee and filled two mugs before returning to the reception and handing one to Sandy.

Thank you. She smiled at him.

He downed half his mug of coffee, welcoming the jolt of caffeine as it made its way through his bloodstream.

Stop him!

Carlisle looked out the window to see a dog racing across the yard, a leash dragging behind him. Following his paw prints was a woman dressed in an oversized jacket and jeans.

Carlisle stepped out the door and heard the dog panting as he sprinted away.

He’s heading for the road! the woman yelled. Help me!

Carlisle placed his mug down. He recognized her. It was Ellie. She’d helped him when his cat had been poisoned. He joined in the chase as the dog darted right and scrambled under a wooden fence.

Carlisle leaped the fence in a single bound, and his feet landed in sticky mud. He didn’t slow as he continued to chase the long-legged tan lurcher.

The dog was slowing, and Carlisle could see he had a limp.

Hey, boy, Carlisle said. Out for a morning stroll on your own?

The dog glanced back at him but continued to trot along.

Carlisle was more of a cat person, but he liked dogs well enough. He patted his jacket pockets and discovered several dried cat treats inside. They worked on his two fussy cats, Stinky and Furry, they might work on tempting a dog intent on making a break for freedom.

I’ve got something for you. He tossed a treat in front of the dog.

The dog slowed, sniffed the treat, and gobbled it up. He glanced back at Carlisle again, his gaze going to his hands, looking for more food.

I’ve got plenty more if you want to see for yourself. He threw another treat.

The dog let it drop to the ground and then ate it.

Carlisle slowed, not wanting to spook the dog as he got nearer.

Their legs were both covered in mud, and chilled air seeped through Carlisle’s clothing. The climate this time of year was normally warmer. He should have thought to dress more sensibly.

He ducked, so he was eye level with the dog and held out more treats. What do you say? Can we be friends?

The dog took a tentative step toward him.

Carlisle threw another treat. This time, the dog caught it in the air.

That was a sign of trust. Carlisle held his hand out with more treats on. Nothing but the best for my pedigree cats, he said. And for you, too.

He threw one more treat, only a short distance, so the dog would have to move closer.

Well done! You stopped him. Ellie pulled up beside Carlisle. Oh! It’s you. Nice to see you again, Carlisle.

Carlisle glanced up and smiled. I can’t seem to keep away from the place.

Your timing couldn’t be better. A new volunteer didn’t realize how strong Tigger is. He yanked the poor girl off her feet and made a dash for it. Tigger can run for hours when he has a mind to.

I didn’t do anything special. I had something to entice him to stop. Carlisle held up the remaining treats. They’re for my cats. I figured he’d like them too.

Food is one thing Tigger can never resist. He’s even stolen a sandwich right out of my hand. Ellie caught hold of the dog’s leash. We need to get you back into training. It’s bad manners to pull a person off their feet.

He’s a good-looking dog, Carlisle said.

He is, and he’s young. There’s no malice in Tigger. He’s just never had any proper training.

Carlisle nodded. That’s why I stick to cats. They basically do whatever they like. They’re free-spirited. They’d laugh in my face if I tried to train them.

Ellie grinned. Of course! Furry and... What’s the other one called?

Carlisle smiled. Stinky.

Ha! How could I forget? How are they?

Both spoiled rotten and loving it, Carlisle said. Is that vet still here? The one who came with you and saved Furry?

Ellie’s grin broadened, and her cheeks grew pink. Jamie’s here most evenings.

He’s one heck of a good vet, Carlisle said.

That he is. She clasped her hands in front of her.

Carlisle’s eyebrows rose. Oh! I get it. You two have a thing going on.

Ellie laughed. Something like that. We’re very happy.

Carlisle’s nose wrinkled. Love was a facade. People were amazing at faking being in love so long as they got what they wanted. He’d played the part of a devoted lover plenty of times for movie roles. It was easy to fake finding someone irresistible when you had the right incentive.

His thoughts turned to Tiffany Damore. Little Miss Movie Star. She’d gotten everything she wanted. All she’d had to do was trample over him in her designer heels. His heart included. She’d squished it real good under those expensive red-soled shoes she adored.

Just the thought of her soured his mood. I should get going.

Oh, sure, Ellie said. Were you looking to adopt more cats?

No. Well, I mean, I love cats. I wouldn’t mind some more, but the others might get jealous.

Well, thanks for catching Tigger. Ellie nodded at him.

No problem. Carlisle strode away, hopped over the fence, and returned to the center.

It was times like these when he wished he could drive. Becoming famous as a teenage movie star meant he got driven everywhere. There was never any need to drive when there was always a limo on standby.

His house wasn’t far from here. He could walk. The exercise would do him good. He hadn’t left his house in days. Actually, more like a week.

Carlisle closed his eyes and leaned against the wall by the entrance to the center. What was he doing here? This was a mistake. When he was alone, just him and his cats, he was happy. Whenever he was around people, he had to have his guard up.

He hadn’t always been like this, but since making a name for himself, people thought it was their right to exploit him to get what they wanted. It had happened one too many times. Carlisle couldn’t trust people anymore.

He should have trusted his gut this morning and stayed in bed. He could be snuggled under the duvet, his cats hogging the pillows or biting his toes through the covers, and keeping the world out. Where it belonged. That way, it didn’t bother him.

Mal’s words returned and drifted around his head. Carlisle hadn’t had an acting job in months. He hadn’t even looked at any of the offers that had come through. He couldn’t face it. Doing a movie meant being in the public eye again.

Even after six months, there were still pictures and stories going around that Tiffany had sold to the press. She’d never loved him. She’d used him to claw her way to the top.

Carlisle longed to yank those memories out. Forget he’d ever met Tiffany.

He should have seen the warning signs, but he’d fallen hard for the beautiful aspiring actress. He’d been an idiot with Tiffany. He wouldn’t do it again. So long as he kept out of the limelight, he couldn’t be hurt.

Still, he missed acting. He came alive on screen. Not anymore. It was time for a change. He was becoming an elusive recluse. Carlisle had enough money not to work again.

He snorted softly. If six months ago someone had told him what his future would be, he’d have laughed in their face. No longer acting. Retired from show business. Single. Cats as his best friends. What a joke. Carlisle Danvers. Movie star. Loser.

He shook his head to dislodge the uncomfortable route his memories had taken him. Carlisle needed to get back to his refuge. This was too stressful. He didn’t need any complications in his life. He just needed to keep things simple, not let people in, and life was easy.

Carlisle jumped as the center door banged. His eyes snapped open, and he stared into the big blue eyes of a beautiful stranger who looked at him with open curiosity.

Chapter 3

Juliet kept her surprise in check. She knew this guy, and not just from the charity event he’d attended a while back.

No wonder his name was so familiar. This was Carlisle Danvers, the movie star. With his mess of thick dark hair, and those intense dark eyes, how could she not know who he was?

He looked older than he appeared on screen, not that she’d seen any of his movies, but she’d seen plenty of trailers. Carlisle did action adventure or romantic comedies. He was handsome, hardly a surprise given his job. He stood over six feet tall, with a firm jaw, broad shoulders, and a wide, full mouth.

There was something about his dark eyes, a wariness in them that made Juliet interested. From the cautious way he watched her, she felt as if making any sudden movements would cause him to leap away and run like a startled animal.

It didn’t detract from how attractive he was, but that expression suggested his life wasn’t as movie star perfect as it might appear.

As she continued to stare at him, it was as if a mask slipped into place. His features hardened and he pulled his shoulders back.

Carlisle Danvers? Juliet asked.

That’s me. He pushed away from the wall. If you want an autograph, I don’t have a pen.

Her head jerked back. Neither do I. And I don’t want your autograph.

His gaze flickered over her. I’m also not looking for a date.

Juliet sucked in a breath. Be still my broken heart. Her gaze ran over him, and her lips pressed together. He was gorgeous, but his attitude wiped out all of that. I’m Juliet Connelly. We’re meeting today.

The mask he wore flickered. Oh! Sure. You’re the one who wants my money.

Juliet took a step back. Only if you’re interested in ensuring unwanted and neglected animals get a chance to find their furever home.

Furever home?

It’s what we call the new homes our residents go to. Every home is better if it comes with a little fur, don’t you think?

Carlisle tilted his head. I guess so.

Of course, if you don’t want to donate to the animals, I’ll understand. It takes a special person to care for the underdog. Or undercat if you prefer.

He snorted a laugh. 

Juliet opened her mouth, then snapped it shut. This wasn’t a great start. Maybe Carlisle had gotten out of the wrong side of bed. And it looked like he hadn’t been out of that bed for long. He had a rumpled, messy look about him, his thick hair flat on one side and fluffy on the other.

She resisted the desire to tidy his hair. Maybe his stylist was sick, so he’d had to dress himself this morning. Of course, he could simply be this rude all the time.

Juliet had dealt with her fair share of entitled people when she’d worked in the banking sector. Serious amounts of money often jaded a person. It was supposed to bring happiness, but she’d found out for herself, that wasn’t always the case. Money attracted trouble and made you a target.

She cleared her throat. Carlisle might be a jerk, but she needed this jerk’s money. He had to like Furs Hill. You look like you’re about to leave.

I am. I mean, I was. He sighed and ran a hand down his face. I don’t know what I’m doing here.

Seeing some cute animals? I mean, that’s what we’re all about. Furs Hill helps those who have nowhere else to go. She saw some sharpness leave Carlisle’s face as he pondered her words.

The animals. Of course.

Hi, Juliet. Ellie strode up, Tigger close to her side. You’ve met our hero.

Her eyes widened. Hero?

Sure. Carlisle just saved the day with Tigger. He was making a run for it. Carlisle chased him down. We should get him volunteering here. We always need more people who are good with dogs.

No kidding. Juliet crossed her arms over her chest. She didn’t miss the faint smirk that passed over Carlisle’s face. The only hero role he’d ever play was in a movie.

Anyway, I’d better get this guy back to his kennel. Ellie waved them both goodbye.

So, you’re a hero? Juliet tilted her head.

Can’t say I am. Unless you pay me to be.

That was exactly what she’d thought. Carlisle Danvers played a role whether on screen or in his real life. Fair enough. Juliet could do a little acting of her own. She didn’t mind acting like she liked him if it meant the center came into extra funds.

We’ve gotten off on the wrong foot. She smiled brightly. How about you be heroic and come inside? You might find a few cute furry lives to save. Juliet opened the center door for him.

He stared at the door, then glanced over his shoulder as if expecting someone to make the decision for him.

There are plenty of lonely souls in this place who want to be spoiled by a hero. Juliet raised her eyebrows. Once he was through the door, she’d snag his interest.

It looked like Carlisle was about to protest, but he simply nodded and straightened. He was taller than she’d first thought and broader in the shoulder.

Why not? I’ve got nothing better to do.

Juliet bit back a sharp remark. There was nothing better than spending time at Furs Hill. It was her second home. Exactly! This way. I’ll give you the grand tour.

They walked side-by-side as she passed the reception and headed to the dog rehoming wing.

Carlisle paused as she held the door open, the sound of excited yips and barks encouraging them in. Is there any chance we can see the cats first?

Don’t you like dogs?

I love them, but I’ve got two cats of my own. They’re my weak spot. I love their independent nature. If you want money out of me, then show me the cats. The more cats the better.

Juliet pursed her lips but nodded. Of course. Right this way. She did want his money, but she also didn’t want to have to deal with his spiky personality. For all his good looks, this guy came with an edge. Maybe spending time with the cats would shake loose his snarky side.

We currently have eighty-five cats as residents. Juliet led Carlisle to the other side of the center. They kept the cats and dogs separate from each other. The two weren’t great at mixing.

They’re all up for adoption?

We have six permanent residents and twenty-five who are new arrivals. The new arrivals get a full health check, their vaccinations, and time to settle in. It’s stressful when they come to a new environment. We make sure they’re settled and happy before we put them up for adoption.

So, people only get to see their good sides.

She shot him a shrewd look. It helps. We only have so much room. If a cat appears timid or vicious when someone looks at them, they don’t stand a chance. The older cats and those with, well, let’s just say, unusual personalities, they can be here for months. The kittens go in a few days. If you have a squint, an illness, or a limp, you’re in for the long haul.

Carlisle frowned. Do you put the unwanted ones down?

Absolutely not. This is a no-kill shelter. And they’re all wanted by us. The only reason an animal is ever euthanized is if they’re terminally ill and suffering. We invest time and money to bring out the best in the animals who come here. Bad behavior is a symptom of a bad owner. It was learned, and it can be unlearned with time and patience.

He nodded. What about your profits and turnover? How much money does this place bring in?

Carlisle’s bluntness surprised her. We invest ninety-five percent of our income back into the charity. We always keep a small amount to one side in case of emergencies. There have been times when we’ve been flooded or needed a new electrical system. And occasionally, we get an unexpected rush of unwanted animals coming in, so there are extra costs associated with that.

Let me guess, Christmas when people get their new pets and dump the old ones, and then the end of January when the new pets are too much of a handful.

Juliet nodded. Also breeding season. There are times when we’re overwhelmed with puppies and kittens. Baby rabbits too. They’re so cute. Basically, tiny bundles of fluff with ears and twitching noses.

Juliet pushed open another door. They were met with the sounds of meowing and the faint smell of cleaning fluid. This is where all the cats who are ready to be rehomed live. As you’ll see, their details are on the outside of their rooms. We have all ages here, from the elderly who have more intensive needs and require a delicate hand, to the very young and boisterous. What are your cats like?

Spoiled brats, but I love them. Carlisle’s dark eyes lit up as he looked into the first room. I’ve had them since they were kittens. Actually, my sister pushed me into getting them. They’re still young, less than a year old.

Cats make great companions. Juliet noted the animation on his face as he spoke about his cats. It was the first time she’d seen any sign of emotion other than caution from Carlisle. I’ve been adopted by a cat here.

You have a cat?

Lady Pettypaw. Juliet grinned at his amused expression. She’s a little madam. She set up camp on my desk when I left a cardboard box there. Nothing will move her. Anyone who tries deeply regrets it and comes away with claw marks.

Carlisle chuckled. I know all about that. Stinky has a favorite spot on the rug. If you try to move him, he soon lets you know he’s not happy. He’s Siamese and as chatty as they come.

Stinky! That’s an interesting name for a cat.

My niece named both of them. Stinky and Furry. Perfect name for pedigrees. It brings them down a peg or two.

Juliet laughed. They sound lovely. She walked along the rows of cat homes, pointing out the different residents. As she talked, Carlisle’s tense posture softened, and he smiled more.

He also had an impressive knowledge about cats. Maybe there was more to this guy than just an entitled movie star. Any man who loved cats the way Carlisle did couldn’t be all jerk. Maybe only fifty percent.

Now for the best bit. Juliet had been saving her ace card. She would make Carlisle lose his heart to Furs Hill. Would you like to meet our kittens?

His eyes sparkled, and a broad grin crossed his face. Try to stop me. I need kittens in my life.

She laughed. We usually have some little ones here. Some get found abandoned, but more often the moms arrive here pregnant and give birth. We rehome their kittens.

I got my two when they were twelve weeks old, Carlisle said. They were so adorable. I had no idea they’d turn into such terrors.

You must like independent spirits.

There’s independent, and then there’s a cat’s godlike desire to rule the world. They have a total belief that they’re the center of the universe. Everyone must bow to their demands, me included.

Juliet liked the idea of Carlisle being ruled by two feisty cats. It showed a different side to him. A side that might mean he didn’t think he was such a movie star god. Although, with that chiseled jaw, maybe he could afford to think that now and again.

She inched open a door and poked her head inside. Peony Kellman stood there, bottle feeding a kitten. She looked up and smiled, her tired brown eyes suggesting she’d done too many bottle feeds recently.

Do you mind if we visit? Juliet asked.

Come right in, Peony said. I’ve got my hands full. A volunteer didn’t show up today, so I’m feeding everyone on my own.

We can’t have that. Carlisle strode past Juliet and over to the kitten Peony held.

Peony’s eyes widened. Aren’t you... Jeremiah Fletcher?

He shrugged. I played that character two years ago. My real name’s Carlisle.

Oh! Of course. Peony flushed scarlet. What an idiot. I didn’t mean that. Of course, I saw Rapid Heat, the movie you were in. I loved it. I watched it three times. You were amazing.

Thanks.

I’m Peony. Her gaze ran over him.

Juliet suppressed a smile. Carlisle was also her first big movie star. It was easy to be a tiny bit starstruck. Even if that star came with a big ego and a tainted attitude to match.

Hey, Peony. It’s nice to meet you. Carlisle dazzled her with a movie star smile. How about we feed these kittens?

Are you sure you want to do that? Peony asked. These kittens make a mess of whatever you’re wearing. They get a bit excited around feeding time.

He looked at his mud-splattered jeans. It’s too late to worry about that. Now, hand me a kitten.

Juliet stood back and watched as Carlisle expertly cupped the kitten in his hand. With some instruction from Peony, he quickly got the kitten greedily feeding on the bottle he held.

He loomed over the tiny creature as the kitten purred with contentment, suckling on the milk as she snuggled close to Carlisle.

You can take one as well. Peony held a black and white bundle of cuteness out to Juliet.

Unless you’re afraid of getting kitten goop on you. Carlisle looked at her and grinned.

Juliet liked that smile. It was genuine. Not a problem. I never get tired of doing this. She was more than happy to take her own tiny bundle of fluff and fill an empty stomach.

She stood next to Carlisle as they looked after the precious kittens.

Man, I could do this forever, he said. Cats make everything better. So long as there are cats, there’s always hope.

Even with the fur balls you own? Juliet nudged him with an elbow. They sound a handful.

The sacrifice is so worth it. He carefully adjusted the kitten to make sure she got all her milk.

There was something about a man who respected animals that always made Juliet flustered. Maybe it was the protective thing or the way he looked after something so fragile, something so dependant. Carlisle literally held that kitten’s life in his big hand. To that kitten, Carlisle was a hero.

He noticed her watching and raised an eyebrow. Am I doing it right?

You’re a natural, Juliet said. Ellie’s right. We should get you volunteering here all the time.

Yes, please, Peony said. I’m rushed off my feet. Actually, is it okay if I leave you two to finish up? I had a call not twenty minutes ago from the cattery saying a mom’s gone into labor. I want to make sure she’s doing okay.

No problem. Juliet had fed plenty of kittens during her time here. We’re fine.

Carlisle smiled at the kitten. Yes, we are.

Peony nodded a grateful thanks before hurrying out the door.

If I could, I’d bundle this lot up and sneak them home with me, Carlisle said. Do you think anyone will miss them?

I’ve heard of crazy cat ladies but never a crazy cat guy, Juliet said. Won’t your girlfriend mind if you bring home even more fur babies?

The muscles in his jaw twitched. I don’t have one of those. Cats suit me better.

She glanced at him. How could a guy this good-looking not have women throwing themselves at him? I thought you were seeing somebody. Sorry, I’m not up on my celeb gossip. Weren’t you dating an actress?

What do you know about my private life? Carlisle’s tone was ice-cold.

Juliet bit her bottom lip. Honestly, not much. If she hadn’t been so distracted by the threat from the developer, she’d have done more research on Carlisle. She recalled a story about a high-profile split but couldn’t remember the details. She felt like a bit of a jerk for blundering in with her thoughtless questions.

Carlisle finished feeding his kitten, placed her back in the basket and selected another hungry mouth. There’s no one in my life. You can’t rely on anybody. You make your own happiness.

I didn’t mean to pry. Juliet sensed she’d hit a sore spot. Carlisle’s jerk side was back in full force. I just assumed that, well, you’re you. You’re a movie star. I can’t imagine many movie stars sitting home alone.

Being a movie star isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. His hard tone told her the conversation was over.

I guess not. What had made him stop dating? It must be simple for him to find women desperate for alone time with him.

They continued feeding the kittens, but there was an unpleasant feeling of tension in the air. Carlisle’s happiness had faded quickly. He must be the kind of guy you always needed to be on your guard with in case you said the wrong thing and he took offense. Actually, make that every guy. Juliet was careful around all guys these days.

Just as she finished feeding her kitten, her cell phone buzzed. She gently placed the kitten back in the basket and checked the caller. She couldn’t ignore this. It was Aidan Firth, a charity trustee and their financial expert.

If you’ll excuse me for a moment, she said to Carlisle.

He nodded curtly as she stepped out of the room.

Juliet remained by the door as she answered the phone. Aidan, how are you?

Busy, as always. Aidan was a young, semi-retired entrepreneur who still dabbled in the world of online trading and was a fiercely passionate advocate for animals. He was also a generous donor and oversaw the financial operations of the charity. How’s everything going at your end?

More mouths to feed every day, Juliet said. In fact, I was just taking care of a kitten.

Aidan chuckled. I wish I could be there to assist. No problems that you need to report?

Juliet’s eyes remained on Carlisle as her stomach clenched. Had that scumbag of an agent, Bruce, already been in touch with the trustees? If he had, he was wasting his time. No problems. I’m showing a potential new donor around at the moment. He could make a big difference to the center. He adores cats.

That’s excellent news, Aidan said. You can update us at our next meeting. I look forward to it.

Absolutely.

I’m after the latest expenditure forecast for the rehab center. Can you email me a copy?

Of course. You’ll have it in the next hour.

Perfect. Keep me abreast of any updates.

Juliet paused. Should she say anything about the developer? The timing felt off. She would present the information at the next meeting. Juliet would share the offer with them and have a solid case in place as to why it couldn’t be accepted.

They said their goodbyes.

Juliet watched Carlisle for a moment. She needed to keep an open mind about him. She’d believed him to be an over-privileged movie star who wouldn’t get his hands dirty and was all about his own self-importance. Instead, there he was, plastered in mud and had milk running down his fingers and fur coating his sweater. He didn’t seem to mind one bit.

Although he’d been a bit of a brat when they’d first met, maybe there was more to him than met the eye. More than his good looks. Here was a man who cared about something other than himself.

But Carlisle also had a past, one he didn’t want to talk about. One that made him wary around her. When she got a moment, Juliet would look into that past. It would be easy to do since it had been splashed all over the media. She’d struck a nerve when she’d talked about his former girlfriend. She made a note not to bring that up again. She didn’t want to steer him away from supporting Furs Hill.

How’s it going? Selena Forrester hurried along the corridor, her heels tapping on the concrete floor. Have you charmed Carlisle into giving us a heap of cash yet?

Juliet tilted her head from side to side and lowered her voice. It’s hard to say. My charm offensive has been a little off the mark so far. You could have warned me he has a bit of an attitude.

He’s a movie star. They come with attitude. Selena grabbed Juliet’s arm. Don’t blow this. He’s just what we need. Carlisle’s local to Furs Hill, he’s loaded, and he has a face women will crawl over broken glass to touch.

Juliet grinned. And why is that last point so crucial?

Selena’s smile turned sly. No reason.

Hmmm, shouldn’t we care more that he loves animals? She’d known Selena for a long time. Whenever she got that look on her face, Juliet worried. She was up to something.

Of course! That’s a given. He wouldn’t be getting his lovely designer sweater messed up if he didn’t like cats.

How can you tell it’s designer?

I know quality when I see it. Besides, famous actors don’t slum it in the clearance section of a clothing store.

Juliet studied Carlisle again. You can take over if you like. He might warm to you better.

Nonsense! You can charm anyone, Selena said.

I might have blown it when I mentioned his dating history.

You’re already seeing if he’s single? Selena chuckled. You don’t waste any time.

No! It’s not like that. It was an innocent question. He froze me out like I’d told him his last movie was awful.

Have you seen his last movie?

I haven’t seen any of his movies.

It was great. It also starred his former girlfriend, Tiffany Damore. Their breakup was messy.

I put my foot in it. I didn’t know much about the breakup. If Carlisle is this sensitive, should we risk getting involved with him?

Absolutely! Besides, the super-rich often come with a few quirks, Selena said. You’ve handled worse.

I should delegate the job to you. You’re better at prying money out of people.

Selena pursed her lips. You could, but I’m crazy busy. And you’re not someone who pulls rank and acts like a jerk boss. Carlisle Danvers is a rough diamond. He got rich young. That means he’s not used to slumming it in the real world. Maybe all he needs is a gentle education on how to spend his wealth.

Juliet’s eyes narrowed. You want me to manipulate Carlisle into giving all his money to us?

Selena grinned. There’s no manipulation involved. Anyone who loves Furs Hill will throw their purses and wallets open to give us what we need. You just have to show him that’s what he needs to do. She glanced into the room. And by the looks of it, you’re doing an excellent job. Now, get back in there and keep charming him.

He’s not our only wealthy donor, Juliet said. Why are you so intent on me wooing Carlisle? What are you up to?

Nothing yet, but I have big plans for him. He’s just what we need.

For what?

We need a face for the charity, Selena said. An attractive one. Someone who clearly loves their animals. Someone who’s more than a mouthpiece for our work. An individual who’s willing to give to our cause in a significant way and open doors for us to find additional donors.

You want to make Carlisle Danvers the face of Furs Hill? Are you serious?

Look at him! He’s movie star hot. He loves animals, and he has more money than he knows what to do with.

Juliet studied him through the glass door. He was rich and gorgeous, but he was difficult. However, they needed the money. With the developer’s sneaky tactics already losing them donations, she had to be open to other ideas.

I’ll think about it.

No thinking. Selena grabbed her arm again. Let’s act now.

Before Juliet had the chance to protest, Selena shoved open the door and marched in with her.

Carlisle! It’s so lovely you could be here today. Selena nodded at the kitten in his hand. And you’re clearly enjoying yourself.

Hi, Selena. Thanks. It’s great here. Carlisle glanced up at them before returning his attention to the kitten. And thanks for the wake-up call this morning. I might have missed this if you hadn’t reminded me.

Not a problem, Selena said brightly. Now, Juliet’s got something to ask you.

Juliet shot her a glare. Do I?

Selena pinned her with her sharp gaze. Yes. Remember, you were saying that Carlisle is just what you need.

Juliet repressed a groan. Selena had dropped her right into it.

Carlisle’s smile was cautious. What do you need from me?

Your face, Juliet said. I mean, all of you. Actually, we’re looking for someone to represent the charity.

Is that right? Carlisle arched an eyebrow.

Selena smiled. Your love of animals is clear. You have a great appeal, and the public adores you.

Carlisle’s head lowered. When they don’t think I’m a joke.

Juliet was surprised by the pain in his voice. Why would people want to make fun of him?

Nobody thinks you’re a joke, Selena said. There’s always somebody else with a more embarrassing story than you.

Carlisle shrugged. If you say so. He glanced up at Juliet. What do you think? Do you want me involved with Furs Hill?

She didn’t know enough about his past to decide if this story they referred to was embarrassing or not. You definitely appeal to the masses. I think even my grandma has seen you in a movie.

He chuckled darkly. How flattering. What did she think?

Juliet had no idea. She must have liked it.

You appeal to all ages, Selena said. Everyone knows who you are.

And that’s a good thing?

It is for the charity, Selena said. Don’t you agree, Juliet? She nudged her.

Juliet forced a smile. She was still undecided if this was a good thing, but Selena knew how to do her job. This connection could be incredible for Furs Hill.

I do. We’ve been thinking about having a high-profile name attached to the charity for a while. People love celebrity.

And other charities who have famous patrons always make a lot more money. And not just from that patron, Selena said. People donate to causes that they recognize. People will recognize us, thanks to your involvement.

What does this patron role involve? Carlisle asked.

It’s not time or labor intensive, Selena said. A few pictures and statements and maybe a small donation now and again. And it would be amazing if you could come to our public events. It’ll get the number of guests increasing, which only helps with the donations.

You want to wheel me out so the crowds can poke at me?

Selena frowned and glanced at Juliet. It won’t be like that.

Absolutely not. Juliet picked up a hungry kitten and began to feed her. We respect your privacy. We don’t exploit anyone, human or animal. You have to admit, it would be great for our profile... and yours. I can see that you’re not exactly hating coming here to feed the kittens.

Carlisle raised the kitten he held to his cheek and rubbed his face against it. I’ve got to admit, this is pretty great therapy.

Is that a yes? Selena clapped her hands together.

I need to speak to my manager before we make anything official. Carlisle glanced at Juliet. If you think it’s a good idea. Will we work together?

Despite her conflicting emotions, she nodded. Carlisle was what they needed. She could handle one difficult, wealthy movie star if it meant Furs Hill was safe. Yes. It’s a perfect match.

Carlisle looked from her to the kitten in his hand. Then, I’ll do it.

Chapter 4

As Carlisle finished feeding the last kitten and placed him back in the basket with his sleepy siblings, he wondered what he’d gotten himself into.

Patron of a charity. He didn’t feel responsible enough for such a role. It was weird. He’d only been here a short while, but it already felt like a second home. He could imagine spending a lot of time at Furs Hill and enjoying every minute.

What about having to work with Juliet? He’d seen a look he couldn’t interpret on her face when she’d been convincing him to get involved. She didn’t seem thrilled about him being a patron.

Still, it didn’t sound too stressful. And it would mean he got to be surrounded by cats most of the time. What could be bad about that?

Selena had left him and Juliet alone to finish the feeding. He wanted to ask Juliet more questions. Not so much about the charity, he was already sold on the place, but it would do no harm to grill her. He wanted to ensure she didn’t see him as just another flaky actor.

Plus, those big blue eyes of hers contained a lot of secrets. Juliet held herself so carefully. Her posture was upright and contained, almost as if she was afraid something would break if she relaxed. It intrigued him. He was so used to being surrounded by confident actors who thought the world revolved around them.

It wasn’t that Juliet lacked confidence, but perhaps she’d seen something in life that had left her cautious about opening up to people.

I hope you don’t feel we twisted your arm too much. Juliet fussed over the kittens as she spoke. Selena can be persuasive. She has this way of always getting what she wants.

Carlisle let out a breath. I know people just like that. Manipulative.

Oh, don’t get me wrong. She’s amazing at what she does. Juliet shook her head. Selena works so hard for the charity. She’s always fighting its corner.

I get it. Carlisle relaxed as he stroked a sleeping kitten. Everyone here seems to love what they do.

You’d better believe it, she said. Even the gross jobs. And we’ve got an especially glamorous job next if you’ve got time to stick around.

He had nowhere else to be and nothing he wanted to do. Of course. What do you need me to do?

Juliet grinned. Well, you know we’ve just filled tiny tummies full of milk? These full tummies sometimes need a bit of encouragement to relieve themselves.

Carlisle’s brow wrinkled. "How do we do that?"

We get a bit of damp cloth and simulate the mother’s licking their butts.

We simulate licking!

Juliet bit her bottom lip, struggling not to laugh. We’re basically their moms. Once the babies have been fed, mom licks them until they tinkle. It’s perfectly natural.

Carlisle chuckled and shook his head. If my friends could see me now. They wouldn’t believe it. His acting buddies were all about the parties and having a good time.

You don’t talk all things cat when you’re making a movie? Juliet pulled out cloths and filled a small bowl with warm water.

Not really. We usually talk about our latest job. Some love to brag about how much money they’ve made or what they were paid to star in a beer commercial.

I’ve seen your commercial for that cologne. Juliet ducked her head. You must get paid a lot to wear so little.

He grinned. I did. And the set was freezing. I deserved that money. I caught a chill and was sick for a week.

You poor thing. How did you cope? Did you spend all that money on green juice and cold medicine?

Carlisle smirked. You got me. It was worth it.

Juliet seemed distinctly underwhelmed by his wealth. Most women would be batting their lashes and telling him how brave he was.

This felt good. The more he considered it, the more he loved the idea of being involved with Furs Hill. It had been a long time since anything had sparked life in him. It was also a rare thing to find people not affected by his status.

Since his breakup with Tiffany, his heart had frozen. It only performed its basic functions to keep him on the move, but he hadn’t felt alive in a long time. Now, the thought of playing dad to tiny kittens on a regular basis filled him with glee, and made his heart thud with excitement.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. He checked the caller and shook his head. It’s like he’s psychic.

Who is it? Juliet asked.

My manager, Mal. I only have to think about him, and he’s on the phone seeing what I need.

Don’t think you’re getting out of kitten duty, Juliet said. I’ll get the litter tray ready for your return.

I wouldn’t dream of it. Give me two minutes. Carlisle stepped out of the room and answered the call. Hey, Mal.

I’m at your house. Where are you?

Carlisle grinned. Doing my good deed for the day.

Are you still in bed?

"No! I’m out