Peanut Blossoms and the Matchmaking Kitten

By Claire Davon

Oriana's first Christmas away from her family promises to be a lonely one—until a two-pound bundle of kitten trouble shows up! When the kitten's owner, her neighbor Jet, takes Oriana under his wing, she tries to tell herself that he would do this for anyone, but she can't help but hope for more.

Will she find her Christmas miracle at the paws of a mischievous kitten? Or will the holiday be as lonely as she anticipated? She expects the latter but wishes for the former. Anything is possible at Christmas.

• Language: Unknown
• Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
• Release date: Nov 2, 2021
• ISBN: 9781509238095

Claire Davon

Biography Claire can’t remember a time when writing wasn’t part of her life. Growing up, she used to write stories with her friends. As a teenager she started out reading fantasy and science fiction, but her diet quickly changed to romance and happily-ever-after. A native of Massachusetts and cold weather, she left all that behind to move to the sun and fun of California, but has always lived no more than twenty miles from the ocean. In college she studied acting with a minor in creative writing. In hindsight she should have flipped course studies. Before she was published, she sold books on eBay and discovered some of her favorite authors by sampling the goods. While she’s not a movie mogul or actor, she does work in the film industry with her office firmly situated in the 90210 district of Hollywood. Prone to break out into song, she is quick on feet and just as quick with snappy dialogue. In addition to writing she does animal rescue, reads, and goes to movies. She loves to hear from fans, so feel free to drop her a line.

Book preview

Meow.

The plaintive wail startled me. I glanced around my one-bedroom apartment. My TV was off, and the radio was playing classical at a volume acceptable for this time before sunrise. Nothing stirred in the building except me.

Meow.

I couldn’t pinpoint where the sound was coming from. I lived alone, so no roommate had smuggled a cat inside. Unless I missed a cat in my grocery shopping yesterday, none had come home with me.

Maybe it was someone else’s TV, but I didn’t often hear my neighbors before dawn. I took a sip of coffee, trying to wake up so I could begin my day.

The peaceful hours before Portland came awake were my favorite time of day. This was the first time I’d been on my own in the entirety of my twenty-five years, and I was glorying in that fact. Nobody could tell me when to do things—except I had to be considerate of my fellow apartment dwellers.

I would start baking when it was light. Nothing could take the place of a still-warm cookie fresh from the oven melting over my tongue. Just the thought of it made my mouth water. Soon, I promised the ingredients waiting to be assembled.

Meow.

Peanut Blossoms and the Matchmaking Kitten

by

Claire Davon

Christmas Cookies Series

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

Peanut Blossoms and the Matchmaking Kitten

COPYRIGHT © 2021 by Claire Davon

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

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Cover Art by Tina Lynn Stout

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Publishing History

First Edition, 2021

Digital ISBN 978-1-5092-3809-5

Christmas Cookies Series

Published in the United States of America

Dedication

Thank you to all the rescue kitties and animal rescuers who have graced my life over the years!

Meow.

The plaintive wail startled me. I glanced around my one-bedroom apartment. My TV was off, and the radio was playing classical at a volume acceptable for this time before sunrise. Nothing stirred in the building except me.

Meow.

I couldn’t pinpoint where the sound was coming from. I lived alone, so no roommate had smuggled a cat inside. Unless I missed a cat in my grocery shopping yesterday, none had come home with me.

Maybe it was someone else’s TV, but I didn’t often hear my neighbors before dawn. I took a sip of coffee, trying to wake up so I could begin my day.

The peaceful hours before Portland came awake were my favorite time of day. This was the first time I’d been on my own in the entirety of my twenty-five years, and I was glorying in that fact. Nobody could tell me when to do things—except I had to be considerate of my fellow apartment dwellers.

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