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Stalking Evan

Series: Felidae Series , Book 2.0
By: Jody Wallace | Other books by Jody Wallace
Published By: Meankitty Publishing
Published: Jul 31, 2012
ISBN # JDWLLC0000004
Word Count: 52,800
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Categories: Romance>Paranormal/Horror Romance>Werewolves/Shifter Fantasy


Stalking Evan (Felidae Series) by Jody Wallace - Romance>Paranormal/Horror eBook

Nicola Johansen, Cooley to her friends, lived a discreet, solitary life in the suburbs until she found out her new neighbor, Evan Sabello, was a shape shifter too. After accidentally getting him arrested, Cooley decides to apologize by extending the hand of friendship...with homemade apple pie in it. Not only is he the first shape shifter she's ever met, but he's sexy as heck and she's lonely. They’re practically made for each other, right? They have a special connection not even Mr. Surly Britches can deny.

Problem is, Evan's past has made him so skittish, pie and promises do nothing convince him Cooley's intentions are harmless. He’s heard it all before--poor, lonely pantheress just wants companionship. Unfortunately, the first time he heard it, he ended up locked in the basement of an evil creature who tried to control him. Now that another pantheress has honed in on him, he’s not going to make that mistake again.

He might give Cooley her pie tin back, but he’s not about to give her his trust. No matter how appealing she is. No matter how different she seems. No matter how much he, too, longs for an ally to help him figure out what it means to be a panther in a world full of humans who will never understand.

A 52,000 word paranormal romance. Rated R.
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Chapter 1

Cooley began her campaign to seduce her neighbor Evan Saballo like any nice Southern girl would do. She took him a pie she’d baked herself, and she wore a nice linen sundress to do it.

Evan, however, didn’t even glance at the dessert. Or her breasts, or her legs, or her lovely pink pedicure. Instead he glowered at her face, squinting into the bright May sunlight streaming through his doorway. “What are you doing here?”

“What does it look like?” She smiled and raised the pie higher. “Bringing you a little something to eat.”

He widened the crack in the door slightly. He wasn’t looking especially perky. Well, neither would she if she spent half of each night running amuck in the local park.

“I’m not hungry,” he said.

“Maybe not now,” she teased, “but you will be later. Our kind has a high metabolism.”

At the mention of their “kind”, Evan’s glare intensified. It had been a week since the extraordinary evening when she’d had to rescue him from the police station. A very long week in which she’d waited for him to thank her, at the very least. She’d discovered a wad of cash for the bail money in her mailbox the morning after he’d gotten arrested, but that had been it.

He’d been at home. He’d even had visitors, which was rare for him. But he hadn’t come to visit her. His savior.

You’d think two special people who’d finally met someone like themselves would have become inseparable, or at least chatted over an iced tea about the ins and outs of life as a shape changing panther, but no. Evan seemed as glad to see her and her pastry as he had been to see her at the police station, which was to say, not very.

“You have to be getting sick of rabbit by now,” Cooley said kindly, as if he weren’t poised to slam the door in her face like the time she’d handed him a petition about the state of his yard.

Evan finally directed his dark blue gaze at the pie. He didn’t look any happier. “I don’t like sweets.”

The pie was a beauty. A work of art, with a perfectly latticed crust and just the right amount of cinnamon sprinkled into the apple filling. With her hypersensitive nose, it smelled like apple Heaven. Since Evan had a hypersensitive nose as well, he should be equally impressed.

Yet there he was, scowling. Hairy. Ungrateful.

Cooley’s smile tightened. She’d suspected it wouldn’t be easy, chasing a man like Evan, but he’d shown no signs of coming to her. “Since you don’t like sweets, it’s a good thing I used some nice, tart Granny Smith’s. You’d think a man so recently freed from prison would be grateful for some homemade cooking.”

“That wasn’t prison, that was the police station.”

“You’d be doing me a favor,” Cooley said. “I always bake several pies at a time. They freeze okay, but they’re best right out of the oven.” She didn’t add that she’d only baked one this morning, and it had Evan’s name all over it.

“Fine.” He stepped onto the porch. “I’ll take it if you go away. I’m expecting someone.”

“Really? Who?”

Evan was a head taller than she was, and she wasn’t short. He reached for the plate and frowned. “None of your business.”

When their hands touched, a shiver passed through her. The contact was innocuous, a brush of his fingers on the backs of her hands, but it was the first time in her adult life she’d touched another panther.

“Good gracious.” She placed her fingers gently on his wrist. Yes—a definite tingle. “Do you feel that?”

His gaze shot down to her hand, and his nostrils flared. “No.”

Oh, he was such a liar. First he tried to say he didn’t like sweets, and now this. She curled her fingers around his forearm as the sensation wound deeper into her body. “That’s so odd.”

He jerked away, nearly dropping the pie. “Cut it out, would you?”

“You don’t think it’s odd?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She tried to steady her breathing as the tingle coursed through her. There was no denying it. Evan might not look well groomed at the moment, but she was experiencing a definite urge to toss a perfectly good pie into the yard and touch him all over. Run her hands through his dark curls. Feel the rasp of his beard against her lips. Lift his stained T-shirt right here on the front porch and...

Wait. Was that the same T-shirt he’d had on three days ago when she’d spotted him in his yard? The same sweatpants?

Goodness. How could he stand himself? She couldn’t bear being dirty any more than her cats could, but apparently Evan didn’t share their love of hygiene.

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Reader Reviews (1)
Submitted By: lazyspark on Aug 18, 2012
This book never stops giving. From start to finish it is a page turner. I do hope there is a sequel to this one.

Stalking Evan

By: Jody Wallace