Dirty Tricks by Xandra
James
A contemporary, romantic comedy novella of 16400 words.
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Elvis, her cat, nuzzled her foot once more and sat staring
at her expectantly. She reached over and stroked him, knowing exactly what he
wanted. The cat, bless all his fifteen pounds, was a water critter. If she was
in the bath, he wanted in. If he wasn't such a scaredy cat and realised there
was a world outside the back garden, he'd have loved the sea just a couple of
hundred metres from the end of her long garden. Yesterday he'd already jumped
in to the pool, swimming around the two foot deep plastic expanse.
"Come on, baby." Her orange monster jumped into
her arms and she gently placed him in the water. He was probably as hot as she
was. She splashed water over him, enjoying his enthusiasm.
"You do realise there's a giant hamster in your kiddie
pool, right?" The voice startled her and she scrambled around to see a
man, standing not a couple of metres behind her, next to her petunias, dressed
in a suit. Then all hell broke loose.
Elvis didn't like men's voices. The beast jumped up,
scrambling to climb the two foot tall wall of plastic, looking like a drowned
rat with his long, wet fur clinging to his body and claws that would rival
Wolverine's.
She heard a rip and then she was in a rush of water sliding
the couple of metres across her lawn and towards the feet of the newcomer. Cat
finally stopped, her ass up in the air and her thick hair, unclipped and around
her face.
Catherine sat motionless for a few seconds, not quite
believing what had just happened. Elvis mewed at the backdoor to be let in, and
a soft, deep laugh began behind her. Cat didn't know whether to cry at losing
her pool, or come out swinging when she listened to that sexy sound coming from
the mystery stranger standing above her.
Collecting herself and adjusting the strap to her too tight
swim suit, she sat up and turned, staring at the stranger who was now belly
laughing at her, his hands braced against his thighs.
Temper rising, she impatiently waited until the laughter
subsided. Cat pushed her hair back from her face and adjusted her skewy
sunglasses until she could actually see properly. Ignoring the fact he was a
blond God, she narrowed her eyes. "Just who the hell are you, and what the
hell are you doing in my garden?"
About Xandra
Multi-published author, Xandra James, has always wanted to
write romance books. Even when she was sneaking peaks at the hot bits, too
young to fully appreciate them, she dreamt of writing her own.
Now, older and wiser, she's got the opportunity to project
her slightly dark and wacky, British sense of humour onto others, whilst still
writing the hot bits - bonus!
When not writing, Xandra is thinking of excuses as to why
she shouldn't be doing the housework, looking after a husband and cats that
refuse to pick up after themselves and climbing the mountain in her house
that's affectionately called her tbr pile.
She currently holds the crown for Queen Procrastinator –
something she's very proud of – so you can usually find her online, somewhere,
when she really should be writing.
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