Title: Cat Love
Author: Sunniva Dee
Genre: New Adult, Paranormal Romance
Synopsis
Aidan uses his superpower to stabilize minds at the Hollyreed Specialist Hospital. Ulani uses hers to chase rats on rooftops. Until she’s caught and deposited in Aidan’s care.
At the hospital, Aidan finds Ulani's room empty—save for a cat, whose fur retracts in favor of silky skin and a vamp-gorgeous femme fatale.
Aidan’s obsession with Ulani grows—
While patients at the hospital go missing.
Excerpt
As we press down into the bowels of old Hollyreed Mental Hospital, I’m glad I brought flashlights. Like a good Boy Scout, I even brought my Swiss army knife, which boasts the customary array of miniature tools.
I’m not going to lie. The basement is eerie. It’s my version of Hell, the old-fashioned way, dank with humidity, scurrying animals—rats, I’m sure—and at one point I could have sworn I heard rattling chains. I chuckle, even as the hairs stand on end at the back of my neck.
“Ha. You’re so scared,” Ulani says, amusement the only feeling emitting from her. The beams of our flashlights illuminate the way up iron-cast stairs that make me think of boats. As I walk into a piece of cobweb, I let out a small, horrified grunt, confirming Ulani’s statement. Awesome.
Seconds later, a rodent darts in front of me, and I suckin a girly breath. “Not everyone’s used to chasing critters,” I say, causing her to giggle.
I fumble with the door handle at the top. It’s not giving.
“Here,” Ulani whispers low, maybe in order to not disturb the rats. Higher up on the door, there’s a bolt I don’t see until she slides it open—without even targeting it with her flashlight.
“You see in the dark?” I feel less and less super around this girl.
She shrugs. “Well, yeah—it’s not that dark.”
“Right, because it’s just pitch-black. I’d say your vision’s another gift from your cat family.” She nuh-huhs, and I don’t insist.
For the next fifteen minutes we walk in silence. Thankfully, they spent a lot of money on this hospital back in the day, which means the wide stairways are still sturdy, and the floors don’t give under our feet. I suspect a grand portion of the building is pure cement.
The whole place is silent. So silent there’s no creaking of old wood or rustling from tattered curtains in the windows.
“Wow, this is amazing,” Ulani says, awed.
“I know. Can’t believe I haven’t checked it out before. It is creepy here though, so I understand if you’d rather go back home.”
Ulani’s big on shrugging tonight and does it again while we take the stairs up to the third floor. “Nah. Maybe I’ll find a sweet little room to set up camp in if you become too much to handle.”
“Me hard to handle? That’s what I call projecting. And what’s wrong with your own apartment if you wanted to leave mine behind?” I add, sounding like we’re actually discussing her moving out. Which she’ll do over my dead body unless she learns how to control her inner cat.
“Meh, this place is cool. And you’re full of it,” she quips. “I speak on behalf of all women when I tell you that men are sexy but super-obnoxious. You included.”
About The Author
Originally from Norway, I moved to the United
States twelve years ago. I hold a Master’s degree in languages and taught
Spanish at college level before settling in at the Savannah College of Art
and Design as an adviser.I write New Adult fiction, sometimes with a paranormal twist—like in “Shattering Halos,” published by The Wild Rose Press in February 24th 2014 and in “Stargazer,” released November 2014. The first book I’ve self-published was the New Adult Contemporary novel “Pandora Wild Child,” which made me a proud indie author in October 28th 2014.
I specialize in impulsive heroines, bad-boys, and good-boys running amok. Then, there’s the intense love, physical and emotional attraction beyond reason—sensory overload for the reader as well as for the characters. Like in real life, I hope you’re unable to predict what comes next in my stories.
Yes, so I write what I love to read, and depending on the reader, you’ll find my books to be a fast-paced emotional rollercoaster—or disturbing because the struggles of love aren’t your thing. Here’s to hoping you have the same reading vice as me!
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