Grimalkins Don't Purr

Kim McDougall

Kim McDougall

Join Kyra on a new adventure with her band of misfit creatures. Only this time, to save Jacoby, she won’t be dealing with ghosts from Mason’s past. She’ll have to face the distant dryad branch of her family and maybe a few of her own ghosts.

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Read an excerpt from Grimalkins Don't Purr

The Grimalkin tensed under my hand.

“What are you doing?” He nearly spun his head off his shoulders, goggling at the fingers sunk into his fur.

“I’m petting you. See?” I ran my hand down his back.

“Why? Why are you doing that?” He arched into my touch, but his tail had other ideas. It swished like a viper attacking prey.

“It’s what people do. Relax.”

His toes kneaded the ground, displaying inch-long claws sharpened to wicked points. It was amusing to see the contrary emotions warring within him. I stroked him from the crown of his head to the base of his tail. I was pushing my luck and I knew it. Willow, my gray cat, normally let me get in three-point-two pets exactly before she’d turn on me.

I got in one more stroke before he hissed and sunk teeth into my hand. He didn’t break the skin. It was a warning shot. Then he stalked off to wash my scent off his fur.

“Why do you taunt him?” Mason asked.

​”Because it’s so much fun.”