The Felidae (#7)
Date Published: November 6, 2026
Publisher: Changeling Press
to their sleeping arrangements.
Laithe’s Pride: Laithe needs a mate. With males outnumbering females ten
to one, odds are he won’t find her among the Felidae. Rowan needs a
change of pace, but she definitely wasn’t expecting a 7’ tall, fur
covered man to walk into her life.
Asad’s Mate: Asad has lusted after Catan since the pride rescued the
little Lynx from a brutal attack. Asad is the only man Catan ever wanted, but
is he what the big Leo needs?
Usama’s Journey: Thrust into a world he didn’t know existed,
Aaron’s forced to adapt to life among alien beings. Despite his
misgivings, he can’t stop thinking about both the fun-loving Lev and the
wise-cracking Morgan.
Lev’s Discovery: Navin’s brother’s rival won’t rest
until he claims Navin. Navin needs a protector, fast. Isha will protect Navin
under one condition — Navin must submit to Isha. Completely…
Navin’s Master: Ever since his brother fought in the last mate hunt,
Navin’s life has been a living nightmare. Rajiv’s rival
won’t rest until he claims Navin. Navin needs a protector, fast.
Rowan’s Men: Rowan’s going all out for Laithe and Fahd this
Christmas. Homemade presents, baking and a heck of a surprise are going to
keep her men on their toes this year.
Rowan Brandt had never felt lower than at this particular moment in her life.
Her day-to-day life consisted of trudging through the crowds, bypassing people
who could care less if she lived or died, and she felt alone. Strange to feel
alone while surrounded by people, but the truth was, she’d never really felt
anything other than alone.
But this day in particular just happened to be worse than most. Like fate had
decided to step in and give her a big kick in the ass.
This morning sucks big time.
Her day had started out well enough with the most fabulous dream. She couldn’t
remember much about her dream man, but she remembered his deep, penetrating,
amber eyes. It was like he’d looked right into her soul with those eyes. He
seemed so familiar for some reason — like she knew him. He felt so familiar,
so comfortable, she’d instantly relaxed in his presence.
She couldn’t remember anything else because just at the moment she thought he
would speak — they were rudely separated by the sound of her telephone
ringing.
A phone call telling her she was late for her dentist appointment sent her
into a panicked frenzy. Twelve minutes later, after getting ready in record
time, she was hurrying for her bus.
Running down the five flights of stairs in her apartment building — she could
never depend on the outdated elevator actually coming when it was called —
she was already out of breath.
Rounding the corner of her building, she realized that someone had cut out a
section of the sidewalk ahead of her. Veering off the path, she squished down
into the mud lining the side of the pavement. It looked like the landscapers
hadn’t finished laying the sod yet. Rowan fumed as the black muck oozed around
her foot.
When she pulled up her foot, her left shoe remained firmly stuck in the mud. A
fitting analogy for her life, but nevertheless, the last thing she needed this
morning.
Grabbing the shoe, she quickly hopped back over to the sidewalk, managing to
put on the mud-caked remains before continuing toward the bus stop a block
over.
By the time Rowan was nearing the stop she could see her bus just coming up
the road. Fearing that he’d go right past her, she began running to get to the
stop in time.
Huffing, she frantically waved him down, gasping for breath as the bus pulled
to a noisy stop beside her. Flashing her bus pass at the bored driver she
began moving to the back of the bus.
Plopping down beside an older woman Rowan tried to calm her breathing,
attempting to take in slower breaths. Holding her large bag on her lap, she
leaned her head back and closed her eyes.
“You know, if you lost just a little weight, you wouldn’t have trouble
breathing, dear.”
Her eyes popped open at the words coming from the woman beside her. Smiling
tightly, Rowan did her good deed for the day and neglected to tell the woman
to shut up and mind her own business.
Twenty minutes later, and exactly forty-two minutes late for her appointment,
she entered the dentist’s office.
“You’re lucky we aren’t going to charge you for your missed appointment.”
“I’m so sorry, I don’t know what happened. I know I set my alarm, so I’m no
–”
“Right, I’m sure you did,” the woman at the front desk said, interrupting her
apology. “Please sit down and we’ll get to you when we have an opening. It may
take some time,” she said with no apology and a hint of impatience in her
voice.
God, what a wonderful way to start a Monday.
About the Author
Jade’s writing is as eclectic as her reading tastes. She’s also been known to
accept writing challenges from friends and family just to see their reactions.
She’s a firm believer that love and romance are universal concepts, no matter
a person’s gender identity or sexual orientation.
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