Dear humans,

Greetings, my name is Princess. You might remember me. Once upon a time, the human let my sister (Tia) and I rampage and use the keyboard at our whim. But then my sister crossed the rainbow bridge, and this made the human very sad, so my new sister (Zazzle) and I left the keyboard alone for a while.

We're back, albeit for only a few moments, to serve as the feline voices for Whiskers on Kittens!

The book has released. The female is running wild and free with the wind in her rabid grease weasel hair. (It's winter. This is how rabid grease weasel hair works in the winter. We just accept she becomes an untamed beast plagued with an oil elemental.)

There are no pictures of us today, mainly because I am a cat and do not know where she moved all the pictures of our most majestic beautiful selves. (Rude female!)

We hope you are all doing well and that you have a wondrous holidays filled with joy and books.

Happy reading!

The next time a friend dared her to steal something, Kelsie would say no. Should the friend also be a succubus, not only would she say no, she would run for the nearest border faster than a bat fleeing the dark depths of hell.

Under normal circumstances, she didn’t even mind serving community service. It added spice to an otherwise boring day and gave her something productive to do.

Hoping to contain her prankster ways, the judge teams her up with a grouchy wolf of a cop with an attitude problem. According to her virus, Kelsie needs to get the good officer out of his pants. According to her common sense, the last thing she needs or wants is a goody-goody hampering her style and getting in her way.

When they’re assigned to help rescue kidnapped kittens, Kelsie knows one thing for certain: to create a Christmas miracle, she’ll do a lot more than bend the law—she’ll break it over her knee and unleash hell on Earth while she’s at it.

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