Coffee
and Crushes at the Cat Café: a Furrever Friends Sweet Romance
What do you do when you meet the guy
of your dreams? Set him up with your sister, of course.
“Small town romance with cats ... what more could you want?”
“Anyone who likes a sweet story about relatable, cat-loving
characters will enjoy Coffee and Crushes.”
Kari doesn’t have
time for love when she’s opening her new cat café. She’s busy hiring employees,
fighting with the health inspector – oh, and welcoming 16 shelter cats. She’s
doing this for the cats, the community, and her family. The café will give her
sister, Marley, a job worthy of her baking skills.
Then a tattooed
military vet wanders in claiming he’s a master baker. Surely Marley will fall
for a guy this sweet, this sexy, this tasty.
Colin has other
ideas. It’s Kari who makes him want to turn up the heat. But he’s spent the
last two years recovering from physical and psychological wounds. Is he really
ready for a relationship? He’s not even sure he should commit to Samson, the sweet
Siamese cat who steals his heart.
“A heartwarming story of two cautious people learning to
love each other.” The cats and cakes were an added bonus.”
“I loved this book so much and absolutely loved the concept
of the café.”
The Furrever Friends
Sweet Romance series features the workers and customers at a small-town cat
café, and the adorable cats and kittens looking for their forever homes. Each
book is a complete story with a happy ending for one couple. These sweet
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Peek:
Kari smiled. “So now you think making coffee sounds good? Or
is it the cats that appeal to you?”
He returned her smile, and her knees went weak. He was not
her type. She liked intellectual, career-focused men. She had never understood
women who raved over a man in uniform. Not that he was in uniform now. She
glanced down at his faded jeans and tried not to let her gaze linger on the
snug black T-shirt as she looked up again. Now he looked like he should be
jumping on a motorcycle without a helmet, not looking for work in a café that
featured adoptable cats. Soldier or biker, he wasn’t her type – but she could
see the appeal.
A clatter came from the kitchen, where her sister was
organizing the supplies. On the other hand, this man might be Marley’s type.
But was he a nice guy or a jerk?
“Both, actually.”
It took Kari a moment to realize he was responding to her
question about coffee or cats.
“I tried a lot of things to deal with the PTSD,” he said. “Meditation,
yoga, even knitting.” His eyes narrowed again, as if daring her to laugh.
She glanced at his hands, with the thumbs tucked into his
front jeans pockets, and tried to imagine those hands working knitting needles.
They’d be strong and rough against the soft yarn. She cleared her throat. “Does
anything help?”
“I haven’t gotten the hang of meditation yet. Mostly I feel
bored. Yoga has been good for rebuilding my strength and balance. Knitting …”
He shrugged. “At first it helped because it was so challenging that I couldn’t
think of anything else. Now I’m losing interest.”
“I didn’t get your name yet,” she said. “I’m Kari.”
“Colin.”
A lovely name. One that would feel good to say, nice and
round in the mouth. She needed to not think about mouths. “You were telling me
about how you got interested in coffee and cats.”
He leaned back in his chair and studied the large, framed
poster of kittens on the side wall. “Who wouldn’t like cats? As for coffee, I’m
not a connoisseur, but I like a good cup, and I can learn all the fancy stuff.”
His gaze returned to her. “I started cooking mainly to feed myself. I was
getting flabby from too much fast food.”
He didn’t look flabby now.
A smile softened his mouth. “Turns out cooking is fun.
Focusing on the colors, the smells, the tastes. That helps keep me in the
moment better than meditation. So eventually I got into baking.”
Kari sat up a little straighter. “You bake?”
Colin leaned forward and said in a seductive voice, “You
should try my salted caramel blondies.”
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