Bad Case of Loving You by Dakota Cassidy

Author:Dakota Cassidy [Cassidy, Dakota]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General Fiction
Publisher: Book Boutiques
Published: 2017-05-21T16:00:00+00:00

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The Accidental Familiar

Accidentally Paranormal Series, Book 14

Dakota Cassidy

Chapter 1

“You’re talking. Like talking-talking, as in your mouth is moving and words are coming out. Words, I might add, that make total sense.”

“Totally fucked-up, right?”

Poppy McGuillicuddy snorted. So totally. “How is it even possible that you’re talking to me?”

“You have three choices.”

She gulped in the chilled autumn air, inhaling the scent of damp fur and the lingering stench of cheap booze before she sat up straighter and looked the talking cat in the eye (the talking cat).

“Okay, give me my choices. I’m listening.”

The tiny, round black cat began to pace the length of the brick garden wall they’d sat upon when Poppy had demanded she needed air after their “accident”.

The cat stretched, arching its rippling spine, the blue-black of its fur shimmering under the street lamp at the end of the driveway. “First, I just have to make mention. Cooler than coolio costume. Big KISS fan here.”

Poppy preened, fluffing her Afro wig and puffing out her chest to accent the shirt she wore, nude in color with glued-on patches of cotton balls she’d dyed black to mimic copious amounts of chest hair.

“Thanks. I worked extra hard on the star over my eye. Rock and roll hootchie-koo.”

“It totally shows. I’d know you were Paul Stanley if I was blind. Kudos for not going with the obvious choice, too.”

She flapped a hand at the cat and smiled at how clever she’d felt when she’d put this crazy costume together. “Gene’s so overdone. Plus, there’s the tongue thing, you know? I’m just not qualified. Anyway, where were we?”

“Choices,” the cat repeated.

“Right.”

“So let me lay this out for you in list form. You sure you’re ready?”

“Probably not, but I feel like choices are probably moot.”

The feline dipped its shiny, dark head. “No truer words. So here it is in a nutshell. Option one: you can hear me talking to you because you’re fuckin’ nuts. Two: you’re on drugs or have been drugged, which wouldn’t surprise me with that crowd of bananapants stoners in there at that lame excuse for a Halloween party. Three: I’m really talking to you.”

Poppy looked off toward her best friend’s house, sitting just behind the garden wall, and shivered. “I don’t like any of those categories, Alex. Can I have another?”

“Jeopardy doesn’t work that way, Poppy, and you know it,” the cat scolded. “Alex Trebek would be so insulted.”

She gaped at the cat. “How do you know my name?”

The cat scoffed, sitting up straight and affecting a jaunty pose. “Well, it went something like this: ‘Yo, yo, yo, girlz and booooyz! This is Poppy M to the C to the Guill-i-cudd-E in da house, spinnin’ you some oldies but goodies tonight! Who all remembers this mad-ass hit by the Spin Doooctooooors?’ So see? It wasn’t like you kept your name some big secret.”

Right. Her Run DMC impression. She’d been DJ-ing at her old friend Mel’s party before all this had gone down. And what had gone down during that party was nutters.

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