My short story, Training Cats, garnered a 5 Sweet Pea review at Mrs. Condit and Friends Read Books back in October.
That puts me in contention for Author of the Month, whoo hoo! Just to be on that list is great, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want a vote or two or three. Help a girl out? Vote here, and if your finger wavers, it’s understandable. There’s some incredible titles on that list.
But Mrs. Condit did say: “The ending is perfect. This is a marvelous story and you must not miss it.”
Close enough to touch, and still out of reach—Evan rings the PriceCo pharmacy register for Brent and keeps his thoughts about the pharmacist to himself. He dies a little inside every time he sees Brent with Tyler—why does Brent let that jerk treat him like dirt?
After one humiliation too many, Brent’s asking himself that same question. He has a better chance of teaching a cat to sit and stay than of convincing handsome, self-centered Tyler to be thoughtful. It’s time to be single again.
With the right bait, Evan can teach a cat to roll over or a man to see what’s before his eyes. He might need Kitty Noms, or a touch of kindness, a pinch of consideration, and a trail of M&Ms.