Bad Kitty


“A fast paced interesting shifter story that kept me glued to my kindle until I was finished.” 4.5 stars and a Top Pick! ~ Night Owl Reviews

“I highly recommend this story, once I started I couldn’t put it down. Ms. Gayle does a good job portraying both the animal and human sides of a shifter duality and has shifter romance down to a fine art.” 4.5 Cocktails ~ Cocktails and Books

Behind the Book with Eliza

Kitty first appeared in Kane and then again in Malcolm. I never expected her to continue on but there was just something about her character that wouldn’t leave me alone. Thus Bad Kitty was born and we transition from the Black Cougar Trilogy into the Southern Shifters. Same world, a lot more characters. I’m sure we haven’t seen the last of the black cougars but there are lots of other people now anxiously awaiting for me to get to them. After you’ve read Bad Kitty drop me a line and let me know who you’d like to see get a story.

Publisher: Gypsy Ink Books
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Copyright © Eliza Gayle, 2013

All Rights Reserved, Gypsy Ink Books

One hundred yards from Rafe’s home the woman in his arms stirred. Her eyes fluttered open and her vivid green gaze latched on to him.
“Who are you? Am I dead?”

“Doesn’t matter and not yet. Save your energy because I think you’re going to need it.”

“What happened?” she asked. “Where are we going?”

Rafe smiled at the irritation in her weak voice. “I was hoping you could tell me what happened.” She slipped in his grip and he tightened his arms around her.

She briefly squeezed her eyes shut but not before he saw the flash of pain in her gaze. Her mouth opened on a pant. “There were three men,” she wheezed. “I thought they were going to kill me.”

“If only you’d been that lucky.”

Her eyebrows drew together in question.


“They wanted a lot more than your death, at least at first.”

He watched her facial expression change the moment she understood what he was saying. She immediately struggled in his arms, which he stifled by tightening his grip. He hated hurting her further, but much more of this and she’d make things far worse.

“Put me down. You—you—” she cried out at the pain her writhing had stirred.

Rafe smiled down at her despite the serious situation. “I don’t think you’re in any position to fight with me, cat girl. Relax and let me get you some help.”

Narrowing her eyes, she managed a vicious little glare through the swelling of her face and eye. The edges of her gash were already black and beginning to fester.

“Down, girl. In a minute we’ll be at my cabin and we can see about getting you patched up.” And he could get her out of his arms where the soft brush of her skin teased him mercilessly. Her lack of clothing left nothing to the imagination and that pulled at him much more than it should. He should be shot for the filthy thoughts running through his head. She was seriously injured and he was thinking wildly inappropriate ways to get what he wanted from her.

“Where exactly are we?” She tried to turn her head to see in front of them and hissed sharply at what he imagined was a move that must have hurt like fucking hell.

“Deep into where you aren’t supposed to be, I’m afraid.” He carried her up the steps to his cabin and held her on one arm so he could open the door. “I’d welcome you to my home, but I doubt there’s going to be much of a welcome for you.”

She turned and met his gaze. “What does that mean?”

“Do you know where you are?” he asked.

Her eyes widened a little as she realized. “I don’t have to know, I can still smell…wolf territory.”