Belle - Caught by the Belly Trap

K.A. Belle

Copyright 2019

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Caught by the Belly Trap

Text Copyright 2019 K.A. Belle (Kasey Belle)

First E-book Publication: October 2019

Cover and art copyright 2019 Anna Josey/Sin City Book Art

Digital Formatting by K.A. Belle (Kasey Belle)

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When Former Army Pilot Beau Madigan witnesses a cat being attacked, all his protective instincts kick in and he has to intervene. For years, Beau has been a recluse. Left with a traumatic brain injury and blind in one eye after a training accident, he hid away to escape the pity, stares, and stupid questions. But that was before Colby.

Graphic Novelist Colby Dyer has been on his own since his first shift. Believing he was cursed, his family cast him out once they discovered Colbys alter-ego had black fur. Colby never imagined finding a mate, especially while cowering in cat form. To make matters worse, his cat accidentally claims their gorgeous rescuer. In Cats defense, it was Beaus fault.

Will Beau accept his fate once he learns what Colby is or will he abandon Colby like everyone else?

Caught By The Belly Trap is a short steamy standalone MM shifter romance with a guaranteed HEA and absolutely no cliffhanger. Approx. 11K words.

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We made ourselves comfortable in a tall oak tree and watched the trick-or-treaters move from house to house. Cat and I loved hearing the childrens laughter and seeing the smiles on their faces. I never trick-or-treated as a child. Halloween wasnt celebrated in my family. My parents were the crazy religious type. They wanted to protect us from Satan. Of course, none of their protection applied to me after my first shift and they found out I was a black cat with unusual blue eyes. Obviously, I was cursed and needed to be driven from my home at the age of thirteen to save the others. Oddly, coming out to them at ten-years-old wasnt an issue. Gay? No problem. Black fur and blue eyes? Big, fucking problem. When in doubt make the narrative work for your agenda, right?

I shook my head. Whatever. Id been on my own for ten years. I survived. Hell, I more than survived. I thrived. I had four bestselling graphic novels under my belt before I turned twenty-one. Three more followed after that. My agent called me last week about an offer from a network to buy the rights to my cat shifter series. Seeing my characters come to life in an actual television series would be fucking awesome. However, I wasnt sure if Id accept their proposal. There was a lot to consider.

The world would freak the fuck out if they discovered Claws was nonfiction. I would be in a lot of trouble with my fellow shifters if the humans learned our secret. Then again, what had my fellow shifters ever done for me? Nothing. Thats what. The humans helped me more than my own kind ever had. Loneliness was the only thing I hadnt been able to overcome. It was hard to find a mate when you were shunned. If only I could write my own happy ending, my life would be perfect.

Even though, I was beginning to think I would never find my perfect other half, I still held out hope. There was time. It wasnt like I was an old man. I was only twenty-three, eight months, and four days, for fucks sake. Not that I was counting or anything.

The golden leaves surrounding us fluttered in the breeze. Cat and I loved the feel of the cool wind in our fur. Autumn was definitely in the air.

An adorable little girl of about three years old dressed as a black cat walked by with two adults, I assumed were her parents. Cat chuffed when he saw the bright pink bow decorating the end of her fake black tail. I thought it was cute as hell. Cat not so much. He tended to be a little bitchy.

Hey!

Dont deny it.

I wasnt. But, you dont have to think it out loud.

The sidewalk emptied. Cat jumped from the branch wed perched on and landed silently on the concrete sidewalk. The moon was full and there wasnt a cloud in the sky. It was a beautiful night to explore the small town and enjoy the excitement and colorful costumes. The neighborhoods were bustling with parents and children. Id heard most of the local businesses were keeping their doors open until ten p.m. to hand out candy. Cat and I decided to make our way there and check out the action.

It didnt take long to reach our destination. Maysville wasnt very big. In fact, it was the perfect depiction of Small Town, USA. I got the sense everyone looked out for each other. But, then again, Id only been in town a day. I could be wrong.

Halfway up Main Street, Cat ducked into an alley to find a way to climb to a higher vantage point. Roof access was usually easiest to acquire in the back of the buildings near the dumpsters and fences. High ground was the best place to people watch. Plus, humans couldnt try and pet you and call you Sweetie or Baby if they couldnt see you. It was demeaning to be seen as nothing but an everyday house cat.

Something hard hit our back followed immediately by laughter. Pain shot through our shoulder. Fuck, that hurt. We turned and came face to face with three teenaged boys. Cat hissed, and we stood our ground. One of them threw something else at us. I realized it was a rock when it landed a few inches in front of our paws. Little fucker. Unfortunately, one of his friends had better aim. Shit. Our only option was to retreat. Cat let out an angry yowl and hissed again. Not very effective, but what else was there to do? It wasnt like I could shift and defend myself. Doing so would cause bigger issues for Cat and me than a few bullies.