Book Three in the award-winning Shifter Sisters series
The world, according to Persia:
1. In the battle of the sexes, Persia always wins.
2. When in doubt of the outcome, see Rule #1.
Furious that Tori took the man she wanted, Persia is determined to find a beau who'll turn both Tori and Lu absolutely green with envy. But finding a man who can outshine Drake Foster is no small task -- he'd have to be handsome, suave, sexy, adorable, romantic, powerful and rich...
In the meantime, there's Billy Gruff -- young, blond, and absolutely gorgeous. A perfect consolation for her wounded pride. And when Billy takes her home to meet his brothers, Persia finds herself with an overabundance of mouthwatering choices.
Billy is just as sweet and luscious as any girl could ever want. His brother Alec may think he's bad, but Persia knows exactly how to get his goat -- and nobody, but nobody ties this keyboard-playing kitty down!
But when big brother Ben appears on the scene, Persia discovers to her chagrin that she's well and truly fucked. Or at least, she's about to be...
When in doubt of the outcome, see Rule #1. Welcome to the world of Persia.
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4 1/2 Stars! "Persia is a sassy, impulsive, irresistible, carefree and wild woman who is seeking for a better life and richer man than the one she had. Stray Cat Strut is a charming, funny, seductive and romantic story that will have you purring contently. A definite keeper!" -- Just Erotic Romance Reviews
For the first time, the short order cook she'd heard rattling around the kitchen appeared in the opening. Persia froze on her stool.
Wow. Just wow. Now that was what she called cute.
Cute? Hell, girl, he's gorgeous!
He was, too. Shaggy, sun-streaked hair fell over soft brown eyes that glowed with warmth as he smiled at the scowling waitress. Young, taut muscles rippled under his smooth skin. A leather thong around his neck drew her attention to his torso, hidden behind the ratty cooking apron. Persia wondered what his chest looked like. Absolutely yummy, she?d bet -- it was way too easy to picture him on a beach somewhere, strong tanned thighs flexing as he played Frisbee in nothing but cutoffs.
Or sprawled on the sand, wearing nothing at all.
Oh yeah. She could definitely picture that.
Damn, he was pretty! His face still had a bit of adolescent roundness despite the strong, well-shaped jaw. He had great lips -- full and pouty, just the kind a girl could happily nibble on all night long -- and a slightly snub nose that went well with his easy, boyish grin.
Hell, he doesn't even look old enough to be out this late by himself, Persia thought, and smirked. Somebody might come along and just gobble him right up.
It had been a while since she'd actually slept with a man. Not that she didn't like sex -- au contraire! as the French would say -- but she'd gotten pickier and pickier over the years. It took a lot more to tempt her these days.
And Persia was suddenly feeling very tempted indeed. She leaned her elbows on the counter, chin propped in her soft little hands as he took the plate and glanced at the offending meal. "I dunno, Jen. If I cook this any more, it's gonna be burned."
"Hell, I know that." The waitress heaved an aggrieved sigh, but some of the tension left her broad, fleshy shoulders. Persia grinned -- she rather suspected Billy had that effect on a lot of older women.
And the younger ones probably just about pissed their pants at the sight of him.
Jen jerked her head at the table. "It's not worth arguing with those damn yahoos -- they want it burned, they can have it burned. I don't give a fuck."
Billy craned his neck, peering out at the rowdies who were now flipping pennies into a water glass, cheering like it was the damn Superbowl every time they got one in. Persia admired the strong tendons in his neck as he did, and the way that honey-gold hair just brushed his bronzed shoulders. "Ah, don?t let 'em get to ya, Jen. Hell, you coulda changed their diapers."
"Don't remind me," Jen growled as she turned away. Billy grinned at her back and disappeared behind the window. A moment later, Persia heard the bacon sizzling.
Well, yum! Sure, he wasn't rich -- therefore not a keeper, sadly. But he'd sure go a long way toward easing the sting of her disappointment. Crossing her legs, Persia swung one plump calf back and forth, enjoying the slight pressure it created in her groin.
It was gonna be tough to find the right man, she mused. Money alone wasn't enough -- God knows, she'd had her share of sugar daddies in her time. The only problem was, they were invariably old. And she liked 'em young -- young and lean and hard-bodied.
Like Billy.
"Jen, you're up!"
Persia straightened as he slid the plate back across the divider. Lifting her arms, she fussed with her hair, arching her back and pushing her generously full breasts out front and center, willing him to glance over at her.
He did. Those deep, warm brown eyes swung toward her like a needle toward north and stopped, widening. Persia's smile deepened as he gaped, his arm still extended with the plate forgotten in his hand. Letting her lower lip pooch in a playful pout, she played with her hair, twirling one white blonde curl around a finger as she gave him a flirty little smile.
Billy didn't even notice when Jen lifted the plate from his hand.
God, she loved guys with brown eyes and blond hair. Whatever it was about that combination, she didn't know, but Persia felt a definite trickle of warmth between her plump thighs as they locked gazes. Neither of them moved until the waitress came back with another order, rattling it off as she looked down at her notepad. "Two eggs over easy, rye toast, dry, mush and Swiss omelet with whole wheat... Billy? Hey, Billy!"
Startled, he jerked his gaze to Jen, shaking his head as if to clear it. "What?"
She glanced at him skeptically. "Thought you were falling asleep on me there, kid."
"No, I... uh... His eyes flicked to Persia again. She dropped her gaze with a pretense of shyness -- after all, she'd already hooked him. She knew it. "Just give it to me again."
Smiling smugly, she studied the menu as the waitress repeated the order, taking her time over that most critical of decisions -- pancakes or waffles?
