Opposites Attract by Marteeka Karland cover art by Sahara Kelly ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-473-1 Genre(s): Paranormal Theme(s): Werewolves, Shapeshifters, Witches, Wizards & Magic Length: Interludes (8k - 12k words) "Mmmmm." Felina arched her back and stretched languidly. She simply loved watching Steven Wolfe take a shower. The muscles underneath his sun-bronzed skin bunched and flexed as he washed the soap from his shoulder length, barely tamed hair. He always managed to look like exactly what he was. A werewolf.

It was too bad, really. She could never fall for a werewolf. But that didn't mean she wasn't curious as hell. What kind of lover would he be?

"Mmmmm." She purred as she stood and walked around to the other side of the shower. The only thing she liked better than watching his naked backside, was watching his cock dance between his legs as he moved.

He slung water everywhere as he scrubbed his hair vigorously and Felina wrinkled her nose. When he stuck his head under the spray to rinse, he closed his eyes to keep the shampoo out. Felina took the opportunity to lean a little closer. She loved the smell of wet man in the morning. She stretched her neck way out, getting as close to him as she could without actually touching, and inhaled deeply, her nose less than an inch from his.

Without warning, Steven's eyes flew open. "Ahhhh!" He threw his hands out as if to defend himself, knocking Felina loose from her tenuous hold on the shower head. Her back legs slipped from the top of the shower wall and she tumbled to the floor. Water drenched her from head to tail and she yowled in surprise.

"Damned cat! How the hell'd you get in here?" Steven opened the door and threw Felina out with his foot.

She shook herself briskly, to rid as much water from her long coat as she could before giving him an indignant "meow" and strolling out the door with her nose in the air as if it had all been his fault -- which, of course, it had. Once out of his sight, she scampered through the house to the spare room and out the broken window.

Felina had been in Steven's house for five days this time. Far too long to be in her cat form. When she was a cat for too long at a time, she tended to start chasing mice and that just grossed her out. Besides, if she wanted the man next door, she couldn't very well seduce him unless she was in human form.

Smiling wickedly to herself, Felina scampered into her home through the pet door before shifting. When she entered the bathroom and saw her human reflection for the first time in nearly a week, she shrieked in horror.

She was a mess.

Her normally straight and lustrous, knee length, blue-black hair was a tangled, frizzy mess even wet as she was. She cringed when she thought about all the split and broken ends she'd gained herself. Her back had smudges of dirt where she wasn't able to reach grooming herself as a cat, and her normally long, well-manicured nails were broken and ragged.

She looked like a witch instead of a familiar. Even the collar that marked her as familiar was missing one black diamond.

Oh, well. It was her own fault. If she hadn't given in to her ever-growing fascination with Steven Wolfe, she wouldn't look like this. Turning on the water, she cringed. An aversion to water was just another feline trait that bled over after a while. She'd just have to suck it up. She needed a shower, desperately, and it would take hours to work the tangles out of her hair. No water was not an option.

The things she did when curiosity got the better of her.