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  The Purrfect Stranger

  Bianca D’Arc

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  THE PURRFECT STRANGERS

  Perfect Strangers Collection

  Copyright © 2012 BIANCA D’ARC

  Cover art by Amanda Kelsey

  Edited by Trinity Scott

  ISBN: 978-1-936387-42-7

  ISBN 10: 1-936387-42-5

  All Romance eBooks, LLC

  Palm Harbor, Florida 34684

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  This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or business establishments, events, or locales is coincidental.

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  First All Romance eBooks publication: February 2012

  Chapter One

  Another sucky Valentine’s Day. Valerie twirled the straw in her rum and coke as she sat at the restaurant bar. She had been there an hour already. Val had wanted to get there early and scope out the place, but she’d been a little too eager to leave home and been way too early. The ice in her mixed drink had melted, watering down the concoction, but she didn’t care.

  She had looked forward to having a date for the first time in years on Valentine’s night. Even if it was a blind date set up by her cousin Suzy. Suzy, who had encouraged Val to take a walk on the wild side. Those were the fledgling witch’s exact words to her older cousin who didn’t have enough magic in her to boil water. She was a disgrace to the entire Faber Clan. Teachers of magic from time immemorial. To have such a powerless child in their midst was both an embarrassment and practically a sin.

  Good thing her brothers and sisters had proved to be exceptionally powerful warlocks and witches, or her parents might have been completely disgraced. As it was, not a single mage worth mentioning wanted to date the Faber’s freak child who had very little magic of her own—most of it quite useless.

  But Suzy had always been a kind child. She’d grown into a gracious young woman who had a soft spot in her heart for her magicless older cousin. Suzy was her one true friend in Clan Faber. Without her, Val would’ve long ago left the family fold and struck out on her own in the real world. The world where magic didn’t intrude on every aspect of life. The world where Valerie didn’t feel like a freak all the time. A world without her beloved cousin, Suzy.

  Without Suzy, Valerie wouldn’t be sitting here, waiting for a blind date.

  Valerie hated blind dates as a rule, but she’d been on her share of them. Most didn’t work out. One or two had led to short-lived affairs. Yet, she was still alone. Unwanted by the magical community. Nothing terribly special among those who didn’t have a clue magic existed either. Just plain old Valerie, the eternally alone.

  She was feeling single and pitiful, sitting by herself in a restaurant full of lovers on the alleged most romantic night of the year. Val sighed, trying to look invisible on her lonely barstool. All around her, people were mingling, sipping colorful drinks while they waited two-by-two for their tables to be ready. One quick glance told her she was the only single person sitting at the bar. She’d intercepted a few pitying looks from some of the other women in the room, but refused to acknowledge them.

  She would sit here for another five minutes and if her date didn’t show by then, she was leaving. No matter how humiliating it would be to walk the gauntlet of paired off people on her way to the coat check and ultimately, the door.

  “Is this seat taken?” A deep voice asked from above.

  Expecting to see some guy and his date, Valerie looked up from her drink, only to be ensnared by dark eyes in the most handsome face she’d ever beheld. A quick check behind him showed no date in evidence, but Valerie was cautious. No way a guy this gorgeous would be on his own on Valentine’s night. Maybe his date was in the powder room?

  “It’s free,” she answered shortly, turning back to her drink. She needed a minute to collect her thoughts. No doubt some slinky woman would show up to claim Mr. Handsome in a minute or two. Best not to make a fool out of herself before then.

  “You’re Valerie, right?”

  Be still her beating heart. Mr. Hunkalicious was her blind date? Way to go Suzy. If his packaging was anything to go by, Valerie owed Suzy big time for setting her up with this major hottie. Her radar went off at the thought. There had to be something wrong with him. Why else would a gorgeous guy like him be scrounging for a blind date on Valentine’s Day?

  “Keith?” she asked, just to make sure. Her cousin had only given her the mystery man’s first name. Nothing more. Not even a description of his bodacious bod to tempt her. And man-oh-man, was she tempted.

  “Yes, ma’am. Keith Redstone.” He offered his hand politely and she took it. There was something about his last name that tickled her memory, but she let it pass.

  When her hand touched his, tingles of magic wove up her arm in a startling dance that teased her senses. Something special indeed. She’d never had such an immediate reaction to a man. And never one so magical. If touching hands did this, what would it feel like when he touched her in other places?

  “Valerie Faber.” She returned the self-introduction, seeing no harm in giving him the power of her family’s last name. If he were the least bit acquainted with the magical world, he’d recognize it immediately and know she had powerful friends, even if her own power was negligible.

  He held her hand longer than was strictly necessary, but in the end he let her go before she got too uncomfortable with the energy zinging from him to her and back again. She felt jazzed. Like little tickles of electricity were touching her skin everywhere, especially her most sensitive places.

  His finger moved over the back of her hand and she felt it in the tightening of her nipples and a little pulse farther down. Oh, boy. The man’s energy was downright dangerous if it could make her squirm from three feet away. What would happen when he was up close and personal? More than anything, she wanted to find out.

  But as he let her go, the niggling thought returned. There had to be something wrong with him. Some reason he had to resort to a blind date. She knew her problem. No magic. But he had magic to spare if the reaction dancing across her skin was any indication. He had power. Raw power.

  As she took a really good look at him, she tried to figure out what it was that made her see him differently than the other warlocks she’d met. His magic had a different flavor. One that was more easily accessible to her starved magical senses. What was it about him?

  “Looks like our table is ready.” He stood and held her chair as the maitre d’ signaled for them. Keith was the soul of politeness as he escorted her through the busy restaurant to their table.

  Valerie noticed the appreciative stares of the women they passed as they got an eyeful of Keith Redstone. Oh, yeah. He was hot with a capital H. Even the married women couldn’t help but throw appreciative glances his way as they walked through the busy dining room.

  And for tonight, at least, he was all hers. Goddess bless cousin Suzy.

  Chapter Two

  She was going to kill cousin Suzy.

  “You’re a shifter?” Valerie tried not to let her feelings show.

  Inwardly she was appalled that her cousin would have thought she’d sunk so low as to date someone who was half animal. Fabers did not associate with animals. Even if they walked on two feet most of the time. Valerie had never even been near a shifter before, and frankly, she didn’t know much about them.

  “Technically, I’m a werecougar.” He kept his voice pitche
d low as he poured more wine into her glass. He had good manners, for an animal. “The Cougar Clan is one of the few big cat shifter Clans that are part of the were hierarchy. Most of the other big cat varieties follow a different governing structure set up in Europe during the Renaissance, I believe.”

  “Really?” She hadn’t expected that. It sounded like they were actually organized in some way. Despite herself, she was intrigued.

  “Michelangelo organized it, or so they say. They have different rulers for each kind of big cat. The Pantera Noir have a Nyx. The Tigre d’Or follow the Tig’Ra, who is a white tiger. It’s all very complicated. Were simply obey the edicts of our Clan leaders and whoever the current Lords are. It rotates every generation, usually, what form the Lords take. The current Lords are wolves. They say the next set of twins in line are grizzlies. Cougars have a looser organization than the other cats.”

  Their food arrived and their conversation ceased out of necessity. Keith had been speaking in low tones only she could hear since the restaurant catered mostly to normal humans who had no clue about the magical world all around them. Only when the waiter had finished delivering their dishes, did Keith speak again.

  “Forgive my asking, but why don’t you know any of this?”

  “I’ve never met a shifter before.” She knew she was blushing and fought against her own embarrassment.

  “Yet you know about us. So then, what are you?”

  “I’m a hereditary witch of Clan Faber. Our clan has taught the uses of magic for thousands of years and contains some of the most powerful mages in the country, if not the world.”

  Keith was silent a moment, appearing to digest her little speech while his steak sent up tendrils of steam from the table in front of him, close to forgotten. He just looked at her, hiding his thoughts well behind a curious expression.

  “You’ve met magic users before?” She spoke into the silence, wanting it over. His scrutiny made her uncomfortable.

  “Once or twice,” he finally answered, though there was a new suspicion in his gaze that she didn’t like.

  “Not pleasant experiences?” she prompted, hopefully.

  A minute ago she’d been appalled by the idea of having dinner with an animal but now, perversely, she wanted his approval. Damn her fickle nature. She didn’t understand why this man—this shifter—could get under her skin so easily in such a short amount of time.

  “You could say that,” he answered evasively.

  His gaze dropped and he went about the motions of cutting up his steak, signaling to her clearly that he didn’t want to discuss it. She followed his lead and picked up her knife and fork, cutting dainty bites of her chicken.

  “I didn’t mean to pry,” she apologized softly as they began to eat their meal.

  His head snapped up and his gaze met hers. “It’s okay.” His tone was gentler and his gaze tempered with something that could almost be regret. He sighed and returned to his meal.

  A few moments later, he broke the uncomfortable silence.

  “Look. I’m sorry. Nobody mentioned you were a magic user. I have nothing against you personally. It’s just that there was some suspicion that a mage involved in the murder of my aunt and cousin a few years back. Since then, the Redstone Clan steers clear of mages.”

  “I’m sorry.” Her whisper was heartfelt. She saw the true pain in his eyes when he talked about the deaths of his family members.

  “Thanks.” His response was subdued as they continued eating.

  “You don’t like mages, yet you have strong magic of your own. Do all shifters have your level of power?”

  “What?”

  She’d certainly gotten his attention with her seemingly innocuous question.

  “When you touched my hand. Didn’t you feel it?” She blushed, talking about the reaction so openly, but he had to realize… or didn’t he?

  “Feel what, exactly?”

  “The way your magic met mine. It tingled all the way up my arm like little sparks of energy against my skin.”

  “Does that happen often?” He appeared truly curious.

  “Never before in my experience,” she admitted.

  “Have you met Bill Redstone? He’s dating Suzy Faber, who I assume is your cousin, right?”

  “Bill? Yeah, I’ve met him a few times.” She was surprised by the change in subjects, but immediately recognized the significance in her cousin’s boyfriend’s last name. “Is he a shifter too?” To say she was surprised by the idea would be an understatement.

  Keith nodded. “Have you ever touched him?”

  “We’ve shaken hands a few times and he helped me down from a ladder once where I sort of fell on him. Good thing he’s as big as a tree or I would’ve flattened him.” She smiled at the memory, though it had been embarrassing at the time. She wasn’t the most graceful of women.

  “Ever feel magic sparks off him?” Her answer seemed important to Keith, so she thought about it before answering.

  “Nope. Not a single one.”

  “Then I guess not all were have what you describe.” He seemed interested now. “Of course, I’ve always been a little different than the other members of my Clan.”

  She knew how that felt. She nodded understandingly. “Me too.”

  “Really?” Mild interest turned to intrigue in his gaze.

  “I come from one of the most magical families in the world, but I…” she was really ashamed to admit this, but he was easy to talk to and he might understand, “…I have very little magic of my own. I’m sort of the black sheep of the family. A bit of a disgrace, actually.”

  “You’re kidding me.” The look on his handsome face said he was being honest. She trusted her instincts where this man was concerned. Why? She had no idea.

  “I’m afraid not. Otherwise, someone would have married me by now, simply because of my bloodlines. It’s kind of a coup to be related to Clan Faber in magical circles. But nobody wanted a powerless wife.” And didn’t that sound pitiful? “So I date humans,” she added quickly, to make herself sound less pathetic. “The Clan would probably let me go to someone non-magical. I think they’ve given up on me, to be honest.” He’d never know how much those words cost her in pride.

  But that was the beauty of him. He really didn’t know. Any magic user would understand her disgrace right away, but to Keith, she was just another woman. Magic didn’t matter to him as much. Or…maybe it mattered in a bad way. Maybe if she’d had more magic, he wouldn’t have been able to deal with her. Being non-magical was better than having magic around someone who didn’t trust mages. And she was pretty certain Keith didn’t trust mages. She’d gotten that much from his earlier revelation.

  “I’m a bit of an outsider too,” he admitted, probably trying to make her feel more comfortable. He was nice that way. He had kind eyes. “My mother died when I was small. My father was devastated by her loss and never talked much about her. She had some magic blood in her though, and that probably accounts for some of the things I can do that the other members of my Clan can’t.”

  “Really? Like what?” Now she was intrigued.

  “I sense things. Magical things, mostly. Traps and the like. They use me for scouting.”

  With those few words, he revealed a great deal, if she was reading the connotations correctly. All shifters had some magic. She knew that much from her early training. But if even the shifters thought Keith’s gift was special, it had to mean something.

  “So you’re the magical version of a bomb sniffing dog?” She gasped as she said it, hoping he wouldn’t take offense. Only on hearing the words coming out of her mouth did she realize they could be taken as an insult. But Keith laughed.

  “I like that,” he said between chuckles. “And it’s somewhat accurate. Though I can usually detect things in either form. And I’m a cat. Not a dog.” He shook his head, still clearly amused as he continued eating.

  “I’m sorry that mages have caused you problems in the past. If it’s any consolation, my f
amily doesn’t usually get involved in politics. They only teach others how to use their magic and there are ethics requirements for every magic user they train. Unfortunately, not everyone adheres to the high ethical standards my family tries to instill.”

  “At least now I know why Bill has kept me from meeting his girlfriend for so long. It’s not like him not to bring her around to Clan gatherings. I guess he was trying to keep me from sniffing out her magic.” He shrugged. “Can’t wait to tell the poor bastard the jig is up.”

  “If you never met Suzy, how did you end up as my blind date? She vouched for you and everything. Why would she do that if she didn’t know you?”

  “Probably because she’s in love with my cousin and trusts his judgment? I doubt he thought it through that clearly, though he had to know bringing a magic user into the Clan would be a bit of a problem. Maybe he wanted me to meet one of his girlfriend’s friends outside the pressures of a Clan get together.”

  “Will their differences keep them apart?” Valerie was worried. She didn’t want to ruin Suzy’s love life. She liked the way Bill treated her cousin and wanted to see them both happy. Though it would take some getting used to, knowing that Bill was a cougar shifter.

  “No, not really. It shouldn’t, anyway. Suzy’s been good for him. We all see it. Werecats aren’t as prejudiced as some other Clans. There aren’t that many of us and most end up mating outside the Clan.” He looked uncomfortable for a moment. “Very few end up with magic users, though. We don’t often mix, as you probably well know.”

  “My parents would have a cow if they knew Suzy was dating a shifter. Her parents are a bit more broad minded though. Her mom is the Faber. Her mom and my dad are siblings.” She explained as they ate. “Her dad’s form of magic is sort of an odd one. He’s more empathic than outright magical, you could say.” Valerie thought about it as she spoke, having never really verbalized her uncle’s differences from the rest of the clan before. “He’s still exceptionally powerful and can use his form of empathy to get right inside someone’s psyche. Which is why he only takes on special students and then only if they meet his very strict moral code. He’s responsible for discipline among all the students and nobody wants to get on his bad side, though he’s always been incredibly kind to me. More so than anyone else in my family, actually.” She shrugged. “I guess her parents know about Bill. If any Faber would accept the mixed relationship for their kids, it would be them.”