I really like that one can see the rosettes on the black cat.
Well, once again we have shape shifter Saturday. Catching Meara is my WIP. The heroine is a technical analyst with FBI and the hero is profiler. I'm having a little trouble melding the story line of the profilers with the romance.
What moves the story forward and what doesn't. What is fluff and what is not. Or are these just plotting bunnies that are getting in my way?
Meara had been seconds from revelation, mere seconds. Now quivering with terror, she huddled in the corner of her electronified office while lights flashed and popped all around her, knowing there was no where to run. Monitors flashed and burst, exploding and sending shards of liquid fire into the air. A cop entered the small room, his arms stretched forward, gun in both hands and a flashlight on top of his gun.
Three more cops followed behind. No, they were government agents. The logo printed in white across their chest announced their profession.
Bright lights swept the room in a slow steady arc, searching for her. Finally resting on her face, she shielded her eyes. Smoke from the crucified computers filled the cubicle making the agents choke. Sweat from fear beaded on her forehead and her heart lurched to her throat. She closed her hands over her heart as if she could slow the furious beating.
The hero, Morgan James, is the shape shifter. He shifts in a jaguar.
Facts about Jaguars.