What happens when Cupid passes the task of matchmaker over to a mischievous shape-shifting imp? Chaos. Pure chaos. Adjinxska reinvents herself and becomes Jinx the cat. As Halloween approaches she's ready to dole out a few tricks and treats.
From afar, Morgan has admired his sexy, new next door neighbor, but he's convinced Rich would never be interested in him. It's going to take a series of Jinx-inspired tricks and the intervention of a gun-toting bank robber in a chicken suit to finally convince Morgan that not only is Rich interested, he's the man of Morgan's dreams.
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Praise for Why Did The Chicken?
"Kate Steele never fails to surprise me with her ability to write very different types of books, while still retaining her writing style and voice. Incredibly heartfelt at times, hilarious in others, Why Did The Chicken? is a fantastic Halloween treat."
4 Angels! -- Cat N., Fallen Angel Reviews
"Kate Steele delivers a sizzling m/m story that, despite the unusual title, ranks with some of the best m/m fiction this reviewer has read.... Why Did the Chicken?
is one of the most heartwarming and exciting tales I have read."
-- Frost, TwoLips Reviews
"A love story of the first order. Her characters have real personalities with real emotional issues, which made it that much more enjoyable. I also found the little bit of fantasy added to this story gave it the necessary kick that made me want to keep reading."
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Why Did The Chicken?
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Copyright ©2006, 2014 Kate Steele
A second burst of laughter drew Morgan's glance to the corner of the house. Just in time to see a sinuous black tail give a beckoning twitch before it disappeared. "Darn you, Jinx. How did you get out of the house?"
He continued to berate the wily cat under his breath while standing and brushing the dirt and grass off his bare knees. Morgan had adopted Jinx after finding her curled up on his front porch. One glance from those exotic, green-gold eyes and Morgan had found himself not only coaxing her inside, but feeding her the canned salmon he'd planned to use for his own dinner. He'd never thought of himself as a cat person but something about this one intrigued him.
A surprising amount of intelligence shone from her eyes. He could swear the looks she gave him when he was shedding his clothes or getting dressed were almost lascivious. Having a female of any kind looking at him like that made him nervous. He'd even considered getting dressed in the closet and would have, if the idea wasn't so laughable.
Despite the lustful looks and her prima donna appetite, she was good company. Sure she was no substitute for a warm, male body, but she gave him a feeling of ease and contentment when they sat on the couch watching television. Jinx would snuggle up to him, her front paws gently kneading the muscles in his thigh while her subtle purr vibrated against his skin and soothed something restless deep inside.
Morgan followed in Jinx's footsteps and rounded the house just in time to see her about to scoot under his neighbor's truck. The same truck which was even now being washed. Instinctively knowing that Jinx wouldn't appreciate being sprayed with the water that was about to be applied from the hose his neighbor held, Morgan rushed over, bent and grabbed her up. He straightened just in time to get a face full of water.
With a yowling shriek, Jinx leapt from his arms and sailed over his head, but not before applying a liberal amount of claw to his chest. The sting of the slashes was instant, the thin fabric of his T-shirt no protection from a startled, unhappy cat. There was a moment's stunned silence before Morgan's intake of breath called his neighbors' shocked attention from Jinx back to him.
"Son of a... bunny!" he shouted. Morgan's gaze fell on the wide-eyed little boy watching. He just managed to hold his tongue on the curse that almost popped free.
"Oh, man! Are you all right?" Morgan turned his pained regard to the boy's father. Guilt and sympathy warred with amusement on his expressive face. "I didn't see you there." He dropped the hose and rounded the back end of the truck "You're bleeding. Come on in the house, I've got a first aid kit. I'm really sorry about this."
Still in the throes of shock, Morgan didn't object when the man slid a hand under his elbow and led him to the front door of his house. He turned back to look at his son who was watching a disgruntled Jinx. She had retreated to Morgan's front porch and was soothing herself by grooming her already glistening black fur.
"Mattie, come with Daddy and uh, sorry, I don't know your name."
"Morgan. We're gonna fix his boo-boos."
"Okay," Matt agreed and followed along. "Daddy, did you see the kitty fwy?"
"Yeah, I did, kiddo. She really flew high, didn't she?"
Matt nodded enthusiastically and stopped as they walked through the living room. "Can I watch Nemo?"
"Sure thing," his dad answered. "Just push the play button."
Matt's dad rolled his eyes and smiled at Morgan. "Already an expert with the remote. We may be fighting over it when he gets a little older."
Morgan returned his smile as he was escorted through the living room and into a kitchen that was pristine but for a few dirty dishes in the sink.
"Come on in and have a seat," he offered, indicating a high-backed stool. He held out his hand, "I'm Rich, Rich McMasters and the electronics genius is my son, Matthew."
Morgan took the proffered hand. His eyes widened at the heat generated between their palms. Rich's hand was large, his handshake firm. Morgan looked into his eyes and was mesmerized by the deep, intense blue that met his. "Um, Jacobsen, Morgan Jacobsen. I live next door," he said and flushed at his own stupidity.
Rich grinned. "Yeah, I know. I've seen you a couple of times. I was meaning to introduce myself. Didn't plan on doing it like this," he concluded ruefully. He turned away and crossed the room, bending to retrieve a first aid kit from the bottom drawer near the sink.
Unconsciously Morgan tracked Rich's movements. When he bent over it was a sight that took Morgan's breath away. In addition to a tight, white, sleeveless T-shirt that showed his upper body to perfection, Rich was wearing a pair of athletic shorts. They rode up and tightened across his ass giving Morgan a tantalizing view of firm, rounded cheeks and long, muscular thighs. It was a struggle to put a stop to the groan of appreciation that was threatening to crawl from his throat.