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Eyes of the Cat: Tables Turned (Part 4 of a 4 Part Serial)
Eyes of the Cat: Tables Turned (Part 4 of a 4 Part Serial)
Eyes of the Cat: Tables Turned (Part 4 of a 4 Part Serial)
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Eyes of the Cat: Tables Turned (Part 4 of a 4 Part Serial)

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Part 4 of a 4-part serialized novel...
Once upon a time, in a far, strange land (1883 Texas, to be precise), there arrived from back East a beautiful and headstrong young princess...um, I mean a scientist...named Tabitha Jeffries. Hardly more than a girl really, but she had the courage of an Amazon and a heart as big as her intellect. To save another girl, named Gabrina, from an arranged marriage to this presumably wicked prince (well, a laird, anyway) called Alan MacAllister, Tabitha switches places with her. Expecting, naturally enough, that the awful Alan’s Highland Scots family (who just happen to live in a full-scale medieval castle) will release her the moment she confesses she’s not Gabrina. Only—and this is the annoying part—Alan’s family is actually more interested in a bride, period, than they are in a specific bride... “Gabby or Tabby, ’tis such a wee dif’rence”... In other words, they keep her—fussing and fuming, kicking, clawing, biting, punching and screaming, notwithstanding.

And Alan himself, who turns out to have wanted Gabrina even less than Gabrina wanted him, decides that he does want Gabrina’s replacement. He decides this on first sight, in fact. And one can scarcely blame him, because that first sight was a lulu. It was the sight of said replacement—who had just escaped a tower by way of a tree that snagged off most of her clothes on the climb down—leaping wildly out of that tree in her unmentionables. Very interesting. Something to make a man stop and think. Catching her in his arms, Alan thinks he may be in love.

Numerous battles and embraces, some bloodcurdling adventures, and an emotional triathlon later, Tabitha is beginning to think the same thing. Now all she has to do is solve a ten year old murder, prevent a new one, and save herself and Alan from a horrifying family legacy. There’s always something, isn’t there?

LanguageEnglish
PublisherMimi Riser
Release dateSep 7, 2014
ISBN9781310261916
Eyes of the Cat: Tables Turned (Part 4 of a 4 Part Serial)
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Mimi Riser

Mimi Riser is a longtime author of fiction and nonfiction, including several series and spanning a variety of genres (with flavors ranging from sweet to spicy hot). Her books celebrate the upbeat, the offbeat, and “beating the odds.” She began life in the urban northeast, but now resides in the rural southwest with her best friend & husband Rob.

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    Eyes of the Cat - Mimi Riser

    EYES OF THE CAT

    Part 4:

    Tables Turned

    MIMI RISER

    www.mimiriser.com

    Eyes of the Cat is now released as a serial, which means it has been divided into separate parts that are offered individually. This is the last of four parts.

    Serial Copyright © 2014 by Mimi Riser

    All rights reserved.

    Smashwords Edition, Smashwords License Statement: This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

    [Note: Eyes of the Cat was originally published by a NY house, in mass-market paperback, under a different title. It has since been revised and re-edited. This is the new, expanded edition and contains material not found in the paperback.]

    Disclaimer: This novel is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

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    Chapter 12

    Was it the lingering influence of the drugged lamp vapors that made her reckless? Possibly. But it was more the inner lamp that had recently been lit, illuminating for Tabitha who she really was. And her father would forgive her for leaving him in the dust of confusion back there; it was exactly the sort of thing he would have done himself. She was a lot like him.

    Her aunt—her mother, that was—had tried to push her into a different mold, one she’d thought would keep her daughter safe from the hurt she had experienced. But it had been about as successful as a bird trying to teach her offspring how not to fly. Because the fact of the matter was that prim, proper, safe little mold had been alien to Matilda herself.

    There had never truly been anything safe or proper about Matilda Jeffries. She had flaunted convention right from the start by choosing a man’s career for herself. And when marriage to the man she loved had seemed to be cut off from her, she’d simply channeled all her energies into that career. She had always taken too many risks with her research. That was why the final experiment had ended in that fatal blast. It just wasn’t in her to stick to safe routes. She was too independent. Too adventurous. And too romantic.

    But she never did stop loving my father, Tabitha thought as she hurried through shadowed passages. Her pride wouldn’t let her marry him, but their friendship was always unique. After that one blunder, neither of them ever did look at anyone else. In their own unconventional way, they stayed true to each other to the last. Good heavens, I grew up with a beautiful example of die-hard romance and never even realized it until now.

    The apple didn’t fall far from the tree, though, did it?

    This is why I’ve been acting as I have—helping Leslie and Gabrina elope…and all the rest. Hypnotism be damned. No one has been making me do a blasted thing I didn’t really want to. I’m not possessed. I’m not going insane. I’m just In Love.

    Which might possibly amount to the same thing. Her heart sank through the floor as one shadow larger than all the rest blocked the stairway to the prison tower.

    Enid? Have you done as I bid?

    A-aye, sir. ’Tis sleepin’ like a bairn she be. She’ll nay wake till morn, I’ll wager, Tabitha mumbled, keeping her face well lowered under the shade of her ruffled maid’s cap and hoping that checking on herself was all that Enid had been bid to do.

    Good lass. You can return tae your duties now.

    Aye, sir. Bobbing a quick curtsey, she turned toward the passage she thought led to the inner courtyard where the kitchens were, breathing a small sigh of relief.

    The sigh was a little premature.

    Where you headin, lassie? You’ll nay find your pots that way.

    I won’t? Damn.

    Um… Aye, sir. I was gang for a fresh apron first. Me oother one was too greasy, i’twas, she improvised without turning around.

    Aye? I’d been ponderin’ the lack of it, I had. But you’ll nay find the laundry there neither.

    I…I was gang tae me chamber for one, maybe?

    I think you were gang for your bridegroom. Angus spun her about to face him and whipped the cap off her short curls. He grinned. Not pleasantly. I’ll take y’tae him, shall I?

    "Thank you very much, but I wouldn’t want you to trouble yourself when I’m sure I can find my own way. I have been there before, you know," Tabitha pointed out, as a rough grip on her wrist began hauling her up the stairs.

    ’Tis nay trouble, Tabby dear.

    Mr. MacAllister—Uncle Angus—Wait! she cried, frantically trying to hold back. It was as easy as trying to hold back summer’s heat or winter’s cold. You can’t go through with this combat. You don’t realize the danger!

    ’Tis nay danger neither. Nane for me, anyways. Nay man can stand against me and a claymore.

    But that’s just it! What if Ian is innocent?

    ’Tis what the combat’s for, ain’t it? Tae decide whether he be innocent or nay.

    If you’re certain of winning, all it will decide is that you’re a murderer!

    "If I win, he’s guilty, and there’s the end of it. ’Tis MacAllister law. I dinna ken why you’d want tae spare him, but you’ll nay do it. Save

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