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Blurb
When instinct tells Shaina to visit the feral cat trap she’s set in Central Park,
she listens to that inner voice. The sleek black cat she finds has a terrible

secret. Tom is an unwilling shape shifter, cursed by a sorceress who craved a
human plaything. Shaina vows to defeat the vicious but seductive witch and
save the man she believes is her soul mate—though it might mean losing him
forever.

Excerpt

“Hey there, kitty.” I crouched down on the grass beside the steel-mesh cage,
my straight skirt riding up my thighs. “Are you all right?”
The massive black tom in the cage bared his teeth and hissed. I felt his rage
and frustration. I wanted to reach into the trap, scratch behind those huge ears
and comfort him, but I knew better.
“Shh! I won’t hurt you, kitty. It’s going to be okay. Tomorrow I’ll take you to a
nice, warm place where you can have plenty of food.” I played my light over his
body, which was lean but not emaciated. Although his fur bristled, overall he
looked clean and healthy. Then I noticed a wound on his left flank. It gleamed,
wet and oozing, in the beam from my torch.
“Oh, dear! What happened to you? That’s a nasty gash.” I stuck the light into
my jacket pocket. I only had two hands, and the mace was more critical. The
cat’s menacing growl turned into a whimper as I picked up the trap, jostling
him against the mesh. “Sorry, kitty. We have to get you home and dress that.
That will make you feel better.”
The combination of the cage and my quarry must have weighed at least twenty
pounds. “You’re a big guy,” I commented as I picked my way along the tree-
hung path back to the street. Once my eyes adjusted to the dark, it wasn’t too
difficult. I glanced into the cage a few times. The tom’s eyes glowed as though
lit from within.
Getting him up five flights of stairs was another story. I paused to catch my
breath on the fourth story landing, resolving yet again to find a better paying
job.
Finally, I wrestled the cage into my studio apartment and set it on the floor
near the window. My feline guest huddled in a corner of the trap, watching me
with wary eyes as I stripped off my work clothes, donned an old sweatsuit, and
went to fetch antiseptic, antibiotic ointment, cotton balls, gauze, tape and a
towel from the bathroom. I sat cross-legged on the worn carpet next to the
cage. Now came the hard part.
“Pussycat, I need to take you out now. I know you’re scared and upset, but
please, don’t fight me. This is for your own good.”
The cat’s solemn expression suggested that he understood me. Slowly, trying
not to alarm him, I unlatched the door of the trap. I wrapped the towel around
both my hands and reached in to grab him. I expected him to yowl, hiss or
scratch. However, he didn’t resist at all. I pulled him out, cradling him in my
lap. Normally, I’d swathe a feral’s body in the towel to immobilize him. This guy

seemed so calm and quiet, though, I wasn’t sure it was necessary.
I soaked some cotton in betadine. “Sorry, but this is going to hurt,” I told him,
holding his forelegs in my left hand while dabbing at his lacerated hip with my
right. He winced but didn’t try to escape. In fact, he lay completely still in the
hollow of my folded legs while I doctored him. In no time, I’d bandaged the
injury, wrapping the gauze around his upper leg and securing it with surgical
tape. The snow-white stripe across his haunches was a stark contrast to his jet-
black fur.
He gazed up at me, his eyes glittering like paired jewels. I ventured a scratch
behind his ears and was rewarded by a low purr. “You’re going to be fine, puss.
But now I have to put you back into the cage.”
“Rowrr!” His sudden growl startled me. I managed to capture him in the towel
before he could run. “Pfftt! Rrr-owl…!” He raised his voice in obvious protest as
I tried to bundle him back into the trap.
“Hush, puss! Shh! Do you want to get me evicted?” My lease said no pets. I
reasoned that the ferals I occasionally kept here overnight didn’t qualify as
pets, but I wasn’t eager to test this theory.
“Rowrr!” my guest insisted. I scratched his ears again then smoothed the fur
under his chin. He settled into my arms.
“You really don’t want to go back in, do you?”
“Mrrow.” His meaning was obvious.
I was so tempted to agree to his wordless plea for freedom. I could imagine
how awful it must be, to be locked up when you were used to roaming free. Of
course, given his willingness to let me touch him, he might not be feral at all.
He wasn’t wearing a collar and it was clear he hadn’t been neutered, but still,
the shelter should check to see if he’d been microchipped.
He rubbed his cheek against my arm. His hefty body vibrated with his purr.
Then he stretched out his neck so he could lick the back of my hand. His warm,
rough tongue sent a delicious little shiver up my spine.
“You’re very hard to resist. Do you know that?”
“Meeow.” I could have sworn he was smiling.
“Okay, you win.” After all, it was one room. The doors and windows were
locked. Where could he go?

Rave Reviews for The Eyes of Bast
The Eyes of Bast is hard to put down once you start reading it. Between highly
arousing sex scenes and nail-biting suspense, it’ll keep you turning pages until
the very satisfying ending. ~ Ria Restrepo, Amazon (5 stars)
What I DO want is extremely hot sex between one man and one woman, and
plenty of it, as they fall in love. And WOW! Does this book have that! ~ Fiona
McGier, Amazon (5 stars)
Lisabet brings it all together seamlessly: mystery, thriller, paranormal, black
magic, shape shifting, smoldering sensuousness, hot, hot sex and a touching
love story. This one has it all. Really enjoyed it. ~ Max Lemberger, Amazon (5
stars)
I picked up this novella, meaning to read the first chapter or two in the time I
had before I had to be somewhere. Needless to say, I read a lot more than I
intended, and I was very late. ~ Cheyenne Blue, Goodreads (5 stars)

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About author Lisabet Sarai
Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading
when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first
poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles,
marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a
five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over
one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi,
ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her
stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.
You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website
(http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free
stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance
(http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and
hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, BookBub and
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Read Lisabet’s discussion below about what shaped her writing style!

The Price of Power
I think it’s safe to say that all paranormal stories revolve around at least one
character with extra-human powers. Vampires are immortal and
preternaturally strong. Shape shifters exhibit the powers of their beast sides:
fleetness, ferocity, heightened perception. Psychics can read thoughts,
mentally control inanimate objects, or see the future. Fairies, witches, demons
and similar fey folk have access to a wide variety of magical capabilities. Even
ghosts have the power to appear and disappear and to walk through walls.
Encountering individuals who can defy everyday laws and logic is one of the
joys of reading paranormal romance. We all like to imagine what it might be
like to fly, crush our enemies to a pulp, or psychically meld with our lovers.
One of the fascinating things about power, though, is that it almost always has
its price. In return for their powers, the characters lose something. Vampires
pay in guilt for their blood-sucking ways, and often in loneliness. Werewolves
live at the mercy of the moon. Psychics suffer social isolation; it’s difficult to
have a normal relationship when you know what everyone else is thinking.
The dark side of power, the payment it exacts from the one who wields it, often
plays a central role in paranormal romance plots. Sometimes it is the primary
source of conflict, particularly when it divides the powerful character from his
or her beloved.
During my childhood, my father created stories for me and my siblings about
humans and other creatures with magical abilities. Surprisingly, given how
young we were, his tales often highlighted the negative consequences of
magic. Perhaps because of that early exposure, I’ve always been fascinated by
the dual nature of power. Almost every paranormal book I’ve written explores,
to a greater or lesser extent, the costs associated with having supranormal
abilities.
The Eyes of Bast is no exception. Though it allows him freedoms normal
humans don’t experience, Tom suffers from his shape-shifting. Shaina
discovers her innate power in the course of the book and is tempted to use it in
ways she knows will be destructive. The villain Delphine Monserrat has been
transformed from an innocent girl to a vicious witch by her desire for
immortality.
In the romance world, one can always expect a happy ending. There may be
darkness, though, along the twisted road to that bright conclusion. Personally I
prefer romances which recognize that power has its price. Otherwise, it’s just a

fairy tale, sunny and superficial.