Sero eats dried figs when he’s sad and rearranges his fruit drawer when he’s happy. He’s a blackjack dealer, and a fruit bat whose dating history reads like a cautionary tale.
He goes to Kinky Kritters because it’s the one place in Vegas where nobody asks him to pretend.
Then a house cat with a god complex and a custom-built sex machine cracks him open in ways he didn’t know he could break. The good news: the space Trevor finds inside him is extraordinary.
The bad news: Trevor’s been bottling it. Depression figs. Angler fish documentaries. A bartender who was born wise.
And a house cat who has to choose between selling what he stole and deserving the man he stole it from. M/M paranormal shifter romance. Explicit. BDSM. Book 2 of Kinky Kritters: Las Vegas. HEA.
