Theo & His Cat by Brynn Hale

Shae:
I drove into town on a flat and a prayer, but as soon as I stepped from my car I knew New York City is my home.
My new job as a cat groomer is a dream come true. Animals are my passion…and my only passion, now that my engagement is over.
But when Theo steps into the Pretty Kitty store, I swear I almost rubbed on his leg.
His cat, Han Solo, has his namesake’s cockiness but my cat, Leia, isn’t impressed.
Turns out we live across the hall from each other and maybe our cats aren’t the only ones who can’t get along.
Theo’s arrogant, smooth-talking, and tatted–my kryptonite–and he makes parts of me purr.
But if there’s one thing I’ve learned, everyone has claws that can hurt.

Theo:
Working at the corner Irish bar, Chartreuse Clover Pub, I’m able to keep a distance between me and every pawing woman.
And then I meet Shae, and I think she’s the cat’s meow and I vow to make her mine.
I try to stop my smart Boston tongue, but it’s in my DNA, and it only makes her hiss back.
Not to mention Han’s crappy attitude with Leia. He and I are going to have a man to cat talk about that.
Shae’s got calico eyes, chunks of topaz and walnut, and her body’s fluffy curves for days.
If she’ll just let me in, we’ll be the purrfect couple.