One night while Alex is working the front desk, Dylan Travers, a local animal control officer, comes in with an injured fawn. When Alex and Dylan become involved, it gets harder and harder for Alex to keep his secret. On top of that, Alex has a little menagerie of his own in his apartment, including a ferret called Karma, who he's not supposed to have as a pet. As the two men become closer, Alex worries about how Dylan will react if Alex tells him about his pets and then his special ability.
Add to that debilitating migraines from especially 'loud' animals, and a dangerous co-worker who Alex butts heads with, and life is suddenly far more exciting than Alex would like. Will he be able to keep his job, his pets, his lover and his sanity?
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Alexander Myers and his twin sister Tabitha were born with the incredible ability to “hear” the thoughts of animals. Alex has managed to keep this a secret and has actually used it to his advantage for his job, working in an emergency animal care clinic and
volunteering at the animal shelter while he studies to become a veterinarian.
One night while Alex is working the front desk, Dylan Travers, a local animal control officer, comes in with an injured fawn. When Alex and Dylan become involved, it gets harder and harder for Alex to keep his secret. On top of that, Alex has a little menagerie of his own in his apartment, including a ferret called Karma, who he’s not supposed to have as a pet. As the two men become closer, Alex worries about how Dylan will react if Alex tells him about his pets and then his special ability.
Add to that debilitating migraines from especially ‘loud’ animals, and a dangerous co-worker who Alex butts heads with, and life is suddenly far more exciting than Alex would like. Will he be able to keep his job, his pets, his lover and his sanity?
Mychael Black, author of the Hearth and Home stories, writes: Alex Myers can hear animals’ thoughts. It’s a gift he shares with his twin sister, though his ability is stronger than hers. Working as a vet tech/front desk man at an emergency animal clinic has its perks (like getting firsthand experience since he’s studying veterinary medicine), but it also has its downsides (like when an abused, distressed, or injured animal is brought in. It’s an ability he doesn’t tell anyone about–not since his last boyfriend left after thinking him loopy.
One night, animal cop Dylan Travers brings in a fawn he found on the road. Although the poor animal dies, the introduction between the two men sets off a string of dates and quickies that leads to something much more.
Alex struggles on how to tell Dylan about his ability, but fate manages to take it out of his hands. Question is: can their relationship survive the revelation?
Keeping Karma is classic Tory Temple: sexy, sweet, a little bit of angst, a lot of fun. It’s a feel-good book that I read in one sitting because, hey, who can resist her books?
Dylan is sexy as sin in his uniform, especially when bent over the nearest piece of furniture. Alex is sweet and quirky, but equally sexy in a sinfully bookish way. Together, they’re HOT!
Tory Temple’s men are always real, and these two are no exceptions. So if you enjoy her other books, you’ll love Keeping Karma.
Alexander Myers stared into the face of a small, black and white rabbit and was not swayed by the twitching nose or the soft, floppy ears.
“This thermometer is going in,” he informed the bunny. “And I don’t mean your mouth.”
The rabbit stared back at Alex impassively, not impressed in the least. Alex glanced up at the elderly woman who was stroking the rabbit’s fur with a withered hand. “I’ll try to hold him,” she said in a quavering voice. “But sometimes he kicks.”
Alex smiled at her. “I can do it.” And with one swift move, he pinned the rabbit to the table and inserted the thermometer.
The rabbit did indeed give one strong kick before pretending that its life had ended and going limp on the table. Alex snorted. “You’re fine,” he told it, waiting for the thermometer to beep.
The rabbit did not respond, preferring instead to play dead, so Alex shrugged and watched the digital numbers on the thermometer. It eventually beeped and he withdrew it, jotting the animal’s temp down on the chart.
“Is it high?” the woman asked, like they always did. “Can you tell what’s wrong?”
“A little high,” Alex admitted. “The doctor can tell you more. He’ll be right in.” He cleaned the thermometer and deposited it back in the drawer before making a hasty exit. Patients always thought Alex knew more than he did, just because he was the first one they saw before the doctor. He really wasn’t sure how weighing an animal and taking its temperature could be good indicators that he knew what was wrong with their pets, but they always asked him anyway.
The thing was, he usually did have an idea what was wrong with them. But not for the reasons the clients thought.
Alex shook his head and closed the door to the exam room. He thumbed over his shoulder at the door and handed off the chart to Dr. Morrison. “Why does she keep coming into the emergency clinic when she knows that rabbit will be fine until morning?”
The on-duty vet shrugged and studied the paperwork Alex had handed him. “Maybe she doesn’t know. Or maybe she just wants company.”
“Yeah, maybe.” Alex returned to his position at the front desk and pulled his textbooks toward him again, hoping to get through one whole chapter on Clinical Radiology on Birds of Prey before another frantic client came through the doors of the emergency clinic.
It wasn’t that he didn’t love his job, because he did. Working as a front-desk clerk slash vet tech at the local animal emergency clinic allowed him both the experience that he needed and time with animals he loved, not to mention time to take his beginning courses at veterinary school. The hours at the clinic kind of sucked, since they were only open during the times when regular veterinary offices and hospitals were closed, but he was single and used to it.
He’d been fortunate to find a school that offered its beginning courses online before switching to the classroom, so Alex spent most of his days off either sleeping, studying, or glued to his laptop computer in order to finish his latest assignment. He wasn’t quite sure what he was going to do when the time came to switch over to the classroom, but since it was still a year away, Alex figured he’d cross that bridge when he came to it.
The front door made the soft electronic beep that signaled another client and Alex shoved his textbook away. It wasn’t even midnight and they’d been busier than usual, so studying was probably out of the question.
“Bleeding,” the young girl gasped. “My puppy. Bleeding. There was wood and a nail and bleeding.”
Alex shoved back his rolling chair and came around the counter to get a better look. The puppy was indeed bleeding, although not as profusely as the girl’s frantic demeanor seemed to indicate.
Hurt hurt hungry thirsty hurt came forward in waves from the small dog, probably a mixed-breed puppy about four months old.
“I know,” Alex murmured back to it, taking the animal from the girl. “You can have a drink when we’re done with you.”
“In the backyard,” the girl was saying. “There’s a piece of wood up against the house. It has nails in it and it got knocked over and I heard a yelp and…” she trailed off and gestured at the dog. “And now he’s bleeding.”
The vibes of hurt were quickly being replaced by more complaints of hungry, and Alex grinned. “I’m not the doctor. But I think it looks worse than it is.” Alex inspected the small wound in the dog’s front leg. The flesh was ripped, but only a little. There would be a staple or two needed and that would probably be it. And the dog’s thoughts were more centered around its empty stomach than its bleeding leg; that was always a good sign.
Alex hated the ones who were nothing but a huge haze of pain at him when their owners brought them in.