Jack Addison vs. Catnip Dealers

by K.A. Merikan

“Catnip is nothing like tea or coffee. It’s a drug and should remain illegal.”


After finally getting together during their dangerous job in Siberia, Roux and Jack arrive in Paris. On the surface, Jack’s life has finally slotted into place, but the necessity of keeping secrets is choking him on the inside.

His father is in town to lead an anti-creature conference, and since he’s unaware of his son’s interspecies relationship and pro-creature views, he wants Jack to be the keynote speaker. Torn between his love for Roux and his family’s expectations, Jack attempts to play both sides and lie his way out of the conundrum.

But when they meet Roux’s old flame, a big, sexy chat who knows everyone in Paris, keeping a low profile might not be possible anymore.


Themes: pride, love, trust, self-discovery, tolerance, fame, monster hunting, interspecies relations, deception, lies, drugs, keeping secrets, Paris, France, the ex

Genre: M/M romantic erotica, horror-comedy

Erotic content: Scorching hot, explicit scenes

WARNING: This story contains morally ambiguous characters and scenes of sex that might be considered taboo.

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Publisher: Independently Published
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Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 3
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 18-25
Protagonist 2 Age: 18-25
Tropes: Bad Breakup, Big Character / Little Character, Coming Out / Closeted, Enemies to Lovers, Find Love and Come Out, Forbidden Love, Interracial Relationship, Most Mindblowing Sex Ever, Office / Workplace Romance, Opposites Attract, Smartass Twinks
Word Count: 11100
Setting: Paris, France, Europe
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters

“Catnip is nothing like tea or coffee. It’s a drug and should remain illegal. Of course chats would like to do nothing but chew on it all day, lazing around, but who’s gonna pay for their keep? Were this our country, it would have been you and me,” Father said, wiping his lips with a napkin.

Jack watched him, busy chewing the tastiest fillet mignon he’d probably had in his life, but also one that he couldn’t enjoy.

The restaurant was fancy as hell, with crystal chandeliers and giant windows mirrored by glass on the other side of the room. Its walls were decorated with plant motifs and gold paint, but he would have rather have had dinner at a shabby Parisian bistro as long as he didn’t have to listen to this nonsense.

But he said nothing and stuffed his face more. He knew for a fact that not all chats used catnip, because Roux had been extremely offended when asked about it.


“Don’t they pay taxes too?” Jack said eventually, frowning over his food when that thought hit him.

Father stilled with the glass of red wine in hand, his forehead wrinkling. He was still quite handsome, and the intensity of his life seemed to have kept him youthful, but in this moment, Jack didn’t feel at all comfortable about them having similar facial features—something one of the waitresses had commented on earlier.

“As they should. But their little autonomous region gets money for nothing, and plenty of them don’t bother to earn enough to pay any tax. Since when are you a defender of hairball-spitters? Living here, you should know by now how useless those creatures are.”

Jack cleared his throat, thinking back to Roux’s tail swiping across his body earlier. This whole conversation made him deeply uncomfortable, as did the fact that Father had come to France for some kind of anti-creature event, but it was to take place outside of Paris. Maybe it would all blow over.

“I just think we should look at both sides of this argument,” he said, feeling cold as he cut off another piece of the meat without looking up from his plate.

Father seemed contemplative. “That is fair, son. You’ve really grown. There is no way to dismantle their arguments without knowing them first. Back in Florida, I’m fighting for the rights of humans to have their own beaches, separate from the scalies, because the last thing you want when going out for a swim is spotting one of them under you. Gives me the creeps.”

“But what is it that they do?” Other than exist.


About the Author

K.A. Merikan are a team of writers who try not to suck at adulting, with some success. Always eager to explore the murky waters of the weird and wonderful, K.A. Merikan don’t follow fixed formulas and want each of their books to be a surprise for those who choose to hop on for the ride.

K.A. Merikan have a few sweeter M/M romances as well, but they specialize in the dark, dirty, and dangerous side of M/M, full of bikers, bad boys, mafiosi, and scorching hot romance.

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