My name is Moss O’Malley, and I’ve just been sentenced to three years in the magical corrections system. Thanks to my thieving ways—or rather the fact I got caught—I have to live the next three years as a cat, unable to shift back to my human form or use magic of any kind.
Just when I think I’m about to lose my mind for good, an agent breaks me free on the condition I’ll help with one of her cases. So now I must serve and protect, using my criminal wiles to catch others doing the same kinds of things that got me locked up in the first place.
It beats languishing at the cat rescue—sure—but will I be able to catch the super-powered bad guys without having any powers of my own to call on?More info →
Do a good job, and they give you even more work.
I’m not sure why I expected anything different from the goody two-shoes jerks at the Magical Corrections System. So here I am, a once-thief trying to keep these two-leggers on the straight and narrow. Have I mentioned I’m a shifter who’s been sentenced to remain in my cat form until my time is up?
Yeah, I’m a big fluffy cat with zero of my usual magic, but that doesn’t stop me from being the best temp agent the MCS has ever seen. And right now, my partners and I are tailing a mage bent on exposing magic to the world.
The stakes are high. The payout will be next-to-nothing.
If I play my cards right, I just might be able to earn my parole… and the heart of the woman I love, the woman who’s only ever known me as a sweet, little kitty cat. Right now they’ve got me busier than a one-eyed cat watching two mouse holes, but that can’t last forever. Right? RIGHT?!More info →
It’s a sad day when I’m the Magical Corrections System’s best shot at bringing down a corrupt magic user who’s determined to sell his power to the highest bidder.
Yeah, my former con-man ways are turning into quite the asset for MCS, not that I ever get any thanks around here. They are, however, letting up on my leash a little to aid me in going undercover. Of course, as a tradeoff they’ve saddled me with a slobbery new chaperone.
I’ve only just gotten used to working with the girls, and now they stick me with a mangy dog shifter, who—like me—is stuck in his fur for the moment.
But you already knew I wasn’t a real cat, right?
I just look and act… and yeah, I smell like one, too. Not for much longer, though. Because if I can crack this case in record time, they just might reward me with my freedom. All I can say to that is FINALLY!More info →