Inspired by the true story of a kleptomaniac cat who stole his way into America’s heart . . .   HE’S THE CAT THIEF OF LOVE MacGyver the tabby is feeling very pleased with himself. His human, Jamie Snyder, has found the perfect packmate—and it’s all thanks to Mac. By stealing personal items from the home of Jamie’s handsome neighbor David, the matchmaking cat brought these two L.A. singles together. Now, while the newlyweds are off on their honeymoon, MacGyver is ready for a well-deserved cat nap. That is, until he meets his cat sitter Briony. Like most humans, she’s hopeless when it comes to romance. And Mac can’t resist a challenge . . .   SHE’S FOUND THE  ESCAPE CLAWS Briony feels terrible about leaving her fiancé at the altar. When her cousin Jamie offers her the chance to cat sit MacGyver, the runaway bride leaps at the chance to cuddle up with the only male creature she trusts herself around. But MacGyver has other plans. He lures Briony to a friendly neighborhood retirement community—run by a charming young hottie named Nate. Briony and Nate hit it off instantly. But Briony’s still not sure she’s ready for a relationship. And Nate’s got problems of his own—someone is sabotaging his community.   Crazy humans. Why can’t they follow their instincts and go after the love they deserve? MacGyver is on the case. And this time, he’s not pussyfooting around . . .   RAVES FOR TALK TO THE PAW   “Filled with romance and adorable kitty antics . . . a light and cozy read!” — Modern Cat   “Surpassingly cute story of a matchmaking cat determined to pair off his human with a neighbor through the power of stinky laundry.” — Kirkus Reviews   “Whimsical . . . fans of cozy romances will root for these . . . appealing characters.” — Publishers Weekly “Hilarious and heartwarming.” —Modern Cat Magazine Melinda Metz is the author of the Roswell High series, basis of the hit televison show Roswell . She is an Edgar Award nominee for the Wright and Wong mystery series, written with Laura J. Burns. Melinda lives in North Carolina with her dog Scully, who exhibits some cat-like behaviors—such as seldom coming when she’s called.   The Secret Life of Mac By Melinda Metz KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP. Copyright © 2019 Melinda Metz All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-1-4967-1899-0 CHAPTER 1 MacGyver caught the silver tab between his teeth and slid the zipper free. With a flick-whap paw combo he opened the lid of the suitcase, then leapt inside and stretched out on the pile of folded clothes. Nice nap locality. But it could be improved. He'd never understand humans' desire to make things flat. With a little huff of exasperation, Mac stood and gave the clothes a good fluffing, then lay down again. His claws extended, digging into the softness of a silky sweater. Sweet sardinsies, that felt good. "Mac! No!" his person, Jamie, cried. She swept him out of the perfect nap nest he'd created, then with a smapt and a zzzzpt shut it away. As if he couldn't reopen it just as easily. "I'm going on my honeymoon. Hon-ey-moon! The look I'm going for is romantic, not crazy cat lady covered in cat hair." He ignored her blah-blahs. He understood humans used them to communicate, but that was because their noses were basically useless face blobs. His nose told him more than a billion blahs, and right now his nose was informing him that Jamie was happier than she'd ever been. And who was that thanks to? It was thanks to him. MacGyver. She'd needed a packmate — he hated to say it, but she was like a dog that way — and he'd gone out and found her one. He began to purr with pride. "You don't care what I'm saying, do you, my little beastie?" She turned toward the door, and Mac saw David, the packmate he'd found, coming toward them. "Mac has done a style consult on everything in my suitcase. Everything I wear will now be accessorized with beautiful tan-and-gold tabby fur," Jamie told him. "That's why my suitcase has a lock," David answered. Mac felt Jamie's body shake as she began to laugh. "What's so —" David began. Then he reached down and ran his fingers over one of the three ties Mac had been playing with before he'd been ready for his nap. David studied the suitcase. "Still locked. Your cat split the zipper open wide enough to work the ends of the ties out." "Not my cat. Our cat. We're married now. What's mine is yours, and that includes Mac," Jamie said. "I just bought our cat that Octo-mouse, with eight crinkly legs guaranteed for hours of feline pleasure." David glared at Mac. "Eight crinkly legs, and you couldn't leave my stuff alone." He shook his head, running his fingers over a long claw snag in one of the ties. Mac ignored David's blah-blahs, too, and the glare. He'd smelled David before Mac had decided to take things into his own paws, and David had smelled just as bad as Jamie, sometimes even worse. He was desperate for a packmate, whether he knew it or not, and Mac had foun