Untamed Shifter Love – Excerpt

Mouse and the Bounty Hunter Excerpt:

Carlin watched Balor pace. He was in Kodiak form. His erratic movements caused a breeze, but his bulk warmed the small cabin. Her skin was covered in goosebumps, her hair stood on end, and sweat dripped from her temples. Carlin wasn't certain if it was her teeth or her knees that were clicking together the loudest. She knew her mouth hung open; it helped her breathe better. She snapped it closed when a fly came near. Balor was smelly in shifter form. The buzzing in the cabin was steadily growing as mosquitoes came calling.

"You less scared yet?" Balor demanded on a growl.

"Sure."

Carlin was certain she could see down his throat and she would fit easily. Her ever-increasing teeth clacking and her knees knocking kept time with the pounding of her heart. Her left eyelid flickered, a nervous habit she couldn't control.

"Maybe you could…" Carlin squeaked the words and clamped her lips closed to clear her throat.

Balor stopped pacing to stare at her. A single sharp front claw tapped the dirty, wooden floor. White fangs glistened. His nose was wet. His breath ruffled her hair.

Not helpful.

Clearing her throat a few more times, she began again. "Can you, um, shift back?"

"We're in the middle of a shifter forest. Cougars, bears, eagles, wolverines, wolves…"

"Okay, okay. It's just that you take up a great deal of space, and I find it a little difficult to breathe."

"Claustrophobic?"

Bear-ophobic.

"Yes, that's it."

"Well, get over it," he bellowed.

Carlin clamped her hands over her ears as he roared. They were alone in the small cabin. The three others were outside keeping watch. There was hardly room for the two of them much less a massive stag, a vicious wolverine, and a one-eyed grizzly bear.

When they all shifted Carlin thought she'd drop dead. Unfortunately, she hadn't. She was torn between horrified amusement and the urge to faint. Their clothing had ripped and dropped to the ground, the wolverine fighting to escape his jeans. Shifter clothing anarchy.

Carlin realized if Balor shifted into his human form he'd be naked. I'll stick with the stinky bear.

Sunlight streamed into the enclosure, adding to the heat. Carlin guessed it to be midafternoon. She was tired, not having slept in over twenty-four hours, but there was still enough adrenalin pumping to keep her upright.

Balor sat on his haunches. Baseball mitts for paws lay in his lap. He looked as though he was waiting for her to toss him a few marshmallows. Yawning, exposing deadly fangs, he snorted, sending a fly whizzing across the room to splat on a wall. The endless flies didn't seem to bother him while she swatted another. Huffing, Balor settled onto a small carpet and set his head on his paws. Before long he was curled up on the floor asleep.

Carlin blinked, still trying to wrap her head around the idea a human could change into an animal. She remained in the small wooden chair she was plopped onto when they first entered hours earlier. Her ass was numb. She had her legs pulled to her chest, afraid Balor would step on her. He was less than two feet from her.

Lord of the Hunt Excerpt:

He had to hurry, there was one more threat on the loose. With no other choice, he spun the wolf over onto its back and clamped down on its throat, closing his eyes and shuddering as he felt its life slip away.

Shouts from the men spurred him into action again. He took in the scene and saw the danger at once. The woman struggled with the last wolf, who had taken advantage of the chaos. It caught the torch she waved and fought her for it. The men yelled and scrambled around, desperate to help, but couldn't fire their weapons for fear they would hit the lady.

Balen gauged the men. One of them saw him standing over his bloodied kill and gestured to the others.

"Back up," the man who appeared to be in command ordered.

The men obeyed and lowered their weapons a fraction.

Balen took the cue and leaped, teeth bared, at the last wolf. He caught it off-guard, ramming against its shoulder, spinning it around, away from the woman. His sharp teeth and iron jaw clamped down on the beast, he used his strength to throw the animal several feet. It landed hard on its side but was up again in an instant, shaking its head. Balen lowered his head and growled as they faced-off. Leave, Tristan! Balen wanted no more death, having already fought and killed one of his own.

After what seemed like an eternity, the wolf threw back its head and howled before it turned and ran. Balen watched him go, then turned back to face the travelers.

"Go on, get!" the commander yelled at him.

He ran. His house soon came into sight. He trotted up the long, winding roadway toward the formidable structure. Around back, he headed for the door that led to the kitchen. The door cracked open and he darted inside. Once he reached the chamber at the top of the tower, he bolted through the entrance and urged the door shut with his snout. He came up before the hearth and laid down, panting heavily by the warm fire.

Closing his eyes, he took deep breaths and concentrated. The change came quickly. There was no pain. Once his transformation was complete, Balen rose wearily to his feet. A knock sounded at the door. Naked, he turned. A dark-haired man of equal height to Balen entered the room. Dressed all in black, his white teeth gleamed in the firelight.

Balen moved to the pile of clothing nearby and began to dress. "What the devil were you thinking, Tristan?"

"The men were eager for the hunt. It was only in sport."

"Tell that to Caleb, or to the others who lay dead."

The smile froze on Tristan's face. "An unfortunate hazard of our lives."

"It did not have to happen. Do you know who you attacked on the road tonight?"

Tristan shrugged. "Travelers. Of no consequence."

"That was Lady Alena Harford out there. My betrothed." Balen strode to the chamber door, slamming it on his way out.

Moonlight Excerpt:

The pack trying to take over their territory was in the woods and had them surrounded.

Kane walked over to Joslyn and held out his hand. "Come on, let's get you up to your room. I want to see to your safety. I won't let anything happen to you."

He walked with her out of the dining room and up the stairs. He kept his arm around her, and she hated how right and comfortable his touch felt. When they reached the third floor he opened her bedroom door and stepped inside, looking around before he turned and motioned for her to come in the room.

"Everyone else is gone. It's just you and me, Jossy, but there isn't anything wrong with what's between us. You're pack. I'll kill any wolf who insults you or doubts the validity of my protection. I don't think you should sleep before dawn. Keep the gun close. I want to stay in this room with you tonight."

Joslyn chuckled. "Maybe I can teach you how to play fetch?"

Kane's mouth twisted into a wry grin. "As usual, you can't take anything seriously."

"Life is too short."

The grin slid off his face. "Not for you, not if I have anything to do with it. Damn it, Jossy. I refuse to lose you!"

"Well, the universe had better behave because you say so."

"There's no talking to you when you're like this. Not everything has to be a joke."

"Yes, it does. It's how I cope."

Kane growled and pulled her into his arms. "Stay alive until morning, and I'll show you how much I appreciate you obeying me."

Desire slammed into her and the breath caught in her throat. Her little exhale put a smile on his face.

"You have no idea how sexy you look right now. I can smell how much you want me. If I were a human, I'd have you on a plane and in Las Vegas tonight. Seriously, if you need a human ceremony, we can do that. Whatever it takes for you to accept my protection, it's yours."

"Stay safe," she whispered. Her throat was so tight it was hard to get the words out. "Just come back home."

The Hunter Excerpt:

Trinity turned her attention back to the ground and hopped forward, bracing her weight as best she could on the stick. She glanced at the gashes down her arm that looked like claw marks and not scratches caused by her fall. The bleeding had stopped, but the idea of rabies again clouded her mind. The rustle of ground litter had her jerking her head around, searching through the trees.

"Oh God," she muttered, the feeling of being stalked sending out waves of panic. Fight or-flight kicked in, and considering her ankle, her best option was fight.

She held her breath, listening, and was soon rewarded by the snap of a branch. Footsteps. Definitely footsteps within a dense stand of pine trees off to her right, but whatever they belonged to stayed to the deepening, late afternoon shadows.

At worst it's a black bear. Black bears stay away from people. The inner pep talk did nothing to temper her rising fear, because she knew she was being stalked. She felt it down to her bones, she was little more than wounded prey.

Trinity turned and started hopping as fast as she could up the slippery hillside, hot, desperate tears streaming down her cheeks. Adrenaline dulled the pain in her ankle, pushing her faster. She had to make it back to the trail.

Then a rush of dizziness hit, and she tripped, slamming to the dirt. She gasped for breath and tried to push back up, but the ground spun in mad circles beneath her, making it impossible for her to balance on her only useful leg. She crumpled to the ground, digging her fingers into the dirt, feeling like she'd be flung off the earth at any moment. She gagged over motion sickness. What was happening?

She looked up to see a tall figure approaching, but she couldn't focus on its details.

"No!" she choked out, grabbing for her makeshift crutch. "Get back!"

Trinity sat up only to fall onto her back, helpless, staring as the figure closed in.

William's Warrior Excerpt:

In the center of the room was a tiny female no taller than five foot he imagined. She was kneeling on top of a six foot male's upper back, who was stomach-down with an arm stretched up near his shoulders, his thumb being held firmly in a thumb-lock. She had long, reddish hair pulled up into a ponytail, a few whispery strands blowing on her face from her breath. She looked up at William, and surprise was the first emotion he saw, then worry, and finally she inhaled and lust registered on her face.

"William, what the hell is going on in that room?" Troy shouted through his earpiece.

His shock quickly disappeared and he lunged toward the male on the floor and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck.

"Let him go," he ordered the female, who promptly released the man's hand and stood up, looking rather sheepish but also defiant.

William hauled the man up to his feet, but didn't release the grip he had on the back of his neck. Red-hot anger flowed through his veins, but he had no idea why. This was a simple situation that could be quickly resolved.

"What's going on?" He raised his voice over the music to be heard. It was then he noticed the female was wearing a DH uniform, which meant she had to be the room's attendant. He pressed the button just inside his sleeve. "Looks like our little waitress has it under control, but you might want to come down."

He heard a replied curse from Troy and knew he was on his way. The room remained silent; no one seemed to want to speak. The tiny waitress looked up at him, tears shimmering in her eyes. He received an emotional blow to his chest. A low, pissed off growl escaped his mouth. The male had upset her in some way, and he and his dragon didn't like that one bit.

With a deep inhale, he realized why he felt so angry. He had found his mate. By the goddess, she looked too small to handle a man like him. She looked petite enough to be human, but breathing in her scent again, he knew she was a dragon shifter. The size difference between them was huge. She only came up to his chest. He imagined if his hands rested on her narrow waist that they would cover it entirely. She'd held her own though. By the scent of the male in his hands he was a wolf shifter. His little dragon shifter mate had taken a male wolf shifter down. If she could take down this wolf, he imagined she would be able to handle him.