Shifters Day!


Wow! First again! (Don’t get used to this – I’m seldom early for things lately. LOL) 😉

Today is shifter day. As you might know, I’ve written all kinds of shifters – werewolves, werebears, werecougars, werepanthers, etc, and I’ve devoted a number of books to dragons who can shapeshift into people (and vice versa, of course) in my Dragon Knights series. But I think, for today, I’m going to concentrate on a book that is the first in a planned trilogy, called CAT’S CRADLE. That’s right. Big cat shifters. Rawr!

While these books are an off-shoot of my larger paranormal world, in the String of Fate trilogy, we’re going to explore the society of the big cat shifters – the tigers, the panthers, lions and a few others. Their social structure goes back to the Renaissance, when they decided to divide themselves into clans ruled by hereditary kings and queens given titles like the Tig-Ra and the Pantera Nyx. Cool, huh? There’s a lot more explanation in the books themselves, of course.

So here’s a little taste of CAT’S CRADLE:

String of Fate, Book 1

As bad days go, this one qualifies as one for the books. Elaine knew being late for her jiu jitsu class could earn her a reprimand from her sensei. But the sensei’s not there. And suddenly, neither is her car. Even walking home becomes problematic when she stumbles onto things that most definitely do go bump in the night. One of whom is too handsome for his own good — and too sexy for hers.

An Alpha Pantera Noir — black panther shifter — Cade operates on his immense skill, superior strength, and dominant personality. There’s something about this small spitfire of a human woman that threatens to bring him to his knees. She blundered into the middle of his mission to transport his queen to safety, and now it’s his responsibility to keep Elaine safe as well. Except no matter what he does, danger finds her at every turn.

Thrust into a world where the supernatural is commonplace, Elaine finds her considerable martial arts skill tested to the limit-and her ability to resist Cade crumbling by the second. But when nothing is as it seems, the last things she can trust are her own instincts…


When Cade’s phone rang he knew instantly something was very wrong. The ring was that of a strange number, and he’d only given his card to one stranger in recent weeks.

Elaine was in trouble.

Cade’s heart raced into fight mode as he touched the switch on his receiver. He liked using the wireless earpiece, except when he was expecting a fight. Then it would get in the way.

“Are you all right?”

“Cade! The fireman came back and set fire to my apartment. He was waiting for me at the bottom of the fire escape.” She was sobbing for breath, trying to keep her voice down, but Cade could hear her feet pounding the pavement in the background. He realized she was running for her life. He ran for the door, keys already in hand.

“Where are you?”

“I’m just passing Pine Avenue. I got lucky and knocked him out, but I don’t know for how long.”

“What street are you on?” Cade was already on his motorcycle, pulling out into traffic.

“Pullman. I’m heading north.”

“I’m close. I’ll meet you coming down. Stay on Pullman if you can and keep the phone connection open. Don’t talk. Conserve your energy. I’ll be there in two minutes. Look for a motorcycle. You’ll probably hear me before you see me.”

Precious moments sped away as his wheels turned, bringing him closer. He’d resisted every temptation to call her or go by her apartment, just to see her face again. He’d held strong, but fate seemed to have other ideas.

“I hear a motorcycle.” Her feet continued to run, though he could hear her pace slowing as she tired.

“That’s me. Hang on, baby. I’m almost there.”

He saw her a moment later jogging down the road, her tabby cat pacing along beside her. Chuck was a trooper; there was no doubt about that. Cade pulled up beside her, angling the bike so she could get on. He wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms and assure himself she was okay, but time was against them. At any moment, their enemies might find them, and he had to get her to safety. The scent of smoke clinging to her clothing brought home the danger she’d been in.

“Hop on.” He scooted forward to make room for her on the narrow seat.

“What about Chuck?” Elaine slung her knapsack across her shoulders, securing it to her back.

“No problem. He can ride on my lap.” Cade patted his leg and the tabby cat jumped up. “Put your arms around my waist and cup your hands around Chuck. It’s not the safest thing in the world, but it’ll have to do.”

Elaine followed his instructions without argument, and he revved the motorcycle into motion seconds later. The cat was effectively in his crotch, which didn’t make for the most comfortable ride, but Elaine’s fingers weren’t too far away either. The thought of how close he was to feeling her cupping him instead of the cat had him breathing hard as he negotiated turns and watched his mirrors for signs of pursuit.

Cade tried not to think about her touch as he maneuvered the bike through the city streets. He was taking a circuitous route to a safe house they kept prepared for any contingency.

When he was certain they weren’t being followed, he took them into an alley behind a row of houses. There was a matching row of garages in back, and he pulled in to one, latching the door shut behind them.

This location in particular had a feature he would take full advantage of this night. There was a secret entrance from the garage to the basement of the house. But first things first.

Cade let the traumatized cat off his lap. Chuck bounded down, away from the bike, heading for a dark corner to curl up in. Elaine climbed off next, and Cade wasn’t far behind.

He pulled her into his arms for a hard embrace, allowing the emotion he’d felt over the past minutes to spill over. He rocked her in his arms, thanking the goddess over and over in his mind and in his heart for keeping Elaine alive long enough to call for help.

“God, baby, you gave me a scare.” Cade looked down into her eyes, cupping her cheeks in his hands.

“I was so frightened, Cade. Thanks for coming to get me.”

“I’ll always come for you, El. No matter what.”

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I have a shifter series called Seeds of Dawn. It’ll be a seven book series. The first four are out and book five is almost done. Book six is actually an extra to the series that is about finished as well. You can find them on my website under series. 🙂

Here is the series blub:

Centuries ago shifters were created to become guardians against the evils of the world. One fateful day a discarded vessel changed the very balance of the guardian’s existence. Evil is brought fourth and sides are chosen.

Fast forward to present day and the threat is back. Evil is once again filtering into the shifters world. It will take a pack descendent from teh original guardians to stand up and face the horror invading them. They must take a stand for something that has been forgotten over the years. They are about to get a very brutal reminder that could pull their world apart.

The Master Pack is in for a battle, but love may help them along the way as they fight for survival.

Book One: Dreams

Book one in The Seeds of Dawn Series

Anabella’s dreams bring her to David, but is he the salvation she’s looking for?

Anabella Pouge is plagued with powers she can’t control, making her life far from normal when all she wants is ordinary. Change is coming her way when she must flee with a man straight out of her dreams.

David Sanders is sent to find Anabella. Without her, the future of his wolf pack is in danger. Forced to travel to the middle of nowhere, David finds Anabella might mean more than just his pack’s survival.

Will the two make it back to the pack in time? Can Anabella and David accept each other and the coming changes to their lives?

Reader Advisory: This story has been previously released as part of the Over the Moon anthology by Total-E-Bound

Excerpt From: Dreams

David Sanders sat in the diner in the podunk town of Robinsville, ready to give up. His alpha had sent him to this rat hole of a town to find Anabella Pouge and bring her back to the pack. When Russell Masters gave an order, you followed it or risked the consequences.

Finding Anabella was like searching for a needle in a haystack. No one in town knew anything about her, and when he showed her picture, he caught a vague sense of recognition but nothing firm. He didn’t know if his being a stranger factored into their response and if the town was circling the wagons to protect their own, or if they really didn’t know anything about the woman.

David had been in town three days, and he knew he would have to call Russ this morning to inform him of his failure. He’d never let his alpha down before, and being the bearer of bad news left a bad taste in his mouth. Hopefully, Russ would tell him to come home, but David feared that would not be the case.

He couldn’t stay in the town much longer. The urge to change to his wolf form rolled over him constantly, but David didn’t want to risk transforming in this unfamiliar place. Frustration at his failure made the urge stronger, and each day he struggled more with the wolf within.

Where the hell could she be?

David waved the waitress over for a cup a coffee. He pulled his phone from his pocket to call Russ, then he caught a scent in the air—a new fragrance, fresh and musky all at once. It smelled like home and set off a hunger he’d never felt before. He turned, trying to locate the source of the essence.

Then he spotted her, and his body went on high alert.

The woman made his heart stop. Beautiful didn’t even begin to describe her. The goddess—all curvy and lush—caused his libido to go haywire, making his cock swell and throb. Usually lust didn’t hit him this hard or fast. It had to be the heavenly aroma coming from the woman. She looked to be close to six feet with long, flowing red hair. He wanted to tangle his hands in it and pull her to him for a kiss. He tried to shake it off, but the urge became stronger, almost like a spell compelling him to go to her.

When she turned around, their eyes locked. He could easily drown in their liquid, green depths. She blinked, and the spell shattered until her tongue darted out to lick her luscious, red lips. He felt his cock swell even more.

Her face turned a beautiful shade of rose. David wondered if she could see the tent his dick created in his pants from looking at her. He got up from his table and took a step forward then hesitated when he noticed her backing away. She slipped out of the diner, but David’s eyes never left her.

It appeared he’d found Anabella Pouge.

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I’ve had a love affair with shifter stories for a long time. There’s something inherently sexy about them. My Savage Australia series features (so far) an Irish werewolf, a Tasmanian Tiger shapeshifter and a Dire Wolf shifter (there’s more to come in the third Savage book, including a shapeshifting kangaroo and a shapeshifting dingo – yep, you read that correctly). This is a snippet from Savage Retribution, the first book in the Savage Australia series.

An animal rights activist is about to get a crash course in werewolves. One she may not survive.

Lone Irish werewolf Declan O’Connell has lost everything—his family, his clan, even his freedom—to his arch-rival, Nathan Epoc. The head of an underground werewolf clan and a brilliant scientist, Epoc plans to use Declan to create a super-wolf, a creature capable of shifting the balance of power in the lycanthrope world. But Epoc’s plans are about to be thwarted.

Regan Thomas, a determined animal rights activist, rescues what she thinks is an ordinary wolf from his notorious animal testing facility in Sydney, Australia. She gets more than she bargained for when the wolf turns into an extremely hunky, extremely naked man who immediately drags her into a world where the clash between two opposing werewolf clans could spell the end of humankind.

Declan has survived without a clan for more years than he cares to remember, but sexy Regan stirs up all his fierce, alpha-wolf instincts. Now Declan has one last chance at revenge. But can he keep Regan alive, and resist the overwhelming attraction between them, long enough to stop Epoc?

Summer in Australia has never been this hot… or this dangerous.

Product Warnings: Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, graphic violence, violent sex, high-speed car-chases, wild werewolf action and Australian sarcasm.


Regan’s heart hammered.

The wolf lay on its side, taking up most of her old sofa, its eyes closed, its rib cage rising and falling with rapid, shallow breaths. Dry blood smattered the grey fur on its neck, cracked and thick like black mud. The cushions of her sofa bowed and compressed under the animal’s massive bulk and, as she had in the lab, Regan wondered what species it was. None she was familiar with.

How can that be?

She frowned. She was at least passingly familiar with just about every species in existence—she had to be in her line of work. How could she not—

The wolf whined again, softer, weaker, and Regan’s puzzlement vanished.

In a heartbeat she crossed the room and crouched by the wounded animal, skimming her hands over its body. A wave of awe rolled through the cold worry knotted in her chest. It was unwell. Its limbs trembled and each breath seemed weaker than the last, yet its feral strength was undeniable. She’d thought it a creature of primitive power back in Epoc’s lab but now, here in her room with its corded muscles under her examining fingers, its mana seemed almost tangible. “What genus are you, my friend?” she whispered, running her hands over steely quadriceps much bigger and longer than any wolf species she knew. Quadriceps turned to femur, femur to pelvic bone.

Regan frowned, confusion squirming in her gut. The animal’s pelvis felt wrong, like some sick bastard with a Doctor Moreau complex had taken to it with a bone grinder in an attempt to reshape it into a human hipbone. “What have they been doing to you, mate?” she murmured, tracing the distorted bone. “My God, how can you even walk?”

She moved her hands up the wolf’s spine, counting vertebrae, looking for wounds or injuries. Curiosity ate at her concern. Where had the creature come from? Wolves were not native to Australia and as far as she knew, the only ones in the country were those housed in zoos and animal enclosures. For this lone wolf to be in Epoc’s lab…?

Imported illegally, perhaps?

But from where?

Her seeking fingers slid through a patch of wet fur low on the wolf’s rib cage and Regan stilled her investigation. She parted the animal’s dense coat, looking for… “There it is.”

Fresh blood, bright red and warm on her fingers, seeped from a ragged hole puncturing the wolf’s side. Regan prodded the surrounding flesh gently, worrying the bullet may be embedded in bone beneath. She’d have to get the animal to Rick. Whether the bullet was there or not, the wound needed to be—

The wolf whined. Low. Almost human.

“I’m sorry, mate,” Regan soothed, removing her fingers from its rib cage. Chewing on her bottom lip, she smoothed her palms over its scapular and down first one foreleg and then the other. Both rippled with muscle and once again, uneasy wonderment wriggled in Regan’s stomach. The humerus seemed too close to human in structure to be possible. She ran her hands over it and it seemed to shift. Grow longer. Straighter.

Regan scrubbed the back of her hand against her eyes. She must be sleep deprived. Bones didn’t change structure. With a slight shake of her head, she went back to her examination. As soon as she was convinced the animal could be moved, she’d call Rick. He’d give his left nut to help her out, any excuse to try and impress her into his bed. But quite frankly, she had no hope of moving the animal herself, even if it would fit in her car.

Another whine whispered on the air, so soft Regan almost missed it. “Not much longer, my mysterious friend,” she whispered, letting her hands settle on the wolf’s rib cage again, careful to avoid its wound. Its coat felt like fine velvet under her palms and for a dreamlike moment, she felt like pressing her face to the animal’s side. She leant forward, sliding her hands to its shoulder joint in search of wounds unseen and her bare nipples brushed against the wolf’s chest, flesh to fur. Soft. Cool. So much more than she’d expected. So much more than any animal species she knew.

What type of wolf are you?

She returned her attention to the wolf’s body. With the exception of the bullet wound, it seemed physically uninjured, but who knew what Epoc’s scientists had been doing to it. She smoothed her hands over the silken fur, a distant more detached part of her mind admiring the wolf’s superb biomechanical construct. It was a creature evolved for one purpose only—to kill—yet its beauty was undeniable. Strength, menace and deadly purpose all combined in the majestic somehow romantic form of—

The thigh muscle below her palm shifted, elongated, and Regan stumbled backward, landing flat on her bare butt with an ignominious thud. She stared at the massive, powerful and utterly lupine form. Watched it contort. Shudder.

The dense fur rippled, each strand seemingly alive with its own energy. The back legs grew long, straight. Thick, corded thigh muscles formed on bones no longer short and crooked. “What the…” Regan’s stunned whisper barely left her lips.

Another shudder wracked the wolf’s contorting form. Another. And another. Its fur grew thin, retracting into the flesh beneath, disappearing with each violent convulsion until its coat no longer existed and instead…

Regan’s heart froze and she stared at the naked man laying full-length on her sofa.

The naked, trembling, gasping man laying full-length on her sofa.

Looking at her.

“What the hell?”

The man’s eyes—the angry color of a stormy winter’s sky—flicked over her face. Like oiled smoke, he was on his feet, hard, lean body coiling, pale flesh glistening with a faint sheen of sweat in the sun-filled room. Regan stared at him. Speechless. Unable to move.

Shaggy ink black hair fell across his forehead, brushed straight eyebrows of the same color, cheekbones high and angular. Smooth, curved pecs cut down to a hairless torso sculpted in muscle. Nothing detracted from the perfection of his body, not even the mean scar slashing his pale skin from navel to groin. Regan traced the ragged white line with her eye, her stomach clenching as it disappeared into a thick thatch of black pubic hair just above—

Oh, my God! He’s huge!

A sharp intake of breath jerked her gaze back up to his face, in time to see nostrils flaring on a nose almost too long, almost too large. Those stormy eyes held hers. Kept her naked ass on the carpet. Frozen.


The word flittered through her head, disconnected and surreal and with it came a tight throb, low in the pit of her stomach. A clenching, warm beat between her thighs.

Damn, Woman! Have you lost your mind?

She sucked in her own swift breath, tasting his sweat on the air. “Who…” She began.

Those grey eyes flickered. Grew wild. Dangerous. “You’re in a lotta trouble, love,” he growled, a soft brogue lacing the foreboding words seconds before every muscle in his perfect body coiled and he leapt.

At her.

He slammed into her, flattening her to the floor. Back, shoulders, skull. Bright pain spiked through her head, cold and hot at the same time, and she cried out. Strong, long-fingered hands clamped around her wrists, pinning them to the floor beside her head with a grip so fierce her brother would have been jealous. Regan squealed, glaring up into grey, burning eyes. “Get off me, you bastard!” She bucked—all too aware of the muscled body pressed to hers. The naked body.

Fair Dinkum, Woman! Only seconds earlier he was a wolf! Wake up!

A hot breath feathered her face, ruffled her hair and she bucked again. This was no dream. He was no dream. “Get off me, you freak!”

Grey eyes flashed, all the more intense for the thick, black lashes framing them. “I’m no freak, lady.”

The words flowed from well-defined lips, the soft Irish accent she’d heard earlier cut with anger. Long, corded legs battled hers, pinned them to the floor with a brutal strength. His knees shoved at hers, spreading her thighs wide until her lower body was completely trapped by his.

A rock-hard pressure nudged at the soft lips of her sex and Regan sucked in a sharp breath. Oh no, he was aroused!

Aren’t you?

Hot, terrified shame tore through her. Yes. She was. “Get off me!” she screamed, thrashing underneath him in desperate fury. “Get off me! Get off me! Get off me!”

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I spoke about my love of shifters on paranormal day so it’s no surprise that I’m here again. 🙂 Today I’m sharing some of Quinn.

Coming home was never going to be easy for Rowan Wilder, but after six years she didn’t think it would be this hard. First she can’t control her inner coyote, then she has to deal with her mate and the madman out to get them both. Determined to take her rightful place in the pack, Rowan must face each hurdle and succeed. To fail could mean losing her life.

Quinn MacClellan is more than ready for the return of his mate and he’ll do anything to keep her safe and by his side. He couldn’t protect her years ago, but things are different now and he won’t let anything or anyone separate them again. Together they’ll confront all obstacles and ensure the future they both deserve.


Quinn admired the way Rowan continued to face the challenges before her. He knew once she made herself known to the pack there would be more trouble. The council would want to know where she’d been and why she now wanted to return but they were the least of his concerns. She could handle the council and the rest of the pack for that matter, but he didn’t know how she’d deal with facing Marcus after all these years.

Just thinking of him and what he’d done to Rowan had Quinn ready to kill. To rip the bastard to pieces.

He wished he and Brogan had been able to convince the council the man shouldn’t be allowed to stay in the pack after they’d removed the senior Connelly, but until he did something worthy of exile they were stuck with him and all the problems he caused. If only Brogan had been sovereign at the time of Rowan’s attack, it would have been easy to persuade the council then. They’d just have to be careful because if Quinn knew one thing it was that Marcus would do his best to stir up more trouble.

For now he’d concentrate on helping Rowan gain enough control to be comfortable with returning home. She might be on the mountain but this wasn’t home. It was a safe harbor that could only last for so long. Anyone could discover she was back if they were in the forest for long. They needed to finish this so she could finally return to where she belonged. Judging by the speed with which she just shifted, it wouldn’t be long before she’d be ready.

The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees surrounding the cabin, the dappled rays bouncing off the snow and sparkling in the puddles the warmth of the day had made. They’d been out here practicing for over two hours, Rowan shifting between coyote and human with ease now. As far as Quinn was concerned there was just one test left. They had to know if she could control the shift with him in close proximity because he had every intention of being by her side every minute of every day.

No time like the present to test her but they needed to be inside before he pushed. As much as he didn’t think they were in any danger, he wanted them both safely locked indoors in case Rowan couldn’t control the shift. He wouldn’t think about his own control. The hard-on in his pants was a constant, one he’d managed to ignore for the most part. Tonight things would change. Once the sun went down he’d have her where he wanted her, under him.

He’d let her lead today, followed and allowed her to do things her way but now it was his turn. They both needed to know that she could control her coyote in any situation and seeing how he was responsible for three uncontrolled changes it would be a good test of her strength. The only problem was he was tested just as much with each minute he spent near her. Every second he didn’t claim her, his body strained against his will to give her what she wanted and not take what he craved.

Rowan moved with a sensuality that had Quinn’s insides humming. Each stretch of muscle, shift of skin to fur and back again, every smile she offered when she changed form with ease, had his coyote pulling to be let free. His nerves, as well as his control, were stretched tight. He wouldn’t last much longer without having her. It was a good thing he wouldn’t have to. If she shifted when she came tonight he’d change and claim her coyote.

Tonight would be the end of this torture he was enduring. Rowan wasn’t fairing much better. He knew by the way she looked at him her arousal was high. He didn’t need the taut nipples showing through her tank top or the way her breath hitched and she licked her lips when he caught her looking at him as confirmation. The flush on her cheeks wasn’t just from exertion either. He might not be able to see because of the shirt she wore but he’d bet anything her breasts glowed with the same rosy hue as her cheeks.

Aching with need, his cock throbbed in his pants. Eager to see Rowan’s flushed skin beneath him, Quinn jumped to his feet and stalked toward her. She froze in place, wide eyed as she watched him approach. Her sharp intake of air and labored breathing told him she knew his intentions. He stopped two feet away, afraid to get any closer for fear he’d take her here and now.

“Enough for today,” he growled, his voice gravelly with the lust riding his back. “We’re moving inside. It’s time to take this one step further.”

Rowan’s eyes widened farther and her nostrils flared as she sucked in a breath. With only a nod, she stepped around him and raced toward the house. Quinn closed his eyes and took a deep breath, giving her time to lock him out if she wanted. He knew she wouldn’t but he’d give her that option anyway. It also gave him a moment to regain control of the beast currently howling to take what was his. If they came together right now he wouldn’t be gentle and he wanted their first time after so long to be about their love, not their animal need to mate.

He sighed. Was there even a difference? He didn’t know if he could separate the two but he’d be damned if he’d take her like an animal this first time.

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We hope you’ve enjoyed our Shifters Day. We’d love to hear what you think about shifters (which is your favorite?) so leave us a comment. Plus someone will win a download of one of our featured shifter books. 🙂

28 Responses to “Shifters Day!”

  1. Robin Smith Says:

    I absolutely love shifters haven’t met one I haven’t liked except for M/M or F/F stories which aren’t my cup of tea sorry. Bianca I have followed your dragon knights since I discovered the ice dragon. I haven’t had the pleasure of reading the other ladies but I wanna just not enough monies for all those shifters I want to get to know.

  2. stacey7smith Says:

    Werewolves is still my favorite but love all the other two.just that wolves have been one of my favorite animals sense I was a teenager or maybe longer.Love Shifter books!

  3. PaParanormalFan Says:

    Hello Ladies,
    As I read through each Genre Day, I am amazed at just how many books I have purchased from all of the Ladies of International Heat. Oh believe me, I’m not complaining, that just shows the amount of Incredibly Talented Authors in one place. 🙂

    I just LOVE Shifter Books, Paranormal Romance is my Favorite Genre (but I suppose you figured that out by my name lol). It’s an added plus if the Shifter book is also a Menage & even an extra bonus if there’s some ManLove
    goin’ on. 😉 I know, I’m always sooo Naughty! 😉


    It is so difficult to just pick one

    • PaParanormalFan Says:

      ……I wasn’t done typing & it posted, that was weird… I was saying, it’s very difficult to pick just onr favorite shifter since this is my favorite Genre, I Love them all; Werewolves, various shape-shifting creatures, Dragons, Meremen, etc…& read as many Erotic Shifter books as my credit card can hold.

      Thank you Ladies for another Fantastic Day of GenrrTX

      • PaParanormalFan Says:

        ….wow it happened to me again….sorry Ladies but it keeps posting my comment before I’m finished writing…..Thank you Ladies for another Great Genre Day & for all your Fantastic Books you write for Us.

        Take Care Ladies & Stay Naughty,
        PaParanormalFan (Renee’)

  4. Ladies, I have read all of these stories and loved them all. 🙂


  5. I do love a good shifter book. I realized it’s been a while since i read one. So many good samples here today. I need to pick out a couple. Love the excerpts. It’s pretty nice to be able to come here and about so many books and their excerpts.

    Lisa B

  6. I’m so excited for Shifter Day! I love shifter stories. I don’t know that I could pick which group is my favorite but I do like big cats and wolves, and the unique ones (like kangaroos – hello! how cool!) are fun to read, too. I haven’t read any of the books mentioned but I’m adding like mad to my TBR! Another great day with great excerpts!

  7. I discovered shifter stories about a year ago and fell in love with wolves. I haven’t read any others yet, but I have a few on my kindle waiting for me. The first one I read was free read from Amazon by Autum Dawn from the Darkland series. I was hooked. I still have so many more to shifters to discover. I am hearing alots about dragons..I think that will be my next one.

    bournmelissa AT hotmail DOT com

  8. reginamayross Says:

    I love all shifters 🙂

  9. I love all shifters. If the story is right it doesnt matter what animal they are. I have not read any of the books featured but they are now on the top of my shifter list.

  10. Shifter Romance is my favorite genre. I love it. Give me a hot, sexy shifter any day of the week. Yummy! Thanks for the great excerpts they are all added to my tbb list!

  11. I love shifters! I think my favs are the cats or bears…there aren’t enough bear shifters out there. I love to get into a series about shifter families, tribes, clans, whatever cause I like to get snippets of couples from previous books.

  12. Ah, shifters 🙂 I’ve read almost all of those, and mmm… 🙂 Favorites? I think it’s still the wolves and big cats, but I’m open 😉

  13. I like shifters a lot. I loved it when they first started appearing more often. 😉

  14. YAY, shifters! I LOVE shifter stories…Lexxie, I’m going out to Amazon right now to purchase your Savage Australia series. i can’t resist…and will look forward to book 3. A shapeshifting kangaroo….really? Huh….this I GOTTA read! 🙂

    barbbattaglia @

  15. Katherine Says:

    A good shifter story makes me happy. I like some snark, humour and hot sexy times. I don’t think I can choose my favourite shifter: wolves, big cats – they are all so yummy. Shelly Laurenston made me realize Bear shifters can be hot too. I definitely like my shifters to be large, alpha types.

  16. Wolf shifters are my favorite with big cat shifters coming in a close second. I love wolf shifters because they are so Alpha. I prefer heroes who are rough around the edges. I love wolf shifters for their loyalty to the pack/family and their protectiveness of their mate(s). That high body temperature comes in handy too. 😉

  17. I love all shifters! But I guess if I had to pick a fave, it would probably be the big cats (Jaguar, Panther, etc). But I do love Wolves, Bears, and other, unique shifters too.
    Every shifter story I have read the characters are very protective and loyal, both to their packs/families/friends and to their mate(s). I don’t think I have read a shifter story that I did not enjoy, whether m/f, m/f/m, m/m, m/m/f, etc. Love ’em all!

  18. I love shifters. I usually go for wolves, panthers, and jaguars. I am looking for a good dragon shifter to read. I love how wolves travel in packs so it’s like getting a whole family.

  19. caitymack Says:

    Oh man, I love me some shifters, lol. Hard to pick just one favorite, though it was the wolves that get me hooked first, so they probably edge out the big cats just a wee bit. Melding human characteristics with animal instincts can be so wildly imaginative, and just sucks me in every time.

  20. JoAnna B Says:

    I love shifers. My favortie would be big cat shifters. Not sure why I like them but I do.

  21. I love almost any shifter, but I think I am probably partial to wolf shifters, but just a little. Thanks for the excerpts and information.

  22. LOVE me some shifters!! ❤ I am partial to wolves but will enjoy just about any shifter story.
    I have enjoyed all of Bianca's Dragon books and her Were books. Look forward to her new cat books 🙂
    Ladies, so many new to me books to look for and enjoy, thank you!!!

  23. love all types of shifters. wolves, cats, dragons and even a snake one I read lol. How did I miss B’s book. I’ve read most of her but need to add that one. Lexxie’s savage book rocked. Might have to do a reread. The other two are new to me But their books sounds fantastic to me.
    scrtsbpal at yahoo dot com

  24. Julianne Says:

    Reading about shifters is one of my favorite things to read about. There’s something sexy about a hunky man who can turn into a wolf or a cougar or dragon. I guess it’s the fascination with him becoming something different that draws me. All the books pictured today have some totally awesome covers.

  25. Shifters are my favorite stories to read. Each shifter is different, unique. I love the complex dynamics of each character. I really like the ones with an alpha wolf getting together with a cat shifter. Thoses are so much fun to read! 🙂

  26. susanhow Says:

    How to decide when I want them ALL!! I am an unrepentent book addict and will try to find a way to get all of these great stories.
    Congratulations to you authors who make our days more interesting, take us away from our everyday lives and give us so much more!

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