Erotic Romance Author Cassidy McKay

Protect and Serve: Shifting Forces

Available now at Changeling Press!

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~ Sometimes, the only way to have it all is by Shifting Forces

(M/M/F erotic urban fantasy/suspense/menage)


Aurora Monroe has detailed plans for her life -- and not one of them includes being barefoot, pregnant and under the thumbs of two decidedly alpha males. But what's a girl to do when she has two sexy shifters both trying to claim mating rights?

When two paranormals on opposite sides of the war save an injured human, they unintentionally mark her as their wife. Bonded by blood, fire and passion, the gryphon and phoenix shifters do everything they can to keep their new human mate safe.

Getting her to go along with the plan is a different matter. She has no intention of following their orders. Found in defiance of both human laws and paranormal traditions, the battle for their rights turns into a fight for their lives.

Sex between a human and her two shifters can be spectacular, but is it worth risking everything for a chance at forever?

Excerpt:

"Leave me alone! I haven't done anything wrong!" The redhead struggles against one of the officers, landing a solid whack on his neck where the protective gear didn't protect. My smile fights to break free-the girl's a fighter, all right.

"Submit willingly, Miss, and you'll just be charged with disorderly conduct." The young cop doesn't look old enough to have graduated high school, let alone wear a badge. He can't seem to decide between juggling his shield, going on to a more willing arrestee, or grabbing his cuffs and taking his chances against the wildcat. My bet is on the girl.

"Disorderly conduct, my ass! I'm exercising my right to free speech. You have no right to arrest me for speaking my mind. I didn't call this gathering, and I'm not going to jail!"

Oops. Wrong thing to say to a cop, youngster or not. The officer drops his shield, whips out his cuffs and grabs the girl in an impressive display of defensive tactics. He has her cuffed in no time flat.

Freedom of speech only applies when you're saying what they want to hear. Outright support for paranormals definitely puts you on the wrong side of popular opinion, and usually gets your ass thrown in jail on a trumped-up charge, with an obscenely long wait for a court date. Been there, done that.

Guess the redhead has bigger balls than brains. Pity, I could have done something with that girl's fire and those cuffs...oh yeah, she had definite bedroom possibilities.

I continue down the street, willing my growing erection back down to a simmer. The area's getting a little too crowded with all the 'normals' forcing their opinions on everyone.

My gut clenches into a tight fist of need when I glance back. The girl searches in my direction, as if looking for a savior. That's not me anymore. I hung up my badge a long time ago. I'm nobody's hero.

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The rogue paras quickly take advantage of the police distraction, surging from the shadows to overwhelm the crowd of humans in a bloody free-for-all. Screams of terror, shouts of command and a chorus of confusion are punctuated by the sharp staccato of gunshots in an all-too familiar refrain of horror.

I hear the distinctive scratchy radios of the military echoing off the buildings in the square before their camouflage personnel trucks rumble into view. They hop out of the back of their trucks and line up like good little boys and girls; ready to follow the government's every decree. Orders like 'take no prisoners.' They're not very discriminatory as to targets when they get called in by the locals. If it moves, it gets a bullet. Whether the recipient is 'para' or 'normal', the military either can't tell or doesn't want to.

The rich, coppery scent of fresh blood whips by in the zephyr of wind, racing the frightening edge of apprehension chasing down my spine. Get the fuck out of here! What are you waiting for, Christmas?

Something else blows in the wind, too, breaking through my shell of antipathy with a sledge hammer of need. Yes! That's it. That's what has been drawing me since I came here.

In between the rogues and the military, a small knot of police and civilians huddle near the stairs on the edge of the square, surrounding themselves with their ineffective riot shields. The cops look back and forth between the two enemies and the reinforced government building too far away.

Fools! They'll never make it!

Heat rushes under my skin as I stand in the middle of the street, staring at the doomed group. The auburn hair of the woman shines like a beacon in between a gap of the scarred plastic shields. Inhaling as a frigid blast of wind brings in the storm, her scent envelopes me like a warm blanket of need.

Bullets rip past me and smack the wall like bugs on a windshield, unnoticed. I let the unexpected feelings surround me, settle in and fill the empty places in my soul. It's her. It's the girl. My cock rises in my jeans, constricted by the tight denim. Washed with unreasonable lust, I shake my head, forcing the desire back.

"No way. Not her, not now." I fight against my conscience, my innate sense of order battling with the instinct of my kind. I have nothing to offer her, no way to win against the hoard of rogues paras determined to kill the humans, or the military teams determined to kill everyone.

I hate to fight.

Against my will, I feel the fiery burn as my clothes drop away. The rush of adrenaline flows through me-scintillating, arousing, and powerful. My bones shift, transforming arms into wings, flesh into fire, and common sense into passionate fury. Lifting into the sky with a rush--one word, one thought, one feeling--consumes me:

MINE!


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Reviews:



Protect and Serve: Shifting Forces is fun, sexy and surprisingly action packed.LAS Erotic Romance Reviews -- 4 stars!
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