A shy waitress and an ancient shapeshifting assassin with a bounty on his head…
A match made in heaven?
The big secret is out. My next door neighbor, my best friend, my coworkers…they’re all shifters. And my boss? I don’t know what he is, but he’s not human like me.
I was never supposed to find out about their hidden society either. It was supposed to be a simple favor. Instead of helping out the hot, mysterious bouncer at my bar, I narrowly escaped death at the hands of a psycho shifter and inadvertently rescued Ilan’s nephew.
And my obsession with Ilan all these years? It wasn’t just me with a forbidden silly crush on a guy completely out of my league. The gods have marked me as Ilan’s mate. The problem is, he doesn’t think a curvy and boring human can handle the darkness of his world. He’d rather protect me.
Well, Ilan got his wish. With a murdering shifter hunting me, I need all the protection I can get.
The things a girl has to do to get a guy’s attention these days…
- ISBN e-book = 978-1-953075-51-2
- ASIN e-book = B0BDB7R9SL
- Series = Agents of Shifter Affairs
- # in Series = 2
- Publisher = Cherokee House Publishing
- Author = Dana Archer
- Genre = Paranormal Suspense Romance (Fiction)
- Closed-door version of Claimed by Nancy Corrigan
An arm hooks around my waist and yanks me against a solid chest. I scream. My cry’s cut off with a large palm over my mouth.
The scent of pine and man surrounds me.
He’s the wolf. He’s the one who killed that lion. He’s the one who saved us.
He’s also not human.
Ilan crowds me against the side of the car and brushes his cheek against mine before pressing his lips to my ear. “If you want to live, Sara, you won’t tell anyone what you witnessed tonight."
Sara’s voice trembles, and the stench of her fear thickens the air around us. I want to cradle her against my chest and tell her everything’s going to be okay. I’d be lying if I did. I need to get away from this human. That’s the only thing that’ll save us both.
No freakin’ chance of that happening. Not now.
Stepping back, I give her plenty of space and hold out my hand. “Give me your keys.”
“Oh my.” Sara’s gray eyes turn into saucers. She drags her gaze over my naked body, lingering on my flaccid dick, before focusing on my face. She inhales sharply. “You’re naked.”
Shifting had that unfortunate consequence. I can’t even put my clothes back on. They’re in a tattered pile near the side of my house, along with my sunglasses. I need them around humans. People tend to freak when they see my eyes, but Sara’s not screaming at the sight of my inhuman eyes. It is dark out, though. Maybe she hasn’t noticed them. She is only human with all the frailties that come with it. Poor nighttime vision is one of them.
“Yep. I like to dance naked under the light of the moon.” I wiggle my fingers. “Now give me your keys.”