Showing posts with label Solo Shift series. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Solo Shift series. Show all posts
Lone Stallion by Nicole Lake
Title: Lone Stallion
Series: Solo Shift #3
Author: Nicole Lake
Genre: Shifter Romance
Release Date: June 20, 2017
Blurb
Katie:
Baseball
players break your heart. They are designed to break your heart. Especially
baseball players like Jacob Baird. Just drafted, just signed, just started in
the minor leagues. And he works like a horse out on the ball field, although
the rumor mill says that’s not the only reason they call him Horse.
I don’t
date ballplayers because 1, they break your heart, 2, my dad’s the club owner
and that would be awkward, and 3,
good luck trying to explain my falcon to a potential boyfriend, ballplayer or
not.
But why is
my falcon so jealous over this guy?
Jacob:
OK, so I
fell for the Falcons welcome-aboard prank: let the new guy hit on the hot
brunette before he finds out she’s the boss’s daughter. Off-limits? Fine, I’ve
got no problem playing the field.
But why is
my stallion set on playing Katie instead of the field?
_____________
_____________
Imagine
yourself as a shifter alone in a world that doesn't know shifting exists.
This is the
Solo Shift world: no packs, no guidance, no mates, and no prospects until
chance, luck, trust, and love all intervene.
What can
you expect from a Solo Shift book? A standalone story with lonely shifters,
shifters who don’t know they’re lonely, love scenes, and no cheating. And at
least one HEA, sometimes more!
Purchase Links
Free in Kindle Unlimited
Excerpt
Came back
with my hot dog and ate it while Baird met the fans. From where I was, it
looked like he was handling the attention well. Smiling, happy to be there,
shaking hands, signing autographs, seemed to be the approachable type. Fit in
real well with the fans. Folks in Welkerville like to see that in their players—and
Baird seemed to be delivering that. That was a good sign, and I knew Dad would
be happy to hear that. He also didn’t seem to be hitting on any of the women,
which was also a good sign.
I let the
fans have their time with him. Most of them needed to get home, and I didn’t;
besides, I was still working on my hot dog.
Once the
crowds cleared and my hot dog was gone, I came up to him, smile on my face, and
I shook his hand and welcomed him to Welkerville.
And stopped
myself from jumping his bones on the spot.
Yeah, that
surprised me too. It was like The Awkward Years all over again—hormones all
a-fire and everything.
Sure, he
had muscles. Sure, he had that glowing smile. Sure, he was big and brawny. But
so were the other guys, with the possible exception of the smile. Why were my
spidey-senses tingling—no, wait, those were my lady parts. Why were they
tingling?
Fortunately
for me, I’ve gotten a lot better at faking normal behavior since The Awkward
Years.
Also
fortunately for me, he answered by lifting a line straight out of Bull
Durham. At least, I think he did. The problem with that movie is that it
got minor-league life so right that you’re never sure if you're seeing
an intentional Bull Durham reference or just Life As Usual in The
Minors.
So I just
answered back with another stock cliche while I tried to keep my tongue in my
cheek, or at least in my mouth. While trying to remind myself what an Executive
Assistant to the Owner was supposed to do—oh, yeah, that’s right, introduce
myself.
But before
I could do that, he beamed at me again—oh my God, that smile—and asked, “Are
the stands always this full?”
Good. That was
good. He was talking baseball and the fans. I could talk about that all day
without making a fool of myself.
But then he
followed up with, “Where does everyone go after the game, anyway?”
Part of me
said this was a set-up to a pick-up line. Other parts of me—the tingling
parts—were ecstatic. Fortunately, my Executive Assistant to the Owner side
recognized this was a good time to educate Baird in Welkerville ways. “Home, mostly. Some of ‘em drive an hour or
two to get here, plus most of our fans have cows to milk or feed, or jobs to go
to in the morning. A few of ‘em hit the bars. A lot of folks hit the Taystee
Creem downtown; they’re open late.”
I patted
myself on the back. Very educational response, very responsible, very much not
an open invitation to check out that place behind the stands that’s been a
make-out spot for generations of young Welker County residents, get that image
out of your head, Katherine Joy Casey.
Also Available
Both free in Kindle Unlimited
Author Bio
Secret
shifter romance novels. Secret shifter romance novelist.
Wife of an IT geek—his words, not mine! Mother of two kids, two cats, and two dogs. Incurable romantic.
What do I want in my romance stories? Men who aren’t total asses. Women who avoid total asses—either from experience, or by being smart enough to avoid them in the first place! Men who survive just fine without a woman. Women who survive just fine without a man. Men and women smart enough to know the perils of jumping into love, and brave enough to do it anyway. And of course, a happily-ever-after!
Wife of an IT geek—his words, not mine! Mother of two kids, two cats, and two dogs. Incurable romantic.
What do I want in my romance stories? Men who aren’t total asses. Women who avoid total asses—either from experience, or by being smart enough to avoid them in the first place! Men who survive just fine without a woman. Women who survive just fine without a man. Men and women smart enough to know the perils of jumping into love, and brave enough to do it anyway. And of course, a happily-ever-after!
Author Links
Lone Stallion by Nicole Lake
Title: Lone Stallion
Series: Solo Shift #3
Author: Nicole Lake
Genre: Shifter Romance
Release Date: June 20, 2017
Blurb
Katie:
Baseball
players break your heart. They are designed to break your heart. Especially
baseball players like Jacob Baird. Just drafted, just signed, just started in
the minor leagues. And he works like a horse out on the ball field, although
the rumor mill says that’s not the only reason they call him Horse.
I don’t
date ballplayers because 1, they break your heart, 2, my dad’s the club owner
and that would be awkward, and 3,
good luck trying to explain my falcon to a potential boyfriend, ballplayer or
not.
But why is
my falcon so jealous over this guy?
Jacob:
OK, so I
fell for the Falcons welcome-aboard prank: let the new guy hit on the hot
brunette before he finds out she’s the boss’s daughter. Off-limits? Fine, I’ve
got no problem playing the field.
But why is
my stallion set on playing Katie instead of the field?
_____________
_____________
Imagine
yourself as a shifter alone in a world that doesn't know shifting exists.
This is the
Solo Shift world: no packs, no guidance, no mates, and no prospects until
chance, luck, trust, and love all intervene.
What can
you expect from a Solo Shift book? A standalone story with lonely shifters,
shifters who don’t know they’re lonely, love scenes, and no cheating. And at
least one HEA, sometimes more!
Purchase Links
Free in Kindle Unlimited
Excerpt
Came back
with my hot dog and ate it while Baird met the fans. From where I was, it
looked like he was handling the attention well. Smiling, happy to be there,
shaking hands, signing autographs, seemed to be the approachable type. Fit in
real well with the fans. Folks in Welkerville like to see that in their players—and
Baird seemed to be delivering that. That was a good sign, and I knew Dad would
be happy to hear that. He also didn’t seem to be hitting on any of the women,
which was also a good sign.
I let the
fans have their time with him. Most of them needed to get home, and I didn’t;
besides, I was still working on my hot dog.
Once the
crowds cleared and my hot dog was gone, I came up to him, smile on my face, and
I shook his hand and welcomed him to Welkerville.
And stopped
myself from jumping his bones on the spot.
Yeah, that
surprised me too. It was like The Awkward Years all over again—hormones all
a-fire and everything.
Sure, he
had muscles. Sure, he had that glowing smile. Sure, he was big and brawny. But
so were the other guys, with the possible exception of the smile. Why were my
spidey-senses tingling—no, wait, those were my lady parts. Why were they
tingling?
Fortunately
for me, I’ve gotten a lot better at faking normal behavior since The Awkward
Years.
Also
fortunately for me, he answered by lifting a line straight out of Bull
Durham. At least, I think he did. The problem with that movie is that it
got minor-league life so right that you’re never sure if you're seeing
an intentional Bull Durham reference or just Life As Usual in The
Minors.
So I just
answered back with another stock cliche while I tried to keep my tongue in my
cheek, or at least in my mouth. While trying to remind myself what an Executive
Assistant to the Owner was supposed to do—oh, yeah, that’s right, introduce
myself.
But before
I could do that, he beamed at me again—oh my God, that smile—and asked, “Are
the stands always this full?”
Good. That was
good. He was talking baseball and the fans. I could talk about that all day
without making a fool of myself.
But then he
followed up with, “Where does everyone go after the game, anyway?”
Part of me
said this was a set-up to a pick-up line. Other parts of me—the tingling
parts—were ecstatic. Fortunately, my Executive Assistant to the Owner side
recognized this was a good time to educate Baird in Welkerville ways. “Home, mostly. Some of ‘em drive an hour or
two to get here, plus most of our fans have cows to milk or feed, or jobs to go
to in the morning. A few of ‘em hit the bars. A lot of folks hit the Taystee
Creem downtown; they’re open late.”
I patted
myself on the back. Very educational response, very responsible, very much not
an open invitation to check out that place behind the stands that’s been a
make-out spot for generations of young Welker County residents, get that image
out of your head, Katherine Joy Casey.
Also Available
Both free in Kindle Unlimited
Author Bio
Secret
shifter romance novels. Secret shifter romance novelist.
Wife of an IT geek—his words, not mine! Mother of two kids, two cats, and two dogs. Incurable romantic.
What do I want in my romance stories? Men who aren’t total asses. Women who avoid total asses—either from experience, or by being smart enough to avoid them in the first place! Men who survive just fine without a woman. Women who survive just fine without a man. Men and women smart enough to know the perils of jumping into love, and brave enough to do it anyway. And of course, a happily-ever-after!
Wife of an IT geek—his words, not mine! Mother of two kids, two cats, and two dogs. Incurable romantic.
What do I want in my romance stories? Men who aren’t total asses. Women who avoid total asses—either from experience, or by being smart enough to avoid them in the first place! Men who survive just fine without a woman. Women who survive just fine without a man. Men and women smart enough to know the perils of jumping into love, and brave enough to do it anyway. And of course, a happily-ever-after!
Author Links
Lone Stallion by Nicole Lake
Title: Lone Stallion
Series: Solo Shift #3
Author: Nicole Lake
Genre: Shifter Romance
Cover Design: Sarah Hansen, Okay
Creations
Release Date: June 20, 2017
Creations
Release Date: June 20, 2017
Blurb
Katie:
Baseball
players break your heart. They are designed to break your heart. Especially
baseball players like Jacob Baird. Just drafted, just signed, just started in
the minor leagues. And he works like a horse out on the ball field, although
the rumor mill says that’s not the only reason they call him Horse.
players break your heart. They are designed to break your heart. Especially
baseball players like Jacob Baird. Just drafted, just signed, just started in
the minor leagues. And he works like a horse out on the ball field, although
the rumor mill says that’s not the only reason they call him Horse.
I don’t
date ballplayers because 1, they break your heart, 2, my dad’s the club owner
and that would be awkward, and 3,
good luck trying to explain my falcon to a potential boyfriend, ballplayer or
not.
date ballplayers because 1, they break your heart, 2, my dad’s the club owner
and that would be awkward, and 3,
good luck trying to explain my falcon to a potential boyfriend, ballplayer or
not.
But why is
my falcon so jealous over this guy?
my falcon so jealous over this guy?
Jacob:
OK, so I
fell for the Falcons welcome-aboard prank: let the new guy hit on the hot
brunette before he finds out she’s the boss’s daughter. Off-limits? Fine, I’ve
got no problem playing the field.
fell for the Falcons welcome-aboard prank: let the new guy hit on the hot
brunette before he finds out she’s the boss’s daughter. Off-limits? Fine, I’ve
got no problem playing the field.
But why is
my stallion set on playing Katie instead of the field?
_____________
my stallion set on playing Katie instead of the field?
_____________
Imagine
yourself as a shifter alone in a world that doesn't know shifting exists.
yourself as a shifter alone in a world that doesn't know shifting exists.
This is the
Solo Shift world: no packs, no guidance, no mates, and no prospects until
chance, luck, trust, and love all intervene.
Solo Shift world: no packs, no guidance, no mates, and no prospects until
chance, luck, trust, and love all intervene.
What can
you expect from a Solo Shift book? A standalone story with lonely shifters,
shifters who don’t know they’re lonely, love scenes, and no cheating. And at
least one HEA, sometimes more!
you expect from a Solo Shift book? A standalone story with lonely shifters,
shifters who don’t know they’re lonely, love scenes, and no cheating. And at
least one HEA, sometimes more!
Pre-order Links
Excerpt
Came back
with my hot dog and ate it while Baird met the fans. From where I was, it
looked like he was handling the attention well. Smiling, happy to be there,
shaking hands, signing autographs, seemed to be the approachable type. Fit in
real well with the fans. Folks in Welkerville like to see that in their players—and
Baird seemed to be delivering that. That was a good sign, and I knew Dad would
be happy to hear that. He also didn’t seem to be hitting on any of the women,
which was also a good sign.
with my hot dog and ate it while Baird met the fans. From where I was, it
looked like he was handling the attention well. Smiling, happy to be there,
shaking hands, signing autographs, seemed to be the approachable type. Fit in
real well with the fans. Folks in Welkerville like to see that in their players—and
Baird seemed to be delivering that. That was a good sign, and I knew Dad would
be happy to hear that. He also didn’t seem to be hitting on any of the women,
which was also a good sign.
I let the
fans have their time with him. Most of them needed to get home, and I didn’t;
besides, I was still working on my hot dog.
fans have their time with him. Most of them needed to get home, and I didn’t;
besides, I was still working on my hot dog.
Once the
crowds cleared and my hot dog was gone, I came up to him, smile on my face, and
I shook his hand and welcomed him to Welkerville.
crowds cleared and my hot dog was gone, I came up to him, smile on my face, and
I shook his hand and welcomed him to Welkerville.
And stopped
myself from jumping his bones on the spot.
myself from jumping his bones on the spot.
Yeah, that
surprised me too. It was like The Awkward Years all over again—hormones all
a-fire and everything.
surprised me too. It was like The Awkward Years all over again—hormones all
a-fire and everything.
Sure, he
had muscles. Sure, he had that glowing smile. Sure, he was big and brawny. But
so were the other guys, with the possible exception of the smile. Why were my
spidey-senses tingling—no, wait, those were my lady parts. Why were they
tingling?
had muscles. Sure, he had that glowing smile. Sure, he was big and brawny. But
so were the other guys, with the possible exception of the smile. Why were my
spidey-senses tingling—no, wait, those were my lady parts. Why were they
tingling?
Fortunately
for me, I’ve gotten a lot better at faking normal behavior since The Awkward
Years.
for me, I’ve gotten a lot better at faking normal behavior since The Awkward
Years.
Also
fortunately for me, he answered by lifting a line straight out of Bull
Durham. At least, I think he did. The problem with that movie is that it
got minor-league life so right that you’re never sure if you're seeing
an intentional Bull Durham reference or just Life As Usual in The
Minors.
fortunately for me, he answered by lifting a line straight out of Bull
Durham. At least, I think he did. The problem with that movie is that it
got minor-league life so right that you’re never sure if you're seeing
an intentional Bull Durham reference or just Life As Usual in The
Minors.
So I just
answered back with another stock cliche while I tried to keep my tongue in my
cheek, or at least in my mouth. While trying to remind myself what an Executive
Assistant to the Owner was supposed to do—oh, yeah, that’s right, introduce
myself.
answered back with another stock cliche while I tried to keep my tongue in my
cheek, or at least in my mouth. While trying to remind myself what an Executive
Assistant to the Owner was supposed to do—oh, yeah, that’s right, introduce
myself.
But before
I could do that, he beamed at me again—oh my God, that smile—and asked, “Are
the stands always this full?”
I could do that, he beamed at me again—oh my God, that smile—and asked, “Are
the stands always this full?”
Good. That was
good. He was talking baseball and the fans. I could talk about that all day
without making a fool of myself.
good. He was talking baseball and the fans. I could talk about that all day
without making a fool of myself.
But then he
followed up with, “Where does everyone go after the game, anyway?”
followed up with, “Where does everyone go after the game, anyway?”
Part of me
said this was a set-up to a pick-up line. Other parts of me—the tingling
parts—were ecstatic. Fortunately, my Executive Assistant to the Owner side
recognized this was a good time to educate Baird in Welkerville ways. “Home, mostly. Some of ‘em drive an hour or
two to get here, plus most of our fans have cows to milk or feed, or jobs to go
to in the morning. A few of ‘em hit the bars. A lot of folks hit the Taystee
Creem downtown; they’re open late.”
said this was a set-up to a pick-up line. Other parts of me—the tingling
parts—were ecstatic. Fortunately, my Executive Assistant to the Owner side
recognized this was a good time to educate Baird in Welkerville ways. “Home, mostly. Some of ‘em drive an hour or
two to get here, plus most of our fans have cows to milk or feed, or jobs to go
to in the morning. A few of ‘em hit the bars. A lot of folks hit the Taystee
Creem downtown; they’re open late.”
I patted
myself on the back. Very educational response, very responsible, very much not
an open invitation to check out that place behind the stands that’s been a
make-out spot for generations of young Welker County residents, get that image
out of your head, Katherine Joy Casey.
myself on the back. Very educational response, very responsible, very much not
an open invitation to check out that place behind the stands that’s been a
make-out spot for generations of young Welker County residents, get that image
out of your head, Katherine Joy Casey.
Also Available
Both free in Kindle Unlimited
Author Bio
Secret
shifter romance novels. Secret shifter romance novelist.
Wife of an
IT geek—his words, not mine! Mother of two kids, two cats, and two dogs.
Incurable romantic.
What do I
want in my romance stories? Men who aren’t total asses. Women who avoid total
asses—either from experience, or by being smart enough to avoid them in the
first place! Men who survive just fine without a woman. Women who survive just
fine without a man. Men and women smart enough to know the perils of jumping
into love, and brave enough to do it anyway. And of course, a
happily-ever-after!
shifter romance novels. Secret shifter romance novelist.
Wife of an
IT geek—his words, not mine! Mother of two kids, two cats, and two dogs.
Incurable romantic.
What do I
want in my romance stories? Men who aren’t total asses. Women who avoid total
asses—either from experience, or by being smart enough to avoid them in the
first place! Men who survive just fine without a woman. Women who survive just
fine without a man. Men and women smart enough to know the perils of jumping
into love, and brave enough to do it anyway. And of course, a
happily-ever-after!
Author Links
Lone Cougar by Nicole Lake
Title: Lone Cougar
Series: Solo Shift #2
Author: Nicole Lake
Genre: Shifter Romance
Release Date: April 24, 2017
Blurb
Sam:
I didn't particularly care for Ryan when he showed up for his first massage. And I don't particularly care for him now, even if he's the hottest thing in Green Holler. Especially because he's the hottest thing in Green Holler.
He reminds me of every player I met in high school and college, he travels constantly because of his work, and I'm sure he's got a girl in every airport. And his work? He's the guy Dad hired for advice on expanding his art store, and I can just see him changing it into McArts or something cheesy.
Not that I'm looking for a man anyway. I don't ask for much. Just a man who's not a complete jerk, doesn't mind living out here in the middle of the Ozarks, and won't freak out when he discovers that shifting's real and his girlfriend's an owl shifter.
And Ryan's not that man. Right?
Ryan:
The woman at the B&B's trying to get me to date Sam--short for Samantha, she's careful to point out. Not going to happen, even if Sam's the most beautiful woman I've seen. For one thing, there's plenty of beautiful women out there, but not enough damn-good massage therapists like Sam. On top of that, her dad's my client, and that mixture of business and pleasure is a bad idea.
Why would anyone give up their big-city dreams, go back home to this Ozark tourist trap--sorry, I mean "this quaint Ozark town"--and hang up a shingle as a massage therapist, even a damn good one? I don't get it, but I can't afford to settle down like she did. With all the consulting gigs I do, I've got to stay on the road all the time.
Besides, when I'm on the road, no one can get close enough to find out about my cougar, and I can have a good time any night I want, anywhere I want, with almost any woman I want, with no commitments.
I'm not scared of commitment, but what woman's going to commit to a guy who's also occasionally a cougar? Certainly not Sam.
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Imagine yourself as a shifter alone in a world that doesn't know shifting exists.
This is the Solo Shift world: no packs, no guidance, no mates, and no prospects until chance, luck, trust, and love all intervene.
What can you expect from a Solo Shift book? A standalone story with lonely shifters, shifters who don’t know they’re lonely, love scenes, and no cheating. And at least one HEA, sometimes more.
Purchase Links
Free in Kindle Unlimited
Excerpt
Heard the front door
quietly open a little before Mrs. Webb’s session ended, so I figured my 4:30
had arrived. I tried to keep my focus on Mrs. Webb, but the planning-ahead part
of my brain promptly kicked in. 4:30’s
name is Ryan… Bishop. Ryan Bishop. Heh, wonder if Connie’s gonna text to bug me
about him in the middle of the massage, or if she’ll at least wait until he’s
off the table. Connie’s got John so she's got pretty good taste in husband
material, but I wonder what her definition of “hot” is.
quietly open a little before Mrs. Webb’s session ended, so I figured my 4:30
had arrived. I tried to keep my focus on Mrs. Webb, but the planning-ahead part
of my brain promptly kicked in. 4:30’s
name is Ryan… Bishop. Ryan Bishop. Heh, wonder if Connie’s gonna text to bug me
about him in the middle of the massage, or if she’ll at least wait until he’s
off the table. Connie’s got John so she's got pretty good taste in husband
material, but I wonder what her definition of “hot” is.
“OK, Mrs. Webb, I’ll
be outside; just come on out whenever you’re ready, OK?” I have to help a few
of my clients off the table, but Mrs. Webb’s as spry as they come.
be outside; just come on out whenever you’re ready, OK?” I have to help a few
of my clients off the table, but Mrs. Webb’s as spry as they come.
“That’s fine, dearie!”
With the clientele
I’ve got, I’m “dearie” to several clients!
I’ve got, I’m “dearie” to several clients!
I step out and close
the massage room door behind me, and I see him checking out my diploma and
certs.
the massage room door behind me, and I see him checking out my diploma and
certs.
Holy…
Tall.
Brown hair.
Beard and mustache.
Muscles.
Not a body-builder,
but muscles.
but muscles.
And nice fitting
clothes. Definitely not a slob, definitely not a blob.
clothes. Definitely not a slob, definitely not a blob.
Note to self: never,
ever question Connie Martin’s taste in men again. This guy was hot.
ever question Connie Martin’s taste in men again. This guy was hot.
And he knew it. Matter
of fact, he looked like he left a long trail of women who knew it too.
of fact, he looked like he left a long trail of women who knew it too.
C’mon, Sam, this ain’t
high school, this is your office. Time to be professional. Time to use your
waiting-room massage therapist voice, the one somewhere between your outside
voice and your calm, soothing, table-side voice. “Hello, are you Ryan?”
high school, this is your office. Time to be professional. Time to use your
waiting-room massage therapist voice, the one somewhere between your outside
voice and your calm, soothing, table-side voice. “Hello, are you Ryan?”
“Yeah—Samantha,
right?” Oooh, deep voice, amazing smile, dark eyes…
right?” Oooh, deep voice, amazing smile, dark eyes…
Get it together, Sam.
Act like you know what you’re doing. Friendly but professional smile, nod your
head, shake his hand, there you go. “Sam’s fine, thanks!”
Act like you know what you’re doing. Friendly but professional smile, nod your
head, shake his hand, there you go. “Sam’s fine, thanks!”
And that’s when he
nods toward the diploma. “Who’d you have for Micro?”
nods toward the diploma. “Who’d you have for Micro?”
Author Bio
Secret shifter romance novels. Secret shifter romance
novelist.
novelist.
Wife of an IT geek—his words, not mine! Mother of two
kids, two cats, and two dogs. Incurable romantic.
kids, two cats, and two dogs. Incurable romantic.
What do I want in my romance stories? Men who aren’t
total asses. Women who avoid total asses—either from experience, or by being
smart enough to avoid them in the first place! Men who survive just fine
without a woman. Women who survive just fine without a man. Men and women smart
enough to know the perils of jumping into love, and brave enough to do it
anyway. And of course, a happily-ever-after!
total asses. Women who avoid total asses—either from experience, or by being
smart enough to avoid them in the first place! Men who survive just fine
without a woman. Women who survive just fine without a man. Men and women smart
enough to know the perils of jumping into love, and brave enough to do it
anyway. And of course, a happily-ever-after!
Author Links
Lone Cougar by Nicole Lake
Title: Lone Cougar
Series: Solo Shift #2
Author: Nicole Lake
Genre: Shifter Romance
Release Date: April 24, 2017
Blurb
Sam:
I didn't particularly care for Ryan when he showed up for his first massage. And I don't particularly care for him now, even if he's the hottest thing in Green Holler. Especially because he's the hottest thing in Green Holler.
He reminds me of every player I met in high school and college, he travels constantly because of his work, and I'm sure he's got a girl in every airport. And his work? He's the guy Dad hired for advice on expanding his art store, and I can just see him changing it into McArts or something cheesy.
Not that I'm looking for a man anyway. I don't ask for much. Just a man who's not a complete jerk, doesn't mind living out here in the middle of the Ozarks, and won't freak out when he discovers that shifting's real and his girlfriend's an owl shifter.
And Ryan's not that man. Right?
Ryan:
The woman at the B&B's trying to get me to date Sam--short for Samantha, she's careful to point out. Not going to happen, even if Sam's the most beautiful woman I've seen. For one thing, there's plenty of beautiful women out there, but not enough damn-good massage therapists like Sam. On top of that, her dad's my client, and that mixture of business and pleasure is a bad idea.
Why would anyone give up their big-city dreams, go back home to this Ozark tourist trap--sorry, I mean "this quaint Ozark town"--and hang up a shingle as a massage therapist, even a damn good one? I don't get it, but I can't afford to settle down like she did. With all the consulting gigs I do, I've got to stay on the road all the time.
Besides, when I'm on the road, no one can get close enough to find out about my cougar, and I can have a good time any night I want, anywhere I want, with almost any woman I want, with no commitments.
I'm not scared of commitment, but what woman's going to commit to a guy who's also occasionally a cougar? Certainly not Sam.
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Excerpt
Heard the front door
quietly open a little before Mrs. Webb’s session ended, so I figured my 4:30
had arrived. I tried to keep my focus on Mrs. Webb, but the planning-ahead part
of my brain promptly kicked in. 4:30’s
name is Ryan… Bishop. Ryan Bishop. Heh, wonder if Connie’s gonna text to bug me
about him in the middle of the massage, or if she’ll at least wait until he’s
off the table. Connie’s got John so she's got pretty good taste in husband
material, but I wonder what her definition of “hot” is.
quietly open a little before Mrs. Webb’s session ended, so I figured my 4:30
had arrived. I tried to keep my focus on Mrs. Webb, but the planning-ahead part
of my brain promptly kicked in. 4:30’s
name is Ryan… Bishop. Ryan Bishop. Heh, wonder if Connie’s gonna text to bug me
about him in the middle of the massage, or if she’ll at least wait until he’s
off the table. Connie’s got John so she's got pretty good taste in husband
material, but I wonder what her definition of “hot” is.
“OK, Mrs. Webb, I’ll
be outside; just come on out whenever you’re ready, OK?” I have to help a few
of my clients off the table, but Mrs. Webb’s as spry as they come.
be outside; just come on out whenever you’re ready, OK?” I have to help a few
of my clients off the table, but Mrs. Webb’s as spry as they come.
“That’s fine, dearie!”
With the clientele
I’ve got, I’m “dearie” to several clients!
I’ve got, I’m “dearie” to several clients!
I step out and close
the massage room door behind me, and I see him checking out my diploma and
certs.
the massage room door behind me, and I see him checking out my diploma and
certs.
Holy…
Tall.
Brown hair.
Beard and mustache.
Muscles.
Not a body-builder,
but muscles.
but muscles.
And nice fitting
clothes. Definitely not a slob, definitely not a blob.
clothes. Definitely not a slob, definitely not a blob.
Note to self: never,
ever question Connie Martin’s taste in men again. This guy was hot.
ever question Connie Martin’s taste in men again. This guy was hot.
And he knew it. Matter
of fact, he looked like he left a long trail of women who knew it too.
of fact, he looked like he left a long trail of women who knew it too.
C’mon, Sam, this ain’t
high school, this is your office. Time to be professional. Time to use your
waiting-room massage therapist voice, the one somewhere between your outside
voice and your calm, soothing, table-side voice. “Hello, are you Ryan?”
high school, this is your office. Time to be professional. Time to use your
waiting-room massage therapist voice, the one somewhere between your outside
voice and your calm, soothing, table-side voice. “Hello, are you Ryan?”
“Yeah—Samantha,
right?” Oooh, deep voice, amazing smile, dark eyes…
right?” Oooh, deep voice, amazing smile, dark eyes…
Get it together, Sam.
Act like you know what you’re doing. Friendly but professional smile, nod your
head, shake his hand, there you go. “Sam’s fine, thanks!”
Act like you know what you’re doing. Friendly but professional smile, nod your
head, shake his hand, there you go. “Sam’s fine, thanks!”
And that’s when he
nods toward the diploma. “Who’d you have for Micro?”
nods toward the diploma. “Who’d you have for Micro?”
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Secret shifter romance novels. Secret shifter romance
novelist.
novelist.
Wife of an IT geek—his words, not mine! Mother of two
kids, two cats, and two dogs. Incurable romantic.
kids, two cats, and two dogs. Incurable romantic.
What do I want in my romance stories? Men who aren’t
total asses. Women who avoid total asses—either from experience, or by being
smart enough to avoid them in the first place! Men who survive just fine
without a woman. Women who survive just fine without a man. Men and women smart
enough to know the perils of jumping into love, and brave enough to do it
anyway. And of course, a happily-ever-after!
total asses. Women who avoid total asses—either from experience, or by being
smart enough to avoid them in the first place! Men who survive just fine
without a woman. Women who survive just fine without a man. Men and women smart
enough to know the perils of jumping into love, and brave enough to do it
anyway. And of course, a happily-ever-after!
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