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She's lucky he's a charmer…
She's lucky he's a charmer…
Lindi
Parker works hard at being human, not an easy task for a snake shifter. She has
no desire to search for others like her—until a new case changes everything.
When Lindi learns that she she's not the only shapeshifter in the world, she
also realizes she might be next on a killer's list.
In
order to save herself and the abused children she works with, she will have to
team up with Dr. Kade Nevala, a member of the shifter tribe responsible for
eradicating weresnakes—and the most attractive man Lindi's ever met. Even more
terrifying, she’ll need to embrace her serpent side, a choice that has enormous
consequences for Lindi, and for everyone around her.
Excerpt:
He took a step
forward, again seeming to loom over me. I leaned farther back, but I was
trapped—I would either have to climb up on the bed or push my way past him. I
wasn’t sure which would be better.
Then it was too
late—he grabbed my upper arms and stared into my eyes. His hands burned hot
against my skin. His eyes, too, glittered feverishly, golden highlights
churning through the brown.
The intensity of
his stare captured me. I drew in another breath, full of the scent of him, and
my head swam. Again the color leached out of the room. This time, though, I couldn’t
look away from him, couldn’t hide the way my eyes changed, the pupils narrowing
and lengthening. The room shifted into shades of gray, and his golden eyes
turned silvery as they held my own.
He inhaled
sharply as he saw the transformation and his hands tightened convulsively.
“How are you
here?” he whispered, shaking his head.
He pulled me
closer to him, staring into my eyes. My pulse pounded in my temples. The
muscles of my abdomen started to roil; I was about to shift, and I couldn’t
control it.
And I might just be okay with that, some quiet,
still part of my mind whispered from far away, because this man terrified me. I
might have a better chance against him in my serpent form.
But
something—some instinct deeper than thought—urged me to maintain my humanity.
I still couldn’t
break eye contact; his gaze was hypnotic.
He leaned in and
kissed me.
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