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Title: PRIMAL SHIFTERS Box Set
Author: Kira Shayde
Pub. Date: February 25, 2019
Publisher: Kira Shayde
Formats: eBook
Pages: 354
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Three novella-length paranormal romances in one
overarching story of sociopolitical conflict.
BANE OF HER DESIRE
When Holly Ainran’s brother goes AWOL from an elite military force in
Tanzania, she confronts Commander Bane Ojore, a rare melanistic lion shifter.
Sparks ignite, but Holly finds a challenge in taming this brooding, hostile
beast. Bane does not expect the daughter of a high-ranking parliamentary
executive to be a smart, code-breaking expert adamant about abolishing the lion
caste hierarchy and ending the lion-hyena conflict. Nor does he expect such a
stunning lioness to fall for him. But Bane’s job is to find the traitors
supplying weapons to the hyenas, and all signs point to Holly’s brother. Holly
won’t give up on her brother though…or Bane. As their passion escalates, so do
the risks, the danger, and ultimately, their love.
Excerpt from Bane of Her Desire
Holly Ainran opened the box her father had received from the Alpha
Elites paramilitary base. She tossed her brother’s faded fatigues and worn
military boots aside and sifted through the contents of his safe-deposit
box—some banking papers, a data chip, and a pocket watch from their
great-grandfather.
She sat back on her heels. If only there were something among Fix’s
personal effects to give her a clue as to why he had dropped off the face of
the earth. Was he having an affair with a married woman? Involved in some shady
drug deal?
Months ago, he’d been reported AWOL, yet he hadn’t reached out to her.
It ticked her off. Maybe she was no more than his kid sister, but she’d thought
they were close. At least they had been before he joined the Elites. Another
possibility flitted through her mind, and she shoved it away angrily. His body
hadn’t been found, and she just knew he was alive. Felt it somehow. Whatever it
took, she’d find him.
She popped her brother’s data chip into her laptop and scrolled through
the directories. Nothing more incriminating than saved game scores, innocuous
e-mails to his on-again, off-again girlfriend, and pictures of his Alpha Elite
buddies relaxing by their campsite. She was about to remove the chip when she
spied a seemingly gibberish file name and smiled. Gotcha.
Holly double-clicked the file and received a system error. Encrypted. Damn.
Now she was definitely intrigued. What was Fix hiding? She ran through various
computer algorithms and within minutes bypassed his encryption. But it wasn’t a
text file as she’d expected.
A video appeared on her screen, and she recognized the Alpha Elite
base. Out of camera range, a man spoke, his deep voice imposing, almost
threatening. A tremor coursed through her. The man strode into view, the camera
focusing on his face, and her breath caught in her throat. His amber skin
glowed, and his black eyes were like bullets beneath a strong brow ridge. A
dark shadow of stubble colored his square jaw.
Her gaze riveted to his mouth. Holly no longer listened to his words,
imagining only for a moment how it would feel to have those commanding lips
pressed against her skin. The muscles in his jaw flexed, and the low timbre of
his voice vibrated through her veins. This man was evocative,
combustive…primal.
Uneasiness crept over her, and she pushed the wayward thoughts aside.
There was a coldness to his face, a tightness around his eyes. This was a man
who didn’t reveal secrets, who wouldn’t share himself. A man who clearly
reveled in danger and control. This had to be the elusive Bane Ojore, leader of
the Alpha Elites paramilitary force.
He shifted to lion form, and Holly gasped. She stared at the video,
mesmerized by the sight of an almost unheard-of melanistic lion, his fur as
black as a thundercloud, his mane the color of charcoal and fuller than any
other she’d seen. When he let out a ferocious roar, she shuddered. But from
fear…or something else?
DESIRES AT WAR
Months as a POW leaves lion shifter Fix Ainran struggling to recover,
but he can’t get the curvaceous Caryn Plumar out of his mind. Yet the beautiful
daughter of the hyena chairman only torments the disabled former soldier with
heated trysts before pulling away. No matter how much she desires Fix’s touch,
Caryn’s obligations involve more than fighting for an independent hyena state
in a land ruled by lions and fraught with war. She must sacrifice any chance of
happiness and freedom by marrying within the clan to ensure her safety. Unable
to stay apart, Fix and Caryn defy societal rules and risk their lives as they
battle enemies, search for the truth about his captivity...and fall in love.
Excerpt from Desires at War
Lying on the physical therapy table, Fix Ainran stared at the door,
hoping Zuri was his therapist for the afternoon. That girl rocked a
drool-worthy booty, not to mention he could lose himself in her big, dark eyes.
A slender blonde entered the room instead. Damn. Alina, the ice queen.
Nothing he said or did ever seemed to warm her up.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he drawled, attempting to thaw her composure. Even
an added wink did nothing to budge her frozen expression.
Without a word, she spread a towel over his lower torso. What was the
point? He never got physically aroused around her. Then again, she’d make any
guy’s wood shrivel. Zuri on the other hand always seemed happy when he tented
the towel. Happy for him since at least that aspect still functioned. A lot of
guys with spinal-cord injuries couldn’t say the same.
The ice queen seemed even more clinical than usual. She didn’t bother
with the deep massage to his quads, giving only a cursory rub over his legs. As
his spinal injury was incomplete, he had intermittent feeling, and today her
hands felt like stinging nettles on his skin.
“I’ve been having cramps in my upper thighs, so don’t forget—”
“I am aware of my job,” she said curtly without so much as a glance at
him.
Fix turned his head, compressing his lips. Yup. Cold as ice. He stared
at the blank wall, and his thoughts drifted. As always, no matter how hard he
tried to suppress the memories, he returned to that day. The day his life
changed.
He’d been sent on a solo mission to the rugged cliffs of Tanzania along
the borderlands. Known as the hyena hellhole, an area so barren no one lived or
hunted there. An area used only by hyena forces for military training…
Crouched by the cliff edge for
a better view, Fix raised his binoculars to his face when a hard shove against
his back knocked him off balance. Scrambling to regain his footing, he tried to
twist around and grab the rock edge, but the dirt on the cliff gave way beneath
his feet. He remembered screaming as the air rushed over
his face. Then blackness.
He never saw who attacked him. Never even heard a sound.
When he came to, face down in a gully, he tried shifting to lion form,
believing he could handle his injuries more easily as a lion than a human. Dead
wrong. An unbelievable burn exploded across his back as if he’d been ripped in
two. He screamed in agony, his head pounding like a jackhammer. Unable to hold
on to his sanity, he begged and pleaded to the gods, offering up his future
firstborn son. Anything to stop the pain.
Crumpled on the rocks, half-human, half-lion, he lacked the strength to
reshift. Minutes passed, maybe hours—time held no meaning while he drifted in
and out of consciousness—he heard voices. One carried above the others. A voice
he recognized but couldn’t put a name to. Although at that moment, he couldn’t
come up with his own name.
As he was set on a board, he fought to remain focused and resolute, although
a small whimper escaped through his clenched teeth, and he bit back a howl when
thick canvas straps tightened across his chest. Once again, blessed blackness
overtook him.
When he awoke, he blinked against a harsh light, and his nose wrinkled
from the strident odor of disinfectant. A tube trailed from the back of his
hand to a clear bag hung on a pole. A hospital room? No. Yellow flowers adorned
the quilted bedcovers draped across his legs, and on the other side of the room,
an oval mirror perched above a dainty woman’s vanity dresser, like the kind his
grandmother had in her bedroom.
A deep grunt to his right sent an instinctual rush of adrenaline
through Fix’s veins. Jerking his head, he willed his body to follow, but to no
avail, and his hands bunched into fists. A swarthy man sitting next to the bed
narrowed his eyes, then rose and left the room. Gritting his teeth, Fix sank
back into the pillow.
Within minutes, a string of unfamiliar faces paraded past him, and questions
were asked for which he had no answers. He had no use for these surly men and
their meaningless riddles.
Then she lingered at the doorway. A halo of walnut-colored curls framed
a sweet, compassionate face with the warmest brown eyes he’d ever seen. His
gaze drank in her generous curves emphasized by a tight tank top and jeans. Her
lush softness sent his heart racing.
“Caryn,” a gruff voice called from outside the makeshift hospital room.
A slight frown drew her eyebrows together as she turned toward the
voice.
Fix’s breath hitched. She could help him. He felt it in his bones.
“Caryn,” he whispered to her, drawing her attention.
She tilted her head. “What’s your name?”
The memory came to him. “Fix.”
“Fix? Can’t say I’ve heard that name before.” Her smile revealed deep
dimples in her cheeks, and she leaned against the door frame.
“A nickname,” he replied, distracted by the tempting view offered by her
top’s low-cut neckline.
But a strange thought erupted in the back of his
mind. She was not his kind.
COOL BLUE DESIRE
When Alina Van der Stel agrees to spring an imprisoned lion shifter in
southern Africa and hand him over to the rebels in return for information about
her birth parents, she doesn’t expect the man to capture her mind as much as he
does her body. Falsely accused of conspiracy, Kipper Lumbwi has no intention of
allowing the icy blonde to sell him to the very traitors who landed him a stint
in prison. Yet her ethereal blue eyes reflect years of sadness as a snow
leopard trapped in a land of lions, and he understands her need to find her
true kin. Except she’s not the only one targeting him. With a bounty-hunting
hyena and the Defence Force in pursuit, Kipper and Alina agree to an
alliance…one that leads to her finally experiencing the joys of desire. Can
their passion earn them the trust they’ll need to survive?
Excerpt from Cool Blue Desire
Hot, dry air blew under the rusted metal door, leaving the ruddy sands
of the Kalahari desert in its wake. With a sigh, Kipper brushed the
never-ending grit from his prison mattress and returned to flipping through the
one paperback in his cell, a psychological thriller with stained pages and a
missing back cover. Having memorized the dialogue, he’d taken to voicing the
characters with various accents.
The screech of the window crank no longer captured his attention.
“Lumbwi,” a gruff voice called.
Kipper wearily raised his gaze to the peeling plaster on the ceiling.
“What?”
“You have a visitor.”
A visitor? He tossed the book down, swung his legs to the floor, and
stared at the small, barred window in the door, where little more than the
guard’s beard was visible. “Who?”
“Dunno. Some babe. Says she’s your consort.” The guard guffawed.
“Consort, huh? What you packing in your pants, Lumbwi?”
The door lock clicked, and the metal hinges groaned as the guard opened
the door. “Conjugal visits are limited to fifteen minutes.”
Standing, Kipper blinked. “Uh, sure.”
Except he didn’t have a consort. Hell, he didn’t even have a
girlfriend.
The guard accompanied Kipper across the sandy courtyard, the older
man’s uneven gait causing one foot to slap the ground with every step, creating
a cloud of dust.
Kipper spat dirt from his mouth. Gods, he hated southern Africa.
Every night as he struggled to fall asleep on his cot, he pictured the
Serengeti plains and lush forests of Tanzania, where after five years serving
as a soldier in the Defence Force, he’d found a nice apartment in the city and
a job in local law enforcement. Volunteered his time working with lower-caste
kids. Spent the weekends hiking near Lake Victoria.
Not a bad life for a second-caste lion shifter.
But it didn’t last. He threw it all away fighting for equality against
the iron-clad rules of a Parliament run solely by first-caste lions. An
admirable cause, but funneling weapons to enemy hyenas hell-bent on
annihilating lions was not. Kipper simply had no idea what the lion rebels had
gotten him into, and for the past six months, he’d been paying the price for his
ignorance.
Scanning the prison commons, he barely had a chance to notice the pale
blonde when she threw her arms around his neck.
“Oh, Kip,” she purred. “I’ve missed you.”
He stiffened. What the hell? Trying to turn his head, he found his
movement blocked. She kissed his neck, her grip on him surprisingly strong for
such a slender woman.
“Play along,” she said in his ear, more a demand than a request.
“Hey, doll,” he drawled after catching his breath. Her scent reminded
him of jasmine flowers. “Long time no see.”
“Come with me.” She trailed a hand down his shoulder and grasped his
wrist.
The guard winked. “She must be anxious!”
Kipper merely nodded, confusion peppering his thoughts, while the
mysterious woman dragged him across the courtyard. “Listen, doll. Maybe you
could—”
“Get down.”
“Huh?”
She shoved him in the chest. “I said get down.”
Sequestered in a narrow inlet of the u-shaped building surrounding the
commons, the woman crouched, gesturing for Kipper to follow. When he did, she
slid her hand over the zipper of his pants, and his breath hitched.
“Whoa. Don’t you think we should get to know each other first?”
Her lips didn’t even twitch. She worked his zipper down, and he felt
cold metal brush against his thigh. “Wait ten minutes, and then head toward the
kitchen. Do not look back.”
“Why? What’s going on?”
Her large sunglasses hid her eyes. “Are you always this dense?”
His jaw clenched. “Who are you?”
She stood. “You’re needed. That’s all I can say.”
“Needed by whom?” Although he had a suspicious feeling he already knew
the answer. The rebels. Screw them if they thought he’d do their dirty work
again.
The blonde turned away, but he snatched her arm. “Tell me now.”
“I don’t have time.” She faced him again, and tension etched her dark
red lips, a lipstick shade he felt for some reason wasn’t natural for her. No
doubt part of the charade.
“Look—”
“Just do as you’re told,” she snapped, tugging her arm free. “Please…”
The slight quiver in her voice caught him off guard.
“Or would you rather continue to rot in this
place?” Hard steel replaced the hint of vulnerability.
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About Kira
Kira Shayde is a paranormal romance author who writes about animal
magnetism and intrigue, where the heroes bring the heat and the heroines save
the day. She explores somewhat atypical pairings and settings and can’t help
adding a twinge of societal awareness to her works, but the focus is always on
the developing romance, passion, and happy endings. While some of her books are
erotic romances, you won’t find any hard-core BDSM. Kira prefers the hero and
heroine to share the power and share the love.
On a personal level, she’s devoted to animal and ecological
conservation, loves devil’s food cake, and pretends she can sing.
Kira is currently working on Ancient Bond, the second book in her
Followers series, and also a non-romance science-fiction thriller.
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