Primal Shifters Box Set
Kira Shayde
Kira Shayde
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Kira Shayde
Date of Publication: February 25, 2019
ISBN: 9780999018378
ISBN: 9780999018354
Number of pages: 315
Word Count: 105,500
Cover Artist: Kira Shayde
Book Description:
Three novella-length romances in one overarching story. Equal parts romance, urban fantasy, and social/political commentary.
Available in erotic version and tame version. Tame version has no graphic sex scenes.
Book Trailer: https://youtu.be/AVY3EcPi6zM
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.
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.
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?
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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.
About the Author
As a paranormal romance author, Kira Shayde 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, Kira is devoted to animal and ecological conservation, loves devil’s food cake, and sings when no one is around.
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