The Shifter King

Sam saw him enter the club at the opposite end of the room. He was a dark shadow against the night. His suit was precisely tailored, and it hugged every curve of his six-foot-five frame. The collar of his black shirt brushed the dark blonde curls he almost never bothered to cut and set off the equally sharp black image of his leather eye patch. One ice blue eye lit up the shadows, stark and unavoidable.



Samantha O'Neill has been running for twenty years. She's been fleeing from a man with an...