Primal Shifters Box Set
Kira Shayde
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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 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.
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.
