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Paranormal
Shapeshifter
Erotic
Romance
Prospect
Springs
Shifters
Book 2
Sometimes
honor
comes
with a
price.
Sometimes
it comes
with
love…
Doctor
Parker
MacSweeny
treats
the
folks of
Prospect
Springs.
He's
well
respected,
has a
reputation
as being
a fine
doctor
and
tends to
anyone
who
crosses
his
threshold—even
if they
aren't
in good
standing
with the
law.
He's
lived an
adventurous
life,
bedding
lots of
ladies,
never
thinking
of
settling
down
with
just
one.
He's
been
content
with his
practice
and
going
several
towns
over to
take
advantage
of the
brothels
there.
He
doesn't
like
mixing
business
and
pleasure.
When a
woman
comes to
town
masquerading
as
someone
from
Parker's
past,
everything
changes.
She's
not who
she
first
claims
to
be—hell,
she's
not even
who she
says she
is next.
The
beautiful,
strong,
amazingly
talented
woman
gets his
thoughts
all
jumbled
and his
groin
hard.
She's
more
than she
appears
to be
and he
damn
well
plans on
uncovering
all her
secrets
and then
getting
her to
accept
his
claim.
One
proves
easier
than the
other.
Warning:
This
novella
contains
strong
language
and
shape
shifting
cowboys
of the
future
who will
melt
your
socks
off.
This
novella
also has
explicit,
graphic
sexual
content
and is
not for
the
faint of
heart.
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Chapter
One
Parker
MacSweeny
shook
his
head,
positive
his
younger
brother
had plum
lost it.
The man
wanted
to sweep
in and
grab his
childhood
sweetheart
before
she
could be
forced
to marry
a
sadistic
son-of-a-bitch.
While in
theory,
it
sounded
heroic,
it was
downright
suicidal
considering
the SOB
in
question
had a
lot of
powerful
friends.
And it
wasn’t
like a
whole
lot of
forethought
was
going
into
this
harebrained
rescue
attempt.
So far,
his
brother
had
learned
of the
situation
and
immediately
spit out
a
solution
to it. A
damn
dumb one
at that.
They
pulled
their
horses
to a
stop
just on
the
other
side of
the
Sheriff’s
Station.
Since
Parker
was
fairly
sure his
brother,
Jonathan,
who also
happened
to be
the
sheriff,
was
going to
get
himself
killed,
Prospect
Springs
would
most
likely
be
looking
for a
new
sheriff
soon.
The
announcement
could
read,
“Last
one got
himself
killed
dead
over a
woman,
try not
to think
with
your
prick
too.”
Their
cousin
dismounted
from his
steed
and
adjusted
his
Shady
Brady.
“I’m
with
Sawbones,”
Eli
said,
calling
Parker a
favorite
nickname
of his.
“This
isn’t
your
smartest
idea to
date,
Jonathan.”
His
jet-black
hair, a
MacSweeny
trait,
hit the
tops of
his
shoulders,
covering
the
collar
of his
duster.
Jonathan
ignored
them,
storming
towards
the
stage
coach
stopping
area.
His
spurs
clicked
against
the
wooden
planks
covering
a
section
of the
street
to cut
down on
the
muddy
areas.
He came
to a
stop
near the
General
Store,
his
inhuman
colored
gaze
scanning
the
horizon
for
signs of
trouble.
As
natural
born
shifters,
the
MacSweeny
boys
were
normally
driven
by their
emotions,
but even
this was
absurd.
They
might be
able to
walk on
all
fours
when the
time
called
for it,
but they
had a
brain—one
Jonathan
seemed
insistent
on not
using
any time
soon. At
the rate
he was
going,
Jonathan
was
going to
out them
to every
single
resident
of
Prospect
Springs.
It
wasn’t
as if
the boys
hid what
they
were so
much as
they
chose
long ago
not to
advertise
it. Too
much
trouble
could
come
from
claiming
their
supernatural
sides
outright.
Certain
church
folk
already
thought
they
were
touched
by the
devil.
Adding
fuel to
the fire
seemed
foolish.
As it
stood,
most
townsfolk
understood
the boys
meant no
harm and
were, in
fact,
good
boys who
just
tended
to get
into a
bit of a
kick up
every
now and
then.
What
young
men
didn’t?
With a
sigh,
Parker
followed
with Eli
close at
his
heels.
“Think
you’re
going to
end up
representin’
him on
murder
charges?”
Eli
lifted a
brow.
“Probably.
What I’m
wondering
is if
that
will
come
before
or after
you’ve
got to
try to
fix him
back up
again,
Doc.”
“If this
blowhard
gets
himself
hung
over
this,
I’m not
doctorin’
shit,”
Parker
stated
clearly.
“Hell, I
might
very
well
kill him
myself
before
the day
is
over.”
“You and
me both,
cousin,”
Eli said
with a
low
whistle.
When
they
reached
the
staging
area,
Parker’s
senses
lit. The
sweet
scent of
lilacs
filled
the air.
It was
mixed
with
honey
and
coming
from
someone
close.
Not only
that, it
was
making
his cock
respond
at an
alarming
rate.
None of
the
females
in town
had that
kind of
pull
over
him.
This was
something
new.
His
brother
reached
out,
grabbing
a woman
in a
light
blue
dress,
keeping
her from
falling.
Parker’s
inner
beast
uncoiled,
responding
so
fiercely
that he
had to
do a
double
take. A
growl
tore
free of
him as
Jonathan’s
hands
met the
woman’s
hips.
Jonathan
glanced
over at
him, his
golden
eyes
holding
concern
and a
fair
amount
of
surprise.
It took
every
ounce of
control
Parker
possessed
to avoid
yelling
mine
and
ripping
the
woman
from his
brother’s
arms.
“Molly,
come,
it’s not
safe,”
Preacher
Cogan
said
softly
as he
made a
move to
take the
woman
from
Jonathan.
“Molly?”
His
brother
stiffened,
staring
down at
the
female.
“Molly?
No.
You’re
not…”
Parker
missed
the rest
of it.
He was
too busy
fixating
on the
woman.
Why the
hell
would
his body
respond
to Molly
Cogan in
that
way?
Sure,
the gal
was good
looking.
Always
had
been,
but she
was off
limits.
She was
Jonathan’s
woman.
There
had
never
been any
question
of that.
Well, no
one but
Jonathan
and
Molly
questioned
it that
is. They
were as
stubborn
as a
bull
backed
in a
penned
yard
with a
throne
in his
ass.
Parker’s
gaze
slid
over the
beauty
in his
brother’s
arms.
Hot
damn.
Molly
certainly
had
matured
since
they’d
last
seen her
some ten
years
prior.
Her
creamy
breasts
were
there,
lifted
just
right in
the blue
dress
she
wore,
tempting
every
man in
sight.
An odd,
feral
desire
to
attack
anyone
stupid
enough
to look
came
over
him.
Parker
had to
adjust
himself
just to
be able
to move
again.
“Coming,
Daddy,”
the
woman
said,
grabbing
for her
father,
the
preacher.
She
hurried
off in
the
direction
of the
General
Store.
Parker
slid up
alongside
his
brother
and
whistled.
“Hot
damn,
little
brother.
If you
don’t
want to
fuck
her, I
will.”
“Fuck
who?”
Jonathan
questioned.
Parker
had
expected
to be
answered
with a
fist to
the
face.
Not a
softly
spoken
question.
He poked
his
brother.
“Ain’t
ya gonna
yell at
me for
talking
about
Molly
that
way?”
“Show
some
respect
for the
lady,
Parker,”
Jonathan
quipped.
“I’ll
kick
your
damn
teeth
down
your
throat
if you
ever
talk
about
Molly
that
way.
She’s
mine.
Understand
that
now. I
won’t
tell you
again.”
“Yours?”
Eli
asked as
he
joined
them. He
glanced
around,
bringing
attention
to the
fact
there
were a
whole
lot of
people
who
didn’t
belong
in
Prospect
Springs
gathered
around,
looking
rowdy
and up
to no
good.
“Looks
to me
like
we’ve
got
ourselves
some
outsiders
here.
They
don’t
seem
like a
friendly
bunch
either.
Reckon
that
means we
don’t
have to
pretend
to be
the
welcoming
sorts.”
“Aww,
and I
had my
‘Prospect
Springs
is the
Greatest
Place in
the
Territory
Speech’
all
ready to
go. Big,
fancy
words
and
all,”
Parker
said,
laughing.
“Damn
shame
I’m not
going to
get to
use it.”
“She’s
here,”
Jonathan
said,
his
beast
rising
to the
point
Parker
was
aware of
it.
Parker
held his
breath,
worried
Jonathan
would do
something
stupid,
like
lose
control
and
shift in
front of
the
town.
“Who?”
Eli
asked.
Jonathan’s
chest
heaved.
“Molly.”
“Uh, no
shit,
really?”
Parker
questioned
with a
snort.
“My dick
is still
hard
after
seeing
her in
that
blue
dress. I
wanted
to lick
the tops
of her
breasts
before
sinking
deep
into
her. I
always
knew she
was a
looker,
but she
never
had that
sort of
effect
on me.”
“That
was
not
Molly,”
Jonathan
snapped.
“If it
had
been,
you’d be
trying
to find
your
head
because
I’d have
knocked
it clean
off.”
Judge
William
Wheeler
approached,
going
straight
for
Jonathan.
There
was not
a hair
out of
place.
His gray
suit was
neatly
pressed
and he
looked
pristine,
as
always.
Parker
would
have
disliked
the guy
for that
alone,
but
William
was a
stand up
kind of
guy. He
was also
Molly’s
uncle.
He was a
might
sight
better
than her
father
who had
an odd
outlook.
“Evening,
Judge,”
Jonathan
said.
“It’s
quite a
turnout
your
niece
has got
here. A
lot of
folks
must be
happy to
see her
come
home
after
all
these
years.”
William
nodded.
“Evening.”
He
leaned
into
Jonathan
and
whispered.
“My
niece is
in grave
danger.
I
believe
these
men who
appeared
out of
nowhere
are
seeking
her.
I’ve
heard
rumors
about a
price on
her
head.
Looks as
though
they’ve
come to
try to
cash in
on it.”
Anger
rippled
through
Parker
and a
low
growl
emanated
from the
back of
his
throat.
“No one
is layin’
a hand
on her.”
He
stared
in the
distance,
in the
direction
the
woman in
the blue
dress
had
headed
off in,
his
silver
gaze
going
hard.
A
deliberate
smile
moved
over
William’s
face. “I
believe
the men
think as
you do,
Parker,
that the
woman in
blue is
my
niece.
She is
not.”
“Told
ya,”
Jonathan
blabbered,
sounding
like a
child.
He
focused
on
William.
“What do
you
mean,
they
appeared
out of
nowhere?”
“They
transported
here,
Jon.
Without
the use
of a
Frontier
Stall,”
William
replied,
tipping
his hat
somewhat.
“Outlaws?”
Eli
asked.
William
gave a
nod. “I
suspect
so. They
didn’t
travel
by means
of
regular
transport,
so I
assume
they
don’t
have the
right
papers.
There’s
something
else. If
my niece
should
reveal
herself
here
none of
you boys
are to
let the
people
she’s
with
know
what you
are.
Understand?”
Curious,
Parker
posed a
question,
“Meaning?”
William’s
gaze
hardened.
“Meaning,
I have
always
known
the
MacSweeny
family
is
different.
You know
that.
Keep it
to
yourselves,
boys.
I’ve no
idea
what her
companions’
views
are on
the
supernatural.
I would
like to
think
she’d
only
surround
herself
with
open-minded
individuals,
but I
never
thought
I’d
receive
news
that my
lil’
princess
ran away
from
boarding
school
and
disappeared
without
a
trace.”
Parker
noticed
his
brother’s
moment
of
silent
panic
and
almost
said
something.
William
beat him
to it.
The
judge
patted
his
brother’s
shoulder
in an
encouraging
manner.
“Son, I
have
known
you
since
you were
just a
baby. I
knew
you’d
try to
find
her. I
also
knew my
niece
needed
to find
herself
before
she
gives
herself
to a man
for the
rest of
her
life.
She
needed
time to
heal. To
grow. To
become a
woman,
Jon.
Now, I
have
managed
to find
a few
things
out
about
her and
her
acquaintances.
I know
enough
to warn
you all
not to
reveal
you’re
anything
but
human.
I’m not
sure she
can
protect
you all
if put
in the
situation
to have
to. Lord
knows
the girl
will die
trying.”
Jonathan
laughed.
“I’m
sorry,
Judge,
but did
you just
comment
on Molly
protecting
us?
She’s
just a
woman,
what—”
The band
of
outlaws
moved in
quickly.
Suddenly,
they
were all
wielding
large
semi-automatic
weapons.
One let
off some
rounds,
up into
the air,
pulling
the
focus to
him.
“We’ll
not hurt
any of
you nice
folks if
ya just
point us
in the
direction
of a
Miss
Molly
Cogan or
her
fiancé
Cole
Griffin.”
Gerald
William,
the no
good
son-of-a-bitch,
wanting
to marry
Molly,
pivoted,
peering
down the
end of
his
nose. “I
am
Molly’s
fiancé.”
“Like
hell you
are,” a
male
yelled
from
somewhere
beyond
the
immediate
crowd.
The
newcomer
wore a
wide
brim,
brown,
leather
hat and
a long
brown
jacket.
He
pushed
it
aside,
revealing
a
Special
Marshal
issued
weapon
and
badge.
“Who the
hell are
you?”
Gerald
demanded.
A sinful
smile
slipped
over the
newcomer’s
face. It
was as
if he
was
hoping
for a
fight
with
Gerald.
“I’m
Cole
Griffin.
The man
those
dirt
bags are
looking
for.”
Parker
pursed
his
lips,
wondering
if he
was
going to
have to
restrain
his
brother
any time
soon. As
the
outlaws
reacted,
all
aiming
at the
newcomer,
Parker
actually
breathed
a sigh
of
relief.
If they
killed
the guy
it would
keep
Jonathan
out of
the
mess.
The
smell
that had
driven
him
nearly
to the
brink of
shifting
returned
as the
female
in the
blue
dress
came
rushing
out of
the
General
Store,
heading
towards
the
newcomer.
“Cole,
what’s
going…?”
“That’s
her!
That’s
Molly!”
one of
the
outlaws
shouted.
The
outlaws
shifted
their
focus to
her, all
weapons
now
aiming
in her
direction.
Parker
lost
control
then,
growling,
concerned
only
with her
safety.
As her
tiny
pink
tongue
darted
out and
over her
lower
lip, his
growl
changed
from one
of
protection
to one
of
hunger.
He
wanted
that
woman
like
he’d
never
wanted a
woman
before
in his
life.
Now,
most
certainly,
was not
the time
to let
his dick
do the
thinking.
Jonathan
picked
then to
play the
hero.
“All
right,
folks.
It would
appear
we have
a slight
problem
here. As
sheriff,
I’d like
to take
a—”
He ended
up with
half the
weapons
aiming
at him.
Eli
snorted.
“Way to
go,
jackass.”
The
vixen in
the blue
dress
squared
her
shoulders,
her
breasts
heaving
upwards
more,
making
Parker’s
cock
throb
with
need.
“You
won’t
take me
alive.”
“Lynn?”
Cole
questioned.
“Don’t
you dare
draw
their
fire.”
The girl
spun in
a slow
circle,
taunting
the
outlaws.
“Go
ahead!
Shoot!
I’m sick
of being
hunted
by you!
Kill me
and
claim
the
fame. Do
it!
Over my
dead
body!
Parker
reacted,
surging
forward,
putting
his body
in front
of the
woman’s.
He
reached
back,
his hand
finding
her hip.
Fire
shot
right to
his
loins,
but he
ignored
it, his
gaze
level as
he
glared
at the
outlaws.
“You’ll
not harm
her.
She’s
under my
protection
now.”
Delicate
fingers
slipped
over his
hand.
For a
moment,
he
thought
she
might
try to
get his
hand off
her. She
did the
opposite.
She
gasped
as
energy
seemed
to pass
between
them and
then she
patted
his hand
gently.
“Never
did I
see that
coming.
Sawbones
is a
born
skirt
chaser,”
Eli
said,
whistling
as he
did.
“Think
he might
have The
Fever or
something?
He’s
always
doctorin’
folks
with
weird
ailments.”
The
Fever?
Parker
released
the
woman
and took
a deep
breath.
Maybe he
did have
something.
It would
explain
his
behavior.
“Are you
stupid?”
the
vixen
asked,
pushing
him in
the back
with a
force
that
both
shocked
and
moved
him,
even it
if was
only a
little.
“Move!
They’ll
gun you
down to
get to
me.”
Parker
shrugged.
He had
no
intention
of
moving.
“Then so
be it.”
“Parker,”
Jonathan
said.
“Get her
and
your ass
out of
there.
We’ll
take
care of
our
guests.
We’ll
even be
sweet
enough
to give
‘em that
welcome
speech
you had
worked
out.”
“Parker?”
The
vixen
questioned.
“That
means
one of
you is
Jonathan?”
Just as
Parker
was
about to
turn and
sweep
the
vixen
up, an
outlaw
appeared
just
behind
his
brother,
putting
a gun to
Jonathan’s
head.
Their
kind
could
heal a
lot of
things.
A bullet
to the
head
wasn’t
one of
them.
“Lookie,
boys, we
got us a
sheriff,”
the
outlaw
said.
“He’s
got to
bring a
good
amount
of
coinage,
don’t ya
think?”
Someone
started
shooting.
Their
first
target,
the man
who had
Jonathan
at
gunpoint.
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Release
Date: May
2012
Series
Books
Blaze of Glory
Parker's Honor
Gabe's Fortune
Clockwork Law
The Inventor's Promise
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