Tuesday, April 2nd, 2013 • Delilah Devlin
If you haven’t been here in a while, there’s been some changes. I’ve been doing more of this editing gig, and I have new anthologies out and on the way. For the longest, I wanted a way for you to find the other books, and to have fun while you perused the “shelf.” My solution? A new “Collections” site. Hit the link at the top of this page entitled “Delilah’s Other Collections” and you’re there! The latest release is Cowboy Lust, but Smokin’ Hot Firemen is coming in June, and the authors involved are getting revved up for a blog blitz and contests! You won’t want to miss the fun! Just head over to the Smokin’ Hot Firemen site and see what’s happening and how you can join in the fun!
For those of you who collect trading cards and want copies for yourself or to share with your friends, send me an email at email@example.com.
Sunday, August 19th, 2012 • Delilah Devlin
Blogger and writer Kathleen Tudor read our collection and loved it! Here’s a snippet of what she had to say:
“Cleis Press has a hot new anthology out, and no, I’m not in it, but I sure wish I was! This anthology is full of sexy lesbian stories all featuring shape shifting main characters. It sizzles, it soars, and it captures your attention. But enough raving, let’s have some details…”
To read the full review, head over to her website: KathleenTudor.com
Thursday, August 2nd, 2012 • Delilah Devlin
Hey there, everyone. I’m Tory Michaels, author of the Dream-Walker War Series, a paranormal romance/urban fantasy blend series and I’m here to talk about world building for your books. I don’t have scads of experience (I don’t have 40 books published to my name like some authors do), but I know what’s worked for me so far.
Let me be perfectly forthright. Deep down, I’m incredibly lazy. I don’t like drawing maps, or having to come up with weather patterns. So, though I have a fabulous fantasy world series in my head featuring elves, dragon riders, and soul-stealers, I somehow doubt it will ever get written and published. I love the paranormal and to me, have the fun in reading that sort of thing is seeing how an author can take our familiar, comfortable real world, and then put their own spin on it.
Sometimes, like in Kim Harrison’s Hollows series, there’s a plague that wipes out a huge portion of the human population. This forces the non-humans out of the closet, thus completely re-writing the timeline from the date of the Angel virus (somewhere in the 50’s or 60’s).
In Sherrilyn Kenyon’s Dark Hunter/Dream Hunter world, the world at large is still unaware of the non-human population, but there are quite a few non-humans running around, not to mention gods of the myriad pantheons. She also makes Atlantis real (albeit sunk) and adds in an entirely different pantheon for it, along with all her shifters, and so forth.
In my case, I decided that the non-humans (comprised of the Blood (vampires), dhampires (mortal vampires), shifters, and the mage-born) came out of the closet at the beginning of the Great Depression, making a huge announcement. Up until that point, nothing in the timeline really required much tweaking because the non-humans had just blended in. Afterward, I decided time pretty much passed as it would have, with some small alterations. For example:
1) Under the umbrella of the Department of Health Services (instead of Health & Human Services), you find the Bureau of Non-Human Affairs. It handles all the licensing requirements of the various races (including regulating the blood-bank system in America).
2) In World War II, both the Allies and the Axis tried to use the non-humans to gain an advantage over the other side. Anthony, the hero of my first book Blood Rage, worked briefly for the Nazis so that he could travel without question in war-occupied France to watch over a family he’d been protecting until the family’s relative (in the form of the book’s heroine, Dara) could get there and pull them out. He made it clear that all he would do for the Nazis was be certain no vampires were roaming the streets spying for the Allies.
3) The United States still went through its Civil Rights Movement in the 50’s and 60’s. The only difference (in my world) is that the non-humans fought for civil rights too. They were treated as something like second-class citizens until they finally won some protections (the vamps, for example, can work slightly off-normal shifts, to account for their daylight vulnerability, provided the altered shift doesn’t cause the employer undue hardship. Shifters aren’t required to work the graveyard shift the three nights of the full moon, though they do need to make the time up elsewhere in the month, without penalty or threat to their job security. And so on.)
As you can see, while the world is still (mostly) our world, there are distinct differences, and as the author, it’s our responsibility to track those changes so that you don’t have inconsistencies. One of my biggest regrets, one that I periodically try to motivate myself into going back to change, is that I didn’t create a series/world bible, to write down every single little detail as I went along. It makes it painful when I know I might have quoted a particular “book” in my world, or cited a law, and can’t remember the year the legislation passed. I have to weed through the two (almost three now) books I already have written to find the material. If this series was slated to go more than four books, I’d probably force myself to sit down and do it. I will just have to work very hard to make sure I don’t have any slips. Luckily, while I’m responsible for the content, my super-duper editor will catch certain details. But it’s better not to rely on her.
So, that’s my little bit on world building. I’ll leave you with the blurbs of the first two books, and hope to see some of you drop by my blog at www.torymichaels.com in the future!
For eighty years since the Great Awakening, humans and non-humans have lived in relative peace together. The peace is threatened when three bodies turn up less than a mile from the Bureau of Non-Human Affairs in Tampa, all bearing the signature of vampires who once terrorized Europe.
The Bureau’s chief liaison to the vampires, Dara MacKechnie, learns that the Tampa victims are not alone when her ex-lover, and head of the vampire’s Great Council, Anthony Caldwell comes calling. The pair discovers the lie that separated them two centuries ago only banked their passion, not extinguished it.
Dara must decide whether she can trust Anthony with her heart a second time as they try to head off the war that threatens all they hold dear.
Evernight Publishing / AmazonUK / AmazonUS / BookStrand / AllRomance / B&N
In the eighty years since the Great Awakening, humans and non-humans have lived side by side, relatively at peace. In an attack that leaves his wife dead, Jordan MacNaught is caught up in the start of a war meant to turn the other races against the vampires. He knows beyond a doubt the vampires of yesteryear are not involved in the attacks. They’re all dead, except for him.
Jordan asks for Chris Javert’s help in hunting those who murdered his wife. She’s no stranger to hunting vampires. After all, she nearly destroyed Jordan when she ended the reign of his Aristocrats in Europe two hundred years ago.
Despite doubts about Jordan’s innocence, Chris joins forces with him, the man who once tried to kill her, to save the inter-species pace from the new Aristocrats before war consumes them all
Evernight Publishing / Amazon UK / AmazonUS / BookStrand / AllRomance / B&N
Originally from the Sacramento Valley, Tory packed up and moved all the way to Southwest Florida in 2004 with her husband (a Florida native) under the premise that ‘hurricanes almost never hit that part of the state.’ That year, 4 blasted the area. 4 more came the following year, and her husband blames her for bringing the hurricanes. She now resides in Jacksonville and is relieved that, thus far, no more hurricanes have followed her around.
She began writing in kindergarten when a turnip wished to be human and, other than a hiatus shortly after getting married, has never stopped. Her love of vampires began somewhere in junior high, and combining the two loves didn’t take long. She loves music, considers herself a ‘book slut’ whose reading habits would break her family financially if given free reign, and is (usually) delighted to be a mommy of twin Shrimpettes and a Shrimp.
Website / Facebook/ The Dream-Walker War Facebook / Twitter / Goodreads
Sunday, July 29th, 2012 • Delilah Devlin
Writers are often asked whether or not their characters and stories are based on their lives, on something real. Of course, all writing has some of the writer’s truth in it, but for the most part, many fiction writers write exactly that – fiction.
Like them, my characters and stories come from within – sprouting from an ethereal place and taking shape in my consciousness. There is one story however, that is 100% autobiographical (with a few minor tweaks to protect the not-so-innocent).
“Come to Me” in Best Lesbian Erotica 2012 is based on real people and real events. The main character is me (of course) and the story is mine, and I felt that it was such a good story that it needed telling. I was right.
It is a story about two women who engage in sweaty, steamy sex, to be sure, but it is so much more. It is about being a woman – and whatever that may or may not mean. It’s about self-discovery and love of self. But on the surface, it is about how I learned to masturbate.
Being a person of highly libidinous tendencies, it always kind of irked me that I could not get myself off. Through my teen years, whenever I tried, it was – just – no — good. Fortunately, I had plenty of sex, but still… there were times I just wanted to rub one out.
A few years ago, I met this blue-eyed American butch who taught me how to really love my self. She didn’t give me lessons per se (I know my way around a pussy), but rather she taught me that masturbation is not an act of sexual desperation to be indulged in only when you are lacking a dance partner, but rather, an act of self-love that can and should be engaged in whether you have a partner or not. She taught me that being my own lover, satisfying my self, and getting down and dirty with my own body, was fucking hot. She taught me how to get turned on by me.
Cory and I had a brief, albeit torrid love affair, that ended in a literal tragedy. Prior to her I had only been attracted to femmes, but as an added bonus, she taught me how scorching hot butches can be. She is gone now, but I learned more from being with her for a much-too-short six months than I learned from any other lover (including my wife of almost fifteen years). I will always treasure these lessons (in fact, I just may ‘treasure’ one of them right now).
Excerpt from “No, Tell Me How You Really Feel” from Girls Who Score: Hot Lesbian Erotica:
(link to GWS: http://www.amazon.com/Girls-Who-Score-Lesbian-Erotica/dp/1573448257)
I sit high up in the bleachers waiting for the game to start, dressed in tight jeans, sneakers, and a hoodie emblazoned with the school’s crest pulled up over my head, obscuring my face. Yes, I have school spirit, but no one has to know about it. So, once a week during volleyball season, I don my “average person” disguise so I can attend the games without ruining my reputation with the coffee-house crowd.
The announcer starts calling out the names over the loudspeaker. This is my favorite part. “Number Twenty-Three and captain of the Lady Blue Jays, Julianne Murphy!”
She trots out of the hallway and into the gym/auditorium and stands there looking around. The bleachers are half empty, which is an improvement from previous games. I guess her efforts to engage the student body are working. She looks happy and I want to slap her. Doesn’t she realize that there is more to life than sports? More to life than just refining your, admittedly hot, body? What about cultivating your brain? I shake my head. Jocks don’t have brains, I remind myself. She dominates the court, spikes the ball into the faces of our enemies and brings home the win. I go home and rub my clit raw thinking about how much she annoys me.
Author Bio: ILY GOYANES is a journalist, food blogger, culture critic, publisher, and a widely published erotic fiction writer. She writes the viral food column “Fuming Foodie” for the Miami New Times (Village Voice Media) and is editor-in-chief of Arketipo187 Magazine, a digital publication that covers news, culture, and lifestyle. You can sample her writing in Best Lesbian Erotica 2012, Lesbian Cops: Erotic Investigations, Spankalicious: Erotic Adventures in Spanking, Power Plays, and Girls Who Score: Hot Lesbian Erotica. Follow Ily on Twitter @realily and follow her small press @ampersanded.
Thursday, July 26th, 2012 • Delilah Devlin
Genesis: Creating Worlds
Have you ever wondered how writer’s come up with such elaborate world’s to which their stories unfold? What goes through the mind of an author as they create unique characters and scenery that captures reader’s attention and welcomes them to their realm with open arms? Like most authors I have my own personal approach to this task but felt compelled to ask my colleagues their opinion. The “Muse” apparently takes a big chunk of the credit but they are only the embers to the fire. The METHOD that stokes the embers is where we as authors differ. Many authors create as they go and just “end up” with their own world. You may often hear these authors refer to themselves as “Pantsers”. Their worlds are formed randomly and completely from pure imagination.
I admire those writers. Ok, I admit… I am jealous of them. They write and second guess themselves a lot less than most others. I am way too analytical for that and often try to anticipate questions as I write…which makes me have to stop and research…but we will get to that.
Then there are the “Plotters”. Plotters, when creating worlds, tend to be visual in nature. Maps, Diagrams, Character Bios, Sketches, all play a part when these authors create their world. They want you to be able to visualize what they create so it’s kind of important that they actually…see it.
I get it.
Then there are those writers like myself…a combination of the two. I like to call us “Big Bang” Authors (like Big Bang Theory but not the television show) or “Genesis Authors” (That can be a bit narcissistic but, I digress). We take the insistent banging from the muse and make it snowball into a slew of characters, diagrams, charts, and stories that often spin off into their own sub series.
What starts as the inspiration for one story ends up world with a multitude of complex characters and sub stories to be told. By the end of the original story you have plotted out seven others to obsess about for the next year. When you get into parallel dimensions or the various other “types of worlds” the authors utilize things get even crazier. For example, I like a bit of history, some modern day flair, and mix it with a bit of Paranormal/Fantasy. What exactly does that mean? Well, I like to take a historical figure or aspect and say “what if” in modern day. Kind of like Abe Lincoln: Vampire Hunter but set in today’s time. I ask “What If so-and-so really existed but instead of being human, were a vampire…or werewolf.” From there I create my world focused around that. Then out comes the timelines, extensive research, the charts and well, you get the picture.
Yes it can be a bit excessive for some of us but that’s kind of the point. A good story makes the reader feel as if they were a part of the story – or at least among friends. How can you achieve that when the reader cannot envision the world you create? If, by the end of the story, the reader feels like they are losing a good friend or leaving home for the first time, then the author has done a good job.
Tuesday, July 24th, 2012 • Delilah Devlin
Up for grabs?
* a grand prize of $50 Amazon GC
* Two print copies of the Girls Who Bite anthology, signed by Delilah Devlin (editor) – US/Canada only
* Digital copies of:
Christine d’Abo’s Dom for Sale
Sacchi Green’s Girl Fever (Kindle version only)
Adele Dubois The Crystal Altar
Delilah Devlin’s and Paisley Smith’s Bitten in the Big Easy
Paisley Smith’s Beguiled
Michael M. Jones’s Like A Cunning Plan: Erotic Trickster Tales
July 23: Books Are Magic
July 24: Delighted Reader Book Reviews
July 25: Megan Slayer – Too Hot To Handle
July 26: Black Hippie Chick’s View on Books and the World
July 27: All I want and more
Monday, July 23rd, 2012 • Delilah Devlin
My youngest daughter has posed the question to me more than once of whether I’d prefer to be a werewolf or a vampire. I always answer werewolf without a second thought. My reason is no matter who wrote them, every werewolf I’ve ever read about is still at least half human. That got me to thinking about the differences in paranormal creatures. And what about that term, paranormal? Is there really anything normal about them?
In the world of the inhuman, there are degrees of normality. Vampires are expected to drink blood. Werewolves are expected to turn at the full moon. Zombies are dead, there’s no two ways about it. But of course one of the best things about being the author is we get to play around with those worlds. I can make my werewolves a little more or less normal even among their own kind. If I don’t want the moon to mean a single thing to them, it won’t. If I want their wolf half to be a separate consciousness, it will be. I love reading all the nuances various authors spin on the many paranormal creatures.
When I created my world for They Call Me Death I had a couple of facts firmly in mind. My shape-shifters would be able to change at will and they would be able to pass as their animal counterpart if needed. In other words, the werewolves can be small as wolves or as large as their normal body mass would allow. That might not be a big difference in the wolves, but the birds are something else. I also decided to use every animal in existence rather than just wolves. Does my book have weresnails…uh, no. But they aren’t ruled out.
So what do you think is normal for a paranormal creature? Is there one set characteristic you like to read in your shifters, or other paranormals? Leave a comment with your answer and your email address and you might win an ebook copy of THEY CALL ME DEATH.
Humans are no longer at the top of the food chain…
My name is Alexia Williams. In my world, North America is divided between north and south—but not the way it’s taught in the history books.
After losing my family to the shifters, I joined the Combined Human States Army. Now I find myself on the front lines, defending the wall between my species and theirs. My mission is simple: keep the animals on their side by whatever means necessary—and I’m good at it. I don’t talk to them. I don’t sympathize with them. I sure as hell don’t admire them…until one saves my life.
Andor isn’t like any shifter I’ve ever met. He’s a three-hundred-year-old golden eagle asking for help finding missing shifters who may be in my lands. I just have to decide between helping the animals or ignoring signs that my fellow humans aren’t what I thought they were. But how can I help a species I hate and fear? Even if Andor makes me feel alive again?
In the land of the shifters…they call me Death.
*Make reading a guilty pleasure…*
Thursday, July 12th, 2012 • Delilah Devlin
Writers are just like actors, waiting for the critics to praise or pan their work! We wait impatiently, hoping we hit the mark. From Erotica Revealed, it’s a hit! Here’s a snippet:
“…sixteen excellent stories of lesbian paranormal erotica… The stories in this collection are all exciting and well-written. Editor Delilah Devlin has picked a fine host of fiction for this anthology, each of which works as an exemplar of erotic fiction and together they collectively work to fulfil the promise of the title.
She Shifters explores a wide array of metaphors for female sexuality and lesbian intimacy and presents the reader with an accessible selection of stories that can be enjoyed for the surface pleasure of erotic fulfilment, or can be considered for the greater depth that they give to this genre.”
Tuesday, July 10th, 2012 • Delilah Devlin
Don’t forget to go forth and find your copy of the newly released, SHE SHIFTERS! In the meantime, meet a dear friend of mine, Desiree Holt. Watch put—she’s a ball of fire! ~DD
First of all, huge thanks to Delilah for hosting me today. It was her books that first turned me to the dark side of shapeshifting and inspired this series.
I’m having a love affair with the wolf. He is such a legendary, mysterious animal that it’s hard not to be fascinated by him. In many areas wolves frequently feature in the folklore and mythology of those cultures, both positively and negatively.
Shapeshifting has become a popular subject for fiction of all kinds. The use of it in romance fiction has increased exponentially in the past few years. Authors have written about packs who inhabit entire towns, shifting at will but keeping to their human shape in the presence of strangers. The mating of humans and shifters has again become a subject of romantic fiction, and has given rise to many successful books.
For me it’s the excitement of knowing alpha males can change in a shimmer of stars to an animal whose primary drive is to protect its own. To know that strong women can become strong mates in both wolf and human form. The wolf is my hero. I hope he will be yours. Come peek into his wolf in Lust Unleashed, Book One: Night Seekers.
The Chupacabra has been a legend for decades, stretching from South America to North America, sighted in many place. Ranchers swore they’d killed it only to have it turn out to be a mutated goat or coyote. And the killing spree continued—animals and humans alike. Was it a wolf? A vampire? The legend continued to grow.
When billionaire Jason Stafford’s wife and daughter were killed by the Chupacabra and none of the state or federal agencies could trace the half man/half animal, he funded his own team. He chose carefully from the best law enforcement agencies as well as the private sector across the country. Six of the eight selected are shifters themselves, each representing a wolf pack whose members had fallen prey to killers. Each one of them had also been affected by the beast and so had personal reasons to find and kill it. Known simply as The Night Seekers (because they hunt most effectively at night), they work from an isolated ranch property in Texas, with all the latest high tech equipment and any other resources they might need. Their only mission: find and stop the Chupacabra.
Jonah Grey, driven by a lust for the blood of the legendary Chupacabra who murdered the woman he was to mate with, jumps at the offer to leave the FBI and join Night Seekers, who are dedicated to hunting and killing the devil beast. Jonah encounters a woman and there is such explosive chemistry between them that neither can turn away from it, and the sex that follows brings them to a level of pleasure neither has ever known before. He divides his time between tracking the Chupacabra and erotic bouts of orgasmic sex with Dakota. But he’s a wolf and the devil beast must still be dealt with.
Jonah leaned against the headboard of the bed, pillows propped behind him, and watched as Dakota opened a bottle of wine, poured the amber liquid into two glasses and carried them to the bed. They were both still completely naked and her body was fluid motion. Graceful. Artless. If he were an artist he’d want to paint her.
Her skin was a golden color and he noticed there were no tan lines. Out here in the middle of nowhere she could sunbathe nude without fear of prying eyes. Her breasts were high and firm, tipped by dusky nipples still hard from the attention of his mouth. Her dark hair cascaded down her back, wispy bangs drifting across her forehead. Thick lashes framed eyes blacker than night and high cheekbones defined the exotic quality of her face.
Her long legs moved easily around the room, the rounded globes of her ass tempting him as she turned her back to him. His cock swelled and hardened just watching her.
A tiny frisson of guilt raced through him as he realized he had given himself to this woman as completely as he had to Jenna. Would she see it as a betrayal? No, Jenna was a person who believed in giving completely, holding nothing back. Inexplicably he’d felt her spirit encouraging him, urging him to do this. But he feared the guilt would always be there, a barrier to a new relationship, until the devil beast was finally captured and killed.
“Heavy thoughts?” Dakota was standing beside the bed.
Jonah wiped everything from his mind but her naked presence. Something was pulling them together and he wasn’t about to throw it away. Somehow he’d deal with the inner turmoil of his conflicting emotions.
“Not too bad.” He curved his lips into a smile. “Thinking about you.”
“Here.” She handed him the wine. “I don’t usually drink this early in the day but today I’m making an exception. I thought it might be more appropriate than coffee.”
Jonah grinned. “I think all things considered it’s a good exception to make.”
He shifted to make room for her next to him, holding the wine with one hand and looping his other arm across her shoulders. The press of her body against his was like a lit match to his skin. God, how could he want this woman so fiercely when he barely knew her and they’d just had off-the-charts sex?
The word singed his brain. Forcibly he pushed it away. He was no longer in the market for a mate. Besides, he was sure if she saw him shift that would kill any relationship.
No! She believes in legends and the unusual. Don’t write this off.
He took a healthy swallow of his wine, hoping to derail his thoughts. He had a mission and he couldn’t lose sight of that, no matter how much he desired this woman or how fantastic the sex was.
“Would I sound too unsophisticated or cliché if I say I don’t usually do this?” she asked.
Jonah had to stop himself from chuckling. He was pretty sure she didn’t do this on a regular basis, considering her situation. And he was the one who practically attacked her. Shifters acted on their lust when it surged through him. He was just worried she’d think he made a regular habit of it.
“No worries.” His fingers drew circles on her shoulder. “I felt the heat between us and so did you. It’s all good.” When she didn’t say anything else, he asked, “So are you saying you don’t have any…relationships with men?”
“I’m saying I learned long ago to keep my urges to myself and live alone.”
Her voice was flat but he detected the undertone of pain. Someone had hurt her, badly. Or maybe several someones. A sense of protectiveness flared within him. Who would deliberately hurt an erotic flower like this? Who could be so cruel? But he could answer his own question. In his life, both personal and professional, he’d unfortunately seen all kinds of cruelty.
On impulse he reached for her hand and wound his fingers through hers, squeezing them gently. He was surprised when she gave him an answering compression.
She took a sip of her wine as if to distract them both from the conversation. “Tell me about the story you’re writing.”
Story? Oh, yeah. My cover.
“It’s actually a series for National Crime Magazine. My boss is fascinated by the legend of the Chupacabra. There have been so many conflicting stories. Each time a body’s discovered the interest flares up again. So I’m checking things out.”
“That’s all it is, you know. A legend. People have created this absurd story for publicity value. And to explain what they don’t have answers for.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You really think that?”
Dakota ran her fingertip around the rim of her glass. “This town’s really been crazy since the hunters’ bodies were found. Without any other resolution, it was natural for them to bring up the legend. But I don’t believe in it.”
Lust Unleashed is available now in both print and ebook from Amazon, Barnes & Noble and other online bookstores.
Hope you’ll follow me on Twitter @desireeholt, on Facebook (Desire Holt) and my blog, Under My Hat at http://www.desireeholt.com/.
Monday, July 9th, 2012 • Delilah Devlin
Tomorrow’s the official release day, although Amazon is already selling the book. If you prefer the quest of entering a brick-and-mortar store to find your books, tomorrow’s the day to begin!
We’ve given snippets to tease you, told you what inspired our stories. We really do think that the moment you crack the cover and settle into a deep, comfy chair, you’ll begin a journey.
I’m posting my introduction to the book beneath the cover picture. We hope you enjoy the journey. Let us know…
Introduction: The Shapes of Desire
The concept of shapeshifters—beings both human and animal—ignites our imaginations with visions of primal passions and insatiable hungers. Most commonly seen as dark, masculine demons, I felt shapeshifters were in need of a metaphysical overhaul—a new feminine/Sapphic blending of physical power and inescapable desires.
So, I sent out a call for submissions and asked writers to re-imagine common myths. Traditional lycanthropes and feline familiars were welcome—if told with a fresh twist. However, I wanted new, inventive tales celebrating feminine power, lust, and erotic love.
Above all, as always, I wanted a surprise.
Writers took my suggestions to heart. Rather than an in-box filled with werewolf stories that my friend Kate Douglas already does so well, I read stories filled with cats, snakes, mice, cobras, seals… So much variety of species, and from such a rich mixture of mythologies, that choosing among them was painfully hard.
In the end, I chose the stories that touched my emotions. Those that painted a lushly erotic picture and made me smile or cry. I’m a pretty jaded reader. If a story can affect me, I figure others will appreciate it, too.
Usually, the idea of shapeshifting creatures is meant to elicit shivers of horror. But imagine the possibilities if the animal lurking under the skin of a woman is searching for love. Even a demon with fangs and fur can long for a tender caress. Imagine again, a human who discovers her most erotic fantasies embodied in a wild, untamable lover.
Inside She Shifters, you’ll discover how it feels to be embraced inside the warm, feathered wings of a phoenix, explore faded memories of a past life to find your one true love, race through a rain forest morphing from tiger to kingfisher, and watch your lover surrender her seal’s pelt to walk hand in hand with you along a cold and lonely shore.
Love comes running, slithering, flying—in all shapes of desire.
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