Title: Time Shifters
Author: Myra Nour
Genre: Paranormal Romance w/ Time Travel Elements
Release Date: May 1 2015
Briana has heard his voice for years in dreams. Calling to her. She hears that same voice in the handsome stranger she meets on vacation. Captivating and so familiar. When he unexpectedly transforms into a werewolf, Briana flees in horror. She knows him … he is the wolfman who haunts her dreams. More than anything else, it is her lustful response to the beast that terrifies her.
When Raynor finally meets his mate, he is confused by her reaction and even more so by her response when he shifts. She doesn't recognize him. In an attempt to escape, Briana jumps through the time portal of his people, landing her in Medieval England. Raynor must rescue her, which requires bonding with Briana as her mate. But first he must teach Briana that she is a shifter, then convince her not to be repelled by her other self, an ancient, powerful shifter. A snakewoman.
She edged backwards a few steps. “Are vampires or werewolves more dangerous?”
“Neither, to you.” He waved in her direction, “Come back to the fire, you’re starting to tremble.”
“I’m not cold, I feel sick. I think I’m scared to death.”
He chuckled, “You’re not going to die; come warm up my sweet.”
Suddenly, she clutched her stomach with both arms. “I’m telling you I’m sick, like I’m going to throw up.”
His gaze became concerned and then alarmed when her trembles turned into violent spasms
“Help me!” She reached one arm toward him with a panicked expression.
Raynor bounded across the room, gripped both her arms and tried to capture her gaze. He must explain, must guide her, for she was on the verge of her first shift. Probably, it was the fear of being thrown into this chaotic world. She almost pitched from his hands so terrible were her spasms; her eyes were glazed and wild. There’d be no getting through to her in this state.
Quickly, he flipped her around and started unlacing her dress. Even in her fugue state she tried to fight his undressing, but this swiftly faded when the sharp pains of the first shifting struck her. It took a few minutes to struggle with the strange clothing and divest her of them.
The mist had enveloped her by the time he kicked the material aside; he’d get no clear view of her lovely form like he’d been dying to all along. He fumbled and found her hands within the fog, determined to hold on and give her what support he could. Regret hit him like a brick. No time to explain the process to her, or even tell her she was a shifter and what was about to happen to her. No time to reassure her that everything would be all right.
Briana’s grip became stronger as she changed. It seemed she sensed his presence and was holding on with every fiber of her being. Only once did a scream emit from the protective veil, one that shot through him with an emotional agony. When the haze began to dissipate some minutes later, Raynor was shocked. He’d seen many shifters in his time, but never one as magnificent in his estimation, or as wild, as his mate standing before him.
She stood a good two feet taller than him; at least with the way she balanced on her tail. For some reason, the old B movie “Lair of the White Worm” came to mind. His beloved was a very enticing snakewoman.
Still the same fascinating face. Her sharp cheekbones, large eyes, and lush mouth gave her an extremely sexy look. The shiny auburn brown hair was as it was before.. But those lovely, pale green eyes were different; the pupils slit-shaped and wicked.
The upper body...he was positive was the same. Looked like the same beautiful breasts, which jutted out proudly from her clothes earlier, but the small dark pink nipples were hard nubs due to the cold. And the same gently curving waist that flared into womanly hips. Only, those hips were now covered from the waist down with snake-patterned skin, an intriguing python-like composition. The brown and beige coloring matched well with her tanned skin and brown hair. The length of her snake body was nine to ten feet, the tail slimming down gradually, the end barely larger than his wrist.
What time period clothes to do you wish was still in style and what style do you wish would disappear?
I like Grecian and Roman clothes for women. They look cool and comfortable. And pretty. The men in short tunics would be great if they have the body, especially the legs to support such a look. Most men’s legs are skinny so I’d say no.:)
I do like the romantic look of men in long sleeved white shirts and a cloak.
I wish low hanging pants would die out and never return. Ugh. I do not wish to see your underwear, especially when it is hanging off your ass!
My husband has great tastes in clothes. They are neat, fit well and look good on his athletic body. It’s not just me; he always gets stares from women no matter what he wears. So I think it is more having a flare for what looks good on you if you are a man. Whether it is a suit or pair of jeans and tshirt.
Myra has published 14 books with Ellora's Cave & New Concepts Publishing. She enjoys writing romances with paranormal, fantasy & S/F elements, creating believable characters, and is known for her vivid imagination. Recently she has been writing horror; one short story was published by Undead Press in the House of Terror anthology.
Since 2012 she started Book & Trailer Showcase with her husband Simon. She is CEO of the company and BTS Book Reviews Magazine. Her EC novels have been released to her this year with the goal of turning them into Indie books.
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