SHIFTER’S WISH

by Louise Cypress

Publication Date: June 17, 2019

Genres: Adult, Young Adult, Paranormal, Romance

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SYNOPSIS

When his family is threatened, a shifter must choose between high school and a life of crime.

For the past six hundred years the Byrd family members have been shifters with avian powers. Seventeen-year-old Rolf is the only Byrd who transforms into a dog. Rolf knows that when his mom looks at him, all she sees is a mutant, but Rolf has plans for his future that go beyond shifting.

Rolf is using senior year to shoot Desperate Dawn, a film that he hopes will win him a prestigious scholarship to the University of Southern California. If Rolf can convince Summer Hathaway to be his leading lady, he’ll be golden. But when Rolf finds twenty dead ravens on his porch, shifter problems show up at his door.

Snake bites, wild coyotes, and drive-by shootings–Rolf’s neighborhood suddenly becomes a deadly place to be. Summer’s douchebag boyfriend makes it worse, especially when he attacks Rolf’s sister. Rolf will do anything to protect the people he loves, even if it means giving up on his dreams. Hopefully, he won’t have to.

Shoot the film. Get the girl. Save his family. It’s a good thing that Rolf can fight like a dog.

EXCLUSIVE REVEAL EXCERPT

Summer sat on the couch wearing a lacy white sundress and high heels. Her blonde hair fell in curls around her shoulders, and long golden earrings brushed against the spaghetti straps of her dress. She laughed at something her friend Ansley said, and her brown eyes gleamed. Most guys at school thought that Ansley was the hot one. She had curves and a wiggle-walk like Kim Kardashian. But Summer was Emma Watson. Cool, elegant, and unfortunately for me, untouchable. Unless you were her douchebag boyfriend, Zach.

But I wasn’t myself right now—Rolf Byrd the short but adorable star of every school play Poway High had staged for the past three years. I was Trouble, and I could climb into any lap I wanted. Not that I would of course, unless I was invited. I wasn’t a pervert and I knew the importance of consent. In my experience, though, consent was a lot easier to acquire when you weighed fourteen pounds.

Summer’s scent drifted over to me, rose shampoo and minty gum. When she crossed and uncrossed her legs I started to pant. The canine in me wanted to lick her ankles. The seventeen-year-old human in me fought to not let my dog senses take over.

Dory set me on the ground. “Don’t pee on anything,” she said sternly.

“Careful!” Rain bent down and slid her hands under my feet and belly. “He might get stepped on.” She lifted me up into the air and turned me to face her. Rain had brown eyes like her sister, fringed by thick lashes that were magnified by the red glasses she wore. “You’re such a cutie pie!” she said before pulling me to her shoulder like she was burping a baby.

I squirmed, trying not to step on something I shouldn’t. This was my future sister-in-law, after all.

“Rain, that’s not how you hold a dog. You’ll hurt his back,” said Summer.

“Oh my god, who brought a dog to the party?” Ansley asked.

“It’s Dory’s beagle,” said Rain as she carried me over to the couch. “Isn’t he adorable?”

“Is he a puppy?” Ansley asked.

“Nope. He’s a pocket beagle,” said Dory. She walked over to where the girls were sitting, but there was no room for her to sit down, so she perched on the couch’s arm next to Ansley.

“Can I hold him?” Summer asked with a huge smile on her face. “What’s his name?”

“Trouble,” Dory said. “Just be careful he doesn’t hump your leg.”

I’d make my sister pay for that remark, but right now I had more important things to deal with, like holding myself together so I didn’t contort back into my naked human form in Summer’s lap. Because I was in her lap now—sweet mercy, I was in her lap. It was soft, warm, and inviting, and I was the perfect fit. Summer’s long fingers stroked my fur and made my tail wag. My paws pushed against her dress and my claws caught on lace, giving me the traction I needed to nuzzle up against her stomach.

“What a handsome dog,” said Summer. “If I had a dog like this, I’d never put him down.”

“He’s a handful, all right,” said Dory.

“Does he sleep in bed with you?” asked Rain.

“No way.” Dory wrinkled her nose. “That would be gross.”

“I don’t think so.” Summer slid one hand all the way down my front and the other picked up my rear. She raised me up until I was inches from her lips. “If I had this little guy, I’d let him sleep right next to me.” Summer pressed her nose to mine and she puckered up. “How about a kiss?”

ABOUT LOUISE CYPRESS

Louise Cypress believes in friendship, true love, and the everlasting power of books. She has never met a vampire, but she has been to a Love Sucks concert on Valentine’s Day. Like Morgan, Louise can often be found curled up with a romance novel on Saturday night, diet soda in hand, secretly wishing bustles were back in fashion. Louise lives in San Diego, California, where the beach is crowded and summer is immortal.