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Paranormal
Shapeshifter
Cowboys
and
Supernaturals
Sheriff
Jonathan
MacSweeny
is in
charge
of
keeping
the
peace in
Prospect
Springs.
Frontier
living
isn’t
what it
used to
be. It’s
hard to
survive
in the
New Old
West and
it’s
even
harder
when
your
area
doesn’t
exactly
embrace
supernaturals—and
you howl
at the
moon.
That
being
said,
he’s
good at
his job
and has
a
reputation
with the
ladies.
When he
learns
his
childhood
sweetheart
is to be
married
off to
the town
sleazebag,
he goes
in guns
blazing
to see
to it
she’s
his.
Problem
is,
Molly
isn’t
the same
girl he
remembers
from ten
years
prior.
Now
she’s a
gun-toting,
foul-mouthed,
vixen
with a
badge of
her own.
Special
Marshal
Molly
Cogan
never
planned
to set
foot
back in
Prospect
Springs.
When her
friend
gets the
harebrained
idea to
steal
her
identity
in an
attempt
to
protect
her from
the
bounty
the
outlaws
have on
her
head,
Molly
finds
herself
standing
right
smack
dab in
the
middle
of
chaos—or
home in
her
case. It
isn’t
long
before
Jonathan
is
there,
flashing
that
famous
MacSweeny
boy
smile
and
tempting
her in
ways she
wasn’t
prepared
for.
This
heart-hardened
Marshal
has her
work cut
out for
her if
she
plans to
face her
past
fears
and her
past
sweetheart.
Warning:
This
novella contains strong
language
and
shape
shifting cowboys
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
New West
Frontier,
Prospect
Springs,
New
Earth,
2807
“Jon,
what the
hell do
you
think
you’re
doing?
You
can’t go
riding
into
town,
kicking
up a row
and
laying
claim to
another
man’s
property.”
Jonathan
MacSweeny
glared
at his
best
friend
and
cousin,
Eli
MacSweeny.
Jonathan’s
temperament
had been
bad to
start
with. It
only
worsened
since
he’d
gotten
up and
this
wasn’t
helping
it along
any. At
the
current
rate of
progression,
he’d be
likely
to shoot
fire
from his
eyes and
tear a
man limb
from
limb
before
the
night
was out.
The
first
was out
of reach
even for
someone
like
Jonathan,
but the
second
was a
distinct
possibility.
“Just
because
the man
had a
hand in
fatherin’
her
doesn’t
mean he
owns
her,”
Jonathan
stressed.
“And if
I feel
like
making a
scene, I
will.”
He
fisted
the
reins of
his
horse—the
need to
be on
their
way was
great
for
Jonathan.
Every
second
they
delayed
was a
second
he could
have had
with the
woman
who
turned
him
inside
out with
nothing
more
than a
glance.
“According
to the
law, her
daddy
does own
her.
Least
‘til
she’s
married
off,
then her
husband
does.”
Eli
tipped
his head
slightly,
sending
dark
strands
of hair
over his
shoulders.
The
jet-black
hair was
a
MacSweeny
trait,
one the
ladies
seemed
to adore
and the
church-going
elderly
women
seemed
to take
as a
sign of
the
devil.
Probably
didn’t
help
much
that the
boys had
inhuman
eyes.
They
weren’t
exactly
human so
it sort
of went
hand-in-hand.
Thankfully,
over the
years,
the
religious
people
in
Prospect
Springs
had come
to
understand
that
although
by all
outward
appearances
the
MacSweeny
family
was
touched
by the
devil,
they
meant no
harm and
were
honest
boys.
Who and
what
they
were
wasn’t a
total
secret
because
the
rumors
floated.
The boys
did
nothing
to stop
the
scuttlebutt.
Almost
all of
them had
remained
in the
area.
None had
started
families
yet. It
was
probably
a good
thing
since
there
were so
many of
them.
Hell,
there
were
four in
his
immediate
family
alone.
Eli had
two
brothers.
That had
them up
to seven
already
and
Jonathan
hadn’t
even
begun to
think
about
his
other
two
uncles
and
their
boys.
All
boys.
All
rowdy.
All
different.
All
special.
“The law
is
wrong,
Eli,”
Jonathan
said.
“Plain
and
simple,
the man
has no
right to
force
his
daughter
to wed a
lecherous
bastard
just
because
it’ll
get his
parish
bigger
donations.
Gerald
Wilson
is a
snake
who has
raped
more
women
than not
and I’m
not
about to
let him
get his
hands on
Molly.”
Again.
He
didn’t
voice
his last
concern
but it
was
evident
from the
tension
that
filled
the
area.
Jonathan
would
rot in
the pits
of hell
before
he ever
allowed
Gerald
Wilson
near
Molly
again.
He’d
spent a
decade
regretting
having
been
foolish
enough
to leave
her
accessible
to
Gerald
to begin
with. He
should
have
claimed
her as
his mate
the
minute
he’d
realized
that’s
what she
was to
him.
It was
an
absurd
thought
and he
knew it.
They’d
been too
young
for him
to go
with his
gut.
Gerald
hadn’t
cared a
bit
about
Molly’s
innocence.
For that
alone
Jonathan
had
watched
the
bastard
from a
distance,
waiting
for him
to step
out of
line so
he’d be
justified
in
killing
him.
“Yap,
yap,
yap,”
Parker,
Jonathan’s
older
brother,
said, as
he rode
up next
to him.
He
steadied
his
horse
and
nodded
out
toward
the
night.
“I hear
ya
talkin’,
little
brother,
but I
don’t
hear you
saying
what it
is
you’re
going to
do to
rectify
the
situation.”
“Rectify?”
Eli
grinned.
It
didn’t
take
much to
figure
out he
was in
the mood
for
mischief.
“Trust
the
doctor
to swoop
in and
start up
with
fancy
words.
We might
need to
stop by
a
Frontier
Stall
and look
that
there
one up.”
Parker
put his
middle
finger
in the
air and
offered
a cocky
smile.
“Doctor
that,
asshole.
And
seems to
me the
lawyer
in the
family
would
have
some
pull in
regards
to
changing
the laws
but it’d
appear
you are
as
worthless
as your
last
girlfriend
claimed
you to
be.” He
let his
middle
finger
droop
slowly
as his
gaze
slid to
Eli’s
groin.
Eli
shrugged.
“Seein’
as how I
had her
screaming
my name
out in
ecstasy
behind
the
General
Store I
can’t
see how
I’d be
labeled
worthless.
A bit
randy
maybe,
but
worthless?
No.” He
rubbed
his
chin,
doing
his best
to
conceal
a wicked
grin.
They got
entirely
too much
joy out
of
poking
fun at
one
another.
“As far
as laws
go, I
don’t
get to
change
‘em. I
only get
to twist
the
already
existing
ones to
my
advantage.”
Jonathan’s
ears
perked
as he
fingered
his
sidearm
and then
his
badge.
The
silver
burned
slightly
as he
touched
it but
still,
his hand
remained.
It was a
reminder
of not
only who
he was
but what
he was.
He was
the
sheriff
but was
also
more
than a
man. The
beast,
who
suffered
a
sensitivity
to
silver,
swore an
oath to
protect
Molly
and the
man
supported
the
decision
wholeheartedly.
The two
had come
to a
conclusion
long
ago—she
was not
to be
harmed
and, one
day, she
would be
his.
“Got any
law-twisting
planned,
cousin?”
“A whole
lot of
begging,
Jon.
That’s
‘bout
it.” Eli
chuckled.
“Well,
that and
I told
Parker
to bring
along
some
aspirin.
You
might
need it
after
you go
and get
yourself
hung
over a
woman.
Be
thankful
a hangin’
won’t
kill ya.
Just
make
your
head and
neck
hurt for
a few
days.
Now, if
they
decide
to run
silver
spikes
through
your
heart or
chop
your
head
off,
well,
that’s
another
matter.”
“Wonderful.”
He
didn’t
bother
to hide
his
sarcasm.
“And
thanks
for the
show of
support.
It warms
me to
know my
kin are
positive
I’ll get
my neck
snapped
before
the
day’s
out.”
The tiny
snort
that
came
from Eli
wasn’t
lost on
him,
neither
was the
piercing
gaze the
man gave
him.
Those
lavender
eyes
always
seemed
to know
the
truth.
Eli
stated
the
obvious
anyway.
“Jon,
this is
an awful
lot of
trouble
to go
through
for a
girl you
ain’t
even
seen
since
she was
but
knee-high.
What’s
it been?
Ten
years
now?”
It was
the
truth.
Jonathan
hadn’t
seen
Molly
Cogan
since
she was
sixteen
but that
didn’t
matter
any.
When
word of
her
father’s
plans
reached
him,
he’d
been
blinded
by rage.
Molly
had been
a free
spirit,
a female
renegade.
So much
so, her
father
had sent
her
away,
shamed
by her
even
though
there
was
nothing
to be
ashamed
about.
Molly
was a
rare
treasure,
or at
least
she had
been.
And damn
well
always
will be,
MacSweeny.
He
smiled
as his
inner
voice
chastised
him as
quickly
and as
sharply
as Molly
would.
He held
tighter
to the
reins of
his
horse.
It
would’ve
been
faster
to take
his
steel
steed.
They
were
built to
look
like
real
horses
except
for the
legs.
Steel
steeds
had
none.
They
hovered
just off
the
ground,
six to
eight
inches.
Jonathan
had
mounted
handlebars
on the
neck of
his.
They
helped
to steer
better
and
allowed
him to
lean
forward
more,
cutting
wind
resistance.
All the
MacSweeny
boys had
steel
steeds
but the
damn
mechanical
beasts
tended
to be
unpredictable
and
since
they ran
on both
fuel and
solar
power,
one
needed
to be
sure one
had
plenty
of both.
Fuel
wasn’t
an
issue,
it was
sunlight.
There
wasn’t a
whole
heck of
a lot of
it left
for the
day and
there
was no
way in
hell
Jonathan
was
gonna
chance
anything
ruining
him
getting
to
Molly.
No, he’d
take
what was
tried
and
true,
his
mare.
“Let’s
ride.”
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writing becomes
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within the first page. I
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down it was that good.
The characters connected
beautifully and had me
laughing out loud with
their bantering.
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ISBN:
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Release
Date: Sept
2011
Word Count: 18,900
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