The Shapeshifter's Bride
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The Shapeshifter's Bride

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Eva Harlowe Paranormal

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Daisy Sawyer was a twenty-five-year-old junkie who lived in LA as a party girl until she got busted one night and had to call her older brother, Alec, for help. As a teen, she escaped her clan’s stronghold in Northern California and went off to New York to attend university before settling in Los Angeles. Daisy is a wereleopard allergic to other wereleopards. When she is around them, her skin blisters, and she suffers from deep tissue agony. It had always been this way and only got worse as she got older. She’d been using opiates as a way to suppress the pain and slow down the Change. In exchange for springing her out of jail, Alec wants her to come home… provided that she cleans herself up and takes her place at his side.
But Alec did not tell her that someone has been systematically murdering the pregnant leopards of their clan.
Alec instead hires a bodyguard for Daisy, a mysterious man named Christian Eastwick. Alec once saved his life, so in turn, Christian made a blood vow to serve Alec at his greatest time of need. But even Alec doesn’t know who or what Christian really is. If he did, he wouldn’t have entrusted the safety of his only living sibling to the man. Christian is one of the last true shapeshifters. Not only can shift into any animal he chooses, but he could also copy the appearance, mannerisms, and personality of any person, too. Most of his kind had been slaughtered over generations because no one could trust them.
But Christian knows Daisy is essential and must be kept alive. He will protect her at all costs. Even if he has to bind her to himself and take her away from everything she has ever known.

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Epilogue

Nicholas Eastwick tasted lightning on his tongue three seconds before the package arrived. Fifteen years of shifting between forms had taught him to read the air's electric signatures—this one screamed of mountain peaks and ancient temples, of his uncle Cassius's particular brand of chaos wrapped in brown paper and international postage.

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