Shifter Mate Magic
Ice Age Shifters
Book One
Carol Van Natta
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Chavanch Press
Date of Publication: May 2018
ISBN: 978-1946165077
ASIN: B07C7NHNGD
Number of pages: 130
Word Count: 38,000
Cover Artist: Amanda Kelsey
Tagline: Pregnant and running for her life, a woman must trust a sexy bear shifter to get them both to a magical sanctuary town.
Book Description:
A lonely bear shifter meets his mate. She’s running for her life and doesn’t have time for romance.
Pregnant Jackie Breton just escaped from a corrupt feline pack intent on selling her half-shifter baby to the highest bidder. She’s smart, independent, and has a desperate plan to keep her baby safe: Get away from the pride as fast and far as possible.
Trevor Hammond, prehistoric bear shifter, has been rejected by everyone in his life for… being born, basically. Well, except for the beloved aunt who raised him. He’s built a career as an independent trucker, but life would be much better with someone he can hold in his arms and claim as his own.
When Jackie meets Trevor at a truck stop, his bear demands he help her. His aunt even calls with a dire warning: Get Jackie to the magical sanctuary town in Wyoming before she’s killed.
Jackie thinks he’s sexy as hell, but too good to be true. She doesn’t trust shifters. With the feline pride hot on her trail, however, Trevor and the quirky town of Kotoyeesinay might be her only chance for survival. Even Trevor’s indomitable bear may be no match for the dangerous enemy seeking retribution.
Discover the secret world of magic and true mates in Shifter Mate Magic, the first book in USA TODAY bestselling author Carol Van Natta's fun, action-filled, steamy-hot Ice Age Shifters® series.
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Excerpt
Southern Wyoming
~ Summer 1993
~ Summer 1993
Jackie nodded
and walked quickly, following the arrows. Luckily, she didn’t have to wait in
line or share the facilities. After the blessed relief of peeing, she used soap
and water from the sink to make herself look as presentable as possible under
the circumstances. Her light brown skin already made her stand out, because the
farther north she’d traveled, the fewer people she’d seen who looked like her.
She threw the soiled paper towels in the trash and eyed herself critically in
the mirror. At least now she didn’t look like a dangerous fugitive who’d
escaped a violent pack of leopard shifters who wanted her back alive or dead.
Despite the warmth of the restroom, she shivered.
and walked quickly, following the arrows. Luckily, she didn’t have to wait in
line or share the facilities. After the blessed relief of peeing, she used soap
and water from the sink to make herself look as presentable as possible under
the circumstances. Her light brown skin already made her stand out, because the
farther north she’d traveled, the fewer people she’d seen who looked like her.
She threw the soiled paper towels in the trash and eyed herself critically in
the mirror. At least now she didn’t look like a dangerous fugitive who’d
escaped a violent pack of leopard shifters who wanted her back alive or dead.
Despite the warmth of the restroom, she shivered.
“Get back to the
plan, Jackie,” she told her mirrored self. She couldn’t afford to fall apart,
or everything she was afraid of would come to pass. She bent over to drink
straight from the sink’s faucet, then wiped the water off her face. She
re-centered her her backpack and went out into the convenience store.
plan, Jackie,” she told her mirrored self. She couldn’t afford to fall apart,
or everything she was afraid of would come to pass. She bent over to drink
straight from the sink’s faucet, then wiped the water off her face. She
re-centered her her backpack and went out into the convenience store.
The smells of
warm bread and sizzling hamburgers drew her like a lodestone toward the
restaurant section, but she couldn’t afford to waste the time or the money. She
sternly made herself march into the back aisle and open the refrigerator door
for the lunch meats and cheeses.
warm bread and sizzling hamburgers drew her like a lodestone toward the
restaurant section, but she couldn’t afford to waste the time or the money. She
sternly made herself march into the back aisle and open the refrigerator door
for the lunch meats and cheeses.
She got a whiff
of a tantalizing scent as she pulled her selections off the hooks. Not food,
but something intensely interesting. Her sense of hearing and smell had
magnified with each passing week of her pregnancy. She wished she knew if that
was typical for a human woman carrying a shifter’s child but she had no one to
ask. Certainly not the lying son-of-a-bitch leopard who’d gotten her pregnant,
despite her precautions. She hoped he was roasting in hell, but he probably
wasn’t. Justice for the privileged rich, regardless of skin color or species,
had a whole different set of rules.
of a tantalizing scent as she pulled her selections off the hooks. Not food,
but something intensely interesting. Her sense of hearing and smell had
magnified with each passing week of her pregnancy. She wished she knew if that
was typical for a human woman carrying a shifter’s child but she had no one to
ask. Certainly not the lying son-of-a-bitch leopard who’d gotten her pregnant,
despite her precautions. She hoped he was roasting in hell, but he probably
wasn’t. Justice for the privileged rich, regardless of skin color or species,
had a whole different set of rules.
She let go of
the refrigerator door and turned toward the scent, only to run headlong into a
man who’d just turned down the aisle.
the refrigerator door and turned toward the scent, only to run headlong into a
man who’d just turned down the aisle.
“Sorry,” she
said, even as he said the same word. She regained control of her suddenly
clumsy feet. She got the impression of chiseled cheekbones and a square jaw before
she dropped her gaze out of habit, one learned from living with volatile
shifters. His scent hit her like a freight train a moment later, all woodsy and
leathery and mouth-wateringly male.
said, even as he said the same word. She regained control of her suddenly
clumsy feet. She got the impression of chiseled cheekbones and a square jaw before
she dropped her gaze out of habit, one learned from living with volatile
shifters. His scent hit her like a freight train a moment later, all woodsy and
leathery and mouth-wateringly male.
No one, not even
the father of her baby, back when she’d thought she was in love with him and he
with her, had ever smelled that good. She took a step back, because if she
hadn’t, she’d have been tempted to stick her face in the vee of his
short-sleeved T-shirt and lick.
the father of her baby, back when she’d thought she was in love with him and he
with her, had ever smelled that good. She took a step back, because if she
hadn’t, she’d have been tempted to stick her face in the vee of his
short-sleeved T-shirt and lick.
“My fault,” he
said. “Are you…” He trailed off and audibly swallowed.
said. “Are you…” He trailed off and audibly swallowed.
She made the
mistake of looking up at him and confirmed that he was the sexiest man she’d
ever seen, even counting the handsome actors she’d thrilled over as a teenager.
His brown skin and features spoke of an ethnic heritage something like hers,
and his warm, coppery-brown eyes threatened to drown her on the spot. His wide
shoulders and arms looked strong enough to protect her from anything. The few
tight coils of hair on his muscled chest mirrored the close-cropped hair on his
head. His low-slung jeans and boots completed the mesmerizing package.
mistake of looking up at him and confirmed that he was the sexiest man she’d
ever seen, even counting the handsome actors she’d thrilled over as a teenager.
His brown skin and features spoke of an ethnic heritage something like hers,
and his warm, coppery-brown eyes threatened to drown her on the spot. His wide
shoulders and arms looked strong enough to protect her from anything. The few
tight coils of hair on his muscled chest mirrored the close-cropped hair on his
head. His low-slung jeans and boots completed the mesmerizing package.
She swallowed
and took another step back, away from temptation. “I’m fine.”
and took another step back, away from temptation. “I’m fine.”
Except she
wasn’t. She wanted to set fire to all her plans in favor of getting to know the
man standing in front of her. For his part, he looked stunned.
wasn’t. She wanted to set fire to all her plans in favor of getting to know the
man standing in front of her. For his part, he looked stunned.
She shook
herself. Not, not, not happening. She was a pregnant fugitive with enough
secrets to write her own soap opera, and an implacable enemy on her tail. A
human, no matter how tall, broad-shouldered, and sexy, was no match for a
criminal cat-shifter pride with claws and teeth, and vengeance on their minds.
herself. Not, not, not happening. She was a pregnant fugitive with enough
secrets to write her own soap opera, and an implacable enemy on her tail. A
human, no matter how tall, broad-shouldered, and sexy, was no match for a
criminal cat-shifter pride with claws and teeth, and vengeance on their minds.
She clutched her
meat and cheese packages to her chest and turned away, even though her now
throbbing body and aching breasts begged her to get closer. She’d learned to
ride out the hormonal roller coaster of being pregnant, so she could damn well
ride this out, too.
meat and cheese packages to her chest and turned away, even though her now
throbbing body and aching breasts begged her to get closer. She’d learned to
ride out the hormonal roller coaster of being pregnant, so she could damn well
ride this out, too.
About the Author:
Carol Van Natta is a USA TODAY bestselling and award-winning science fiction and fantasy author. Series include the Central Galactic Concordance space opera series that starts with Overload Flux and Minder Rising, and the Ice Age Shifters paranormal romance series that starts with Shifter Mate Magic and Shift of Destiny. She shares her Fort Collins, CO home with a resident mad scientist and just the right number of mad cats.
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a Rafflecopter giveawayInterview with Carol Van Natta
Do your characters seem to hijack the story or do you feel like you have the reigns of the story?
All my story ideas start with characters. For the Ice Age Shifters paranormal romance series, I also get the fun of figuring out what kind of animal the human side shares his or her soul with. As you might imagine, the animal side affects the human side in both subtle and overt ways. For example, in Shifter Mate Magic, the hero’s other side is a prehistoric bear with an apex predator’s instinctive need for a large territory. Trevor accommodates that by becoming an independent trucker.
After I figure out what kind of trouble I can get my characters into, it’s a team effort by us all to get to the end of the story, defeat the villains, find their happily ever after, and find things to laugh about along the way.
Convince us why you feel your book is a must read.
Shifter Mate Magic features brave characters you’ll love to cheer for, evil villains who deserve everything they get, thrilling chases and duels of wit, a quirky tourist town that is more than it seems, and your portal to the hidden magical world of the Ice Age Shifters.
Bonus: You get to relive the year 1993 without having to wear those shoes or that hairstyle. 😊
Have you written any other books that are not published?
As a matter of fact, the next book in the Ice Age Shifters series, Shifter’s Storm, will be out later this summer, with two more stories coming after that. I’m also working on the next stories in my space opera series. Exciting times ahead!
Pen or type writer or computer?
Computer all the way. I type much faster than I can write, and I haven’t touched an actual typewriter in 20 years. Just the thought of losing the only paper copy of my manuscript to flood, fire, or mischief by cats makes me shudder. If I can ever train myself to dictate, that will be with computers, too.
Anything you would like to say to your readers and fans?
I love hearing from readers and fans, so feel free to say hello on Facebook and tell me what you like to read. Or if you see me at a convention, definitely stop by my table or panel. We can talk about books, cats, and the fun ways you like to spend your time.
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