Blood runs deep in Jemez Springs.
Psychic cougar shifter Connor McGriffin is used to his visions leading him around. For years, he’s followed them back and forth across the country to the people who need his help. When his comfortable vacation in the mountains is interrupted by a vision of a woman dying, he can’t see enough details to find the killer and stop him from striking again. Facing the most dangerous foe he’s ever dealt with, Connor needs all the help he can get.
Small town deputy and wolf shifter, Danny Lupan is getting bored of chasing speeders and the occasional drug dealer. When the call comes that Sandoval County has its first murder in years, and it happened in his jurisdiction, he jumps at the chance to find the killer, no matter the danger involved. Little does he know, he might lose his heart, his life, or maybe both.
When a cougar and a wolf join forces, the bad guys better watch out, because the fur’s going to fly, in more ways than one.
Join Connor and Danny on their first adventure together in the start of the fast-paced, suspenseful thriller series Shifter Force.
He picked up his tea glass and brought it to his lips. Suddenly a vision hit. Connor swallowed as the tea in his mouth went sour. As it hit, he relayed what he saw in vivid detail; sometimes when the vision came fast, in bits and pieces it was just easier to speak what he was seeing, and hope the people around him could remember the bits he wouldn’t.
“It’s happening again. She gets out of a white RV with green pinstriping like the one that passed me yesterday. She’s wearing black slacks, a white blouse with lettering embroidered on the left front of it, and low-heeled black shoes. I can’t make out the words on her blouse. Her hands are tied together in front of her. She has long red hair pulled back in a ponytail. He’s wearing jeans, a white t-shirt, and boots. I can’t see his face. His shirt is dirty, looks like food stains. She’s crying. He pushes her over the low wall. She turns and starts running. She trips and falls. He walks over to her and turns her over on her back. A single shot to her forehead. She isn’t happy like the one I found yesterday was.”
Angie fumbled the plate of burger and fries she was carrying but managed to keep it upright. She set it on the table and stared at Connor. The look on her face was one that edged on fear. He’d seen it and worse on other faces over the years when his gifts showed themselves in public. With practice, he’d learned to ignore the looks, but sometimes, they still hit him hard. He didn’t like being someone people feared.
He jumped up, yanked a $20 bill out of his wallet, threw it on the table, and grabbed the burger off of the plate. “Keep the change, Angie. Come on, Dawg. Let’s roll.” He ran for the door.
“You heard him, Danny,” Sheriff Callaway said loud enough the whole dinner must’ve heard. “Go.”
Deputy Lupan followed on Connor’s heels.
Connor grabbed the roll bar with one hand and swung into the open side of his Jeep. If he hadn’t had a shifter’s reflexes and strength, he’d have dropped his burger as he slid into his seat. He held the burger in his mouth as he fastened his seatbelt. The juices from the burger made him drool, and he didn’t care. He was hungry, but needed to get out to where the latest body was cooling in the New Mexico heat.
Deputy Lupan stood on the sidewalk, his brown eyes wide and questioning.
“You coming, Dawg?” Connor snarled as he pulled his keys out of his pocket, wishing he’d done that before he’d gotten in and fastened his seat belt, but then he might’ve dropped his burger.
Without a word, Deputy Lupan jumped into the passenger side.
Connor stuck the burger in Lupan’s face as soon as he had the seatbelt fastened. “Hold this.” He started the Jeep, backed out of the parking space, and took off.
“Will you slow down before I fall out?” The deputy grabbed the bar in front of him with his free hand. “Where’re the doors to this thing anyway?”
“Back in Santa Fe along with the top.” Connor figured he didn’t need to obey speed limits since he had the county deputy in the car with him; he never did in similar situations in Santa Fe. He put his foot hard on the gas pedal.
“Where are we going?” Deputy Lupan snapped as Connor turned hard to the right, and he white-knuckled the bar in front of him.
“Following the scent.” Connor reached over, grabbed the burger, took a large bite, and handed it back. “You’re a wolf. You should be good at that.”
Lupan lifted the burger to his mouth and also took a bite. “Mushrooms? Yuck!” He spit something out the side of the Jeep.
Connor glared. “I said hold it, not eat it,” he hissed and snatched the burger back once he had the Jeep in fifth.
“You didn’t give me time to get my lunch.” Lupan growled.