The cat’s out of the bag….In a world that accepts shifters as normal and thinks nothing of human/shifter couples, baby shifters and small shifters are treated as subpar. They are not allowed into the more dangerous professions, and their mates have legal control over what they can and cannot do.
Nicholas Reed is about to challenge the established rules. At twenty-eight, Nick has just been accepted into New York’s Alpha Unit One—an elite law enforcement team, composed equally of humans and shifters, that specializes in drug crimes. It is Nick’s dream job. But if they find out what he’s hiding, his career could be destroyed.
Enter a huge complication in the form of Sam Black, an older lion shifter who is the leader of the unit… and Nick’s mate. Nick wants Sam, and he wants to keep his job, but he can’t have them both. He also can’t choose between them.
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Cat gives this one 4 Meows with a 3 Purr heat index...
Nick has always wanted to be a cop on one of the Alpha Units, but he had a secret that could keep him from being a cop of any kind. To make matters worse once he gets stationed in Alpha Unit One he finds his mate in the team leader. Keeping his secret gets harder.
Sam can’t figure out why he picks up scent from the new member of his team since he is supposed to be human but it doesn’t take long to figure out they are mates. He fights it st first but gives in but can he let his mate continue to work? Before it becomes an arguement a few hours after mating a big case cracks snd they are thrown into action and danger.
I really liked this story and the characters. I loved the uniqueness too. The premise of baby shifters is cool but I’d like a little backstory. Why are the grown men baby shifters? Will they always be or will they grow up? Why are small shifters and baby’s discriminated against. Just a page of backstory would have made this good story even better. If you like shifters, cops, special units, baby animals, and some hot man-sex you will like this story!
Excerpt...
DEEP BREATHS. Just keep breathing in and out, in and out. Nothing to worry about. Nope, absolutely nothing. Except… well, except pretty much everything.
As I strode up the stairs of one of New York City’s Alpha Unit precinct buildings to start my first day as a detective in one of the city’s top-notch Alpha Units, doubts crowded my mind.
Why the fuck was I freaking out now? This was what I’d always dreamed about—to be part of an Alpha Unit, especially one so well-known and highly regarded. This particular unit consisted of equal parts humans and shifters, and it had one of the highest rates of solved crimes ever.
I showed my identification to the woman manning the front desk. She had to be in her seventies, judging from her wrinkles and her snow-white hair. Was she even allowed to work anymore at her age? Why the hell would they put such an old woman up here as the face of the department?
Sharp blue eyes considered my ID, then me. “Nicholas Reed. Hmm, you’re the new guy for Black’s unit. Human, right?”
Human. Yes, right. Totally human. I forced a smile onto my face, hoping it didn’t look strained. “Yup, that’s me.”
She handed me my card, along with a heavy envelope. “See to it you get all your paperwork filled in by tomorrow. And don’t be so nervous. Black and his goons might look like they’re going to eat you or beat you, depending on their mood, but rest assured they’re actually nice people.”
The smile slipped from my face. Nervous? I wasn’t nervous. Or at least no one was supposed to recognize that little tidbit of information because that could lead to unwanted attention, which could lead to me getting in trouble. Totally not acceptable.
“I’m not nervous.”
The badge she wore identified the woman as Clara Jones. Clara shook her head. “There’s one thing you should know about this station—and Black’s unit—up front. We don’t take bullshit, and we hate liars.”
Ugh. Great. Although I wasn’t a liar per se. I just liked to keep some things private. See, that sounded way better.
Clara Jones was still staring at me as I crumpled the envelope in my sweaty hands. I gave her a sheepish grin, making sure to widen my eyes and show off my dimples. If I had one thing going for me, it was the cuteness factor. When I covertly sniffed the air and detected curiosity, combined with a strong whiff of caring, instead of the slight hostility I’d noticed before, I knew my ploy had worked.
“I guess I am a little bit nervous. But you know, it’s totally uncool to admit that, and we humans thrive on being the coolest shit on earth.”
A small line formed between her eyebrows, but she smiled at me, so I probably hadn’t overstressed the fact of my humanity. My inner voice chided me for lying to her since I was a lot of things—human not being one of them—but I knocked that damn voice unconscious before it could ruin everything for me
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Excerpt...
DEEP BREATHS. Just keep breathing in and out, in and out. Nothing to worry about. Nope, absolutely nothing. Except… well, except pretty much everything.
As I strode up the stairs of one of New York City’s Alpha Unit precinct buildings to start my first day as a detective in one of the city’s top-notch Alpha Units, doubts crowded my mind.
Why the fuck was I freaking out now? This was what I’d always dreamed about—to be part of an Alpha Unit, especially one so well-known and highly regarded. This particular unit consisted of equal parts humans and shifters, and it had one of the highest rates of solved crimes ever.
I showed my identification to the woman manning the front desk. She had to be in her seventies, judging from her wrinkles and her snow-white hair. Was she even allowed to work anymore at her age? Why the hell would they put such an old woman up here as the face of the department?
Sharp blue eyes considered my ID, then me. “Nicholas Reed. Hmm, you’re the new guy for Black’s unit. Human, right?”
Human. Yes, right. Totally human. I forced a smile onto my face, hoping it didn’t look strained. “Yup, that’s me.”
She handed me my card, along with a heavy envelope. “See to it you get all your paperwork filled in by tomorrow. And don’t be so nervous. Black and his goons might look like they’re going to eat you or beat you, depending on their mood, but rest assured they’re actually nice people.”
The smile slipped from my face. Nervous? I wasn’t nervous. Or at least no one was supposed to recognize that little tidbit of information because that could lead to unwanted attention, which could lead to me getting in trouble. Totally not acceptable.
“I’m not nervous.”
The badge she wore identified the woman as Clara Jones. Clara shook her head. “There’s one thing you should know about this station—and Black’s unit—up front. We don’t take bullshit, and we hate liars.”
Ugh. Great. Although I wasn’t a liar per se. I just liked to keep some things private. See, that sounded way better.
Clara Jones was still staring at me as I crumpled the envelope in my sweaty hands. I gave her a sheepish grin, making sure to widen my eyes and show off my dimples. If I had one thing going for me, it was the cuteness factor. When I covertly sniffed the air and detected curiosity, combined with a strong whiff of caring, instead of the slight hostility I’d noticed before, I knew my ploy had worked.
“I guess I am a little bit nervous. But you know, it’s totally uncool to admit that, and we humans thrive on being the coolest shit on earth.”
A small line formed between her eyebrows, but she smiled at me, so I probably hadn’t overstressed the fact of my humanity. My inner voice chided me for lying to her since I was a lot of things—human not being one of them—but I knocked that damn voice unconscious before it could ruin everything for me
Chris T. Kat lives in the middle of Europe, where she shares a house with her husband of many years and their two children. She stumbled upon the M/M genre by luck and was swiftly drawn into it. She divides her time between work, her family—which includes chasing after escaping horses and lugging around huge instruments such as a harp—and writing. She enjoys a variety of genres, such as mystery/suspense, paranormal, and romance. If there’s any spare time, she happily reads for hours, listens to Chris loves to write and to read. She writes whatever floats her boat, which means her stories vary from contemporary to paranormal, fantasy, bittersweet dreams or sci-fi. All of her books have a strong romantic element and she's happiest if she can write about shapeshifters. In real life, Chris is a teacher and couldn't have hoped for a better job. She's blessed with a wonderful and supportive family.
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