Entangled Interaction (eBook) - Human Interaction Series #3

268 pages | eBook | 6x9"
Date of publication: 04/22/2016
  • ISBN: 978-1-943528-62-2
  • Model: 53273 words

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Heat Rating: 2 Flames


Shy's life is in chaos, her relationship with Meat seems defunct, and life keeps throwing in more curves. Can love win out in the end?

Shy's stalled relationship with Meat, her alpha liger shape-shifter boyfriend, seems defunct, her teleportation abilities appear more miss than hit, and her twin boys are clamoring for a father. If her life wasn't complicated enough, her boss throws in his bid as a potential date, she's kidnapped by a snow monster while visiting the clothing-optional Yeti resort, and finds herself leading a rescue mission to save her former boyfriend's sister from an overly determined wolf shape-shifter.

To top matters off, a shaman drops a bombshell on her world by informing her of a new magical talent she didn't realize she had. She grapples with the life-altering decision until disaster strikes.

Will love win out over the vast species differences between Shy and Meat? Can she make the right decision and save not only their relationship, but his life as well?

CONTENT ADVISORY: This is a re-release title.




I stood, arching my back to stretch out stiff muscles. Weeding the garden and flowerbeds might not be considered exercise, but obviously no one mentioned that to my protesting body. The unusually warm, early spring day cajoled even the most homebound person out into the bright, refreshing sunshine.

"What's that on your legs?" Bas asked from the nearby front porch. He'd slept in that morning after coming in quite late from another assignment. Yet his short black hair fell perfectly into place, and his snug fitting T-shirt and jeans outlined his impressive body without a single wrinkle or speck of lint.

Bas carried black panther genetics and worked for the same company as I did: the Peace Protection Division. While I held a gopher position, otherwise known as an executive assistant, Bas worked in the special ops area of the Enforcers. We'd run into one another a few times and clicked as friends. After a particularly violent skirmish, he showed up wounded at my house. I cared for him and fed him. Like a true stray cat, he stayed. Bas adopted me. Or, more accurately, we adopted each other. Though late to the role, he embraced big brotherhood with enthusiasm and dedication, playing the part of protector, advisor, and instigator to the max.

Looking down, I stared at the said extremities, searching frantically for anything crawly and icky. My faded pink cloth shorts covered everything from mid-thigh up. Bare skin existed from that point to my matching pink socks and shoes.

Not finding evidence to warrant his question, I turned my attention back to him. "Huh? I don't see anything." Bending over, I did another quick appraisal, just in case.

He shook his head and pointed. "Is that hair?"

I scrunched my face into a frown and glanced back at him. "Yeah, so? You have hair on your legs too. It's natural. It's a mammal thing, you know."

A couple of long strides later, he navigated the front porch steps to stand at the edge of the flowerbed I currently stood in.

He arched one eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest before he asked, "Defense mechanism against men?"

I blinked. "What? No. I'm not trying to scare men away by having hairy legs. Jeez."

"Then why haven't you shaved?"

I shrugged. Who knew a couple of weeks without using a razor would stir up such issues. "I've been busy. Besides, it's not like anyone is going to see them." His mouth opened, but I talked over him. "Don't worry. Before I dare wear shorts in public, I'll shave. I'm not entirely a slob."

"When will that be?"

"I don't know. When we run out of food or cleaning items, I guess."

"No. That's not what I meant." He shifted his weight, those dark eyes piercing into mine. "I meant, when are you going to get back to trying to curry men's attention and actually date one?"

I had managed to deflect this conversation for the past couple of days. Now, the obstinate brother had me trapped and appeared determined to grill me about hairy legs and lack of a man in my life. Just what I wanted to deal with...not.

I bent back over, wrapped my fingers around a henbit weed, and began to tug it out of the ground. Maybe if I ignored the overgrown housecat...

"Shyanne." The name rumbled in warning from his chest, sending the hairs on the back of my neck standing at attention.

"Overbearing mule," I muttered under my breath.

"I heard that."

"I meant for you to." With a sigh, I stood again, deciding that avoiding this conversation fell into the impossible category. "Look. I'm not sure what I want or where I stand with Meat."

"Call him."

"I tried." Goodness knows I'd tried. Initially, I stared at the phone, then would punch in part of his number before hanging up. After forty-eight hours, I gathered enough courage up to dial his cell number and each time it rolled over to voice mail. I left three messages over a two day period. That was just over seven days ago, and I still hadn't heard from him.

Bas uncrossed his arms, his gaze flicked across the front yard before settling back on me. "It's time you move on. I believe the saying goes 'there are other fish in the sea'." He spoke quietly and gently, yet the message came across like a bulldozer.

"Yeah, well. Easier said than done." I turned to gingerly step over emerging tulips and daylilies to the next section of weeds. I went about my task, hoping my silence would drive my meddlesome brother away. Unfortunately, luck had abandoned me long ago.

With the fragile peace between humans, vampires, and shifters on a slippery fence, the leaders of all groups had come together years ago and created the Peace Protection Division. Enforcers were hired from all varieties of genetic carrying people in order to crack down on inter-species violence. Wills, my husband, also an Enforcer with the PPD, died in the line of duty. For four long years, the company listed him as MIA, leaving me hanging without closure. Until one night, the local vampire king told me the truth. My husband was gone. Forever. I, Shyanne McDaniel, became a widow at the ripe old age of twenty-five.

After Wills' MIA status, I was devastated, being left with newborn twin sons. With great support and encouragement, I managed to pull my life back together and make steps forward, including enrolling in college classes. A research paper for a psychology class on human interaction sent me stumbling into a strip club. There, I met Meat, a liger alpha shifter and the new man in my life. Ten days ago, I blurted out some information I had overheard in a private conversation that put me on a vampire's menu, a female shifter's death list, and sent my boyfriend, the second man I had ever loved, packing.

"You might want to shave those legs. There's a box with a new dress on your bed. Be ready by six." He spun and began to walk back toward the house.

"What?" I sputtered in shock. "Wait. What did you say?"

He paused long enough to turn around and flash a wicked grin, full of fang and mischief. "Don't be late. We're going out on the town, and you don't want people to think you're a rag mop, right?"

Before I could protest, he disappeared.

"Dang meddling brother," I mumbled to myself as I checked my watch. Wonderful. He gave me a whole two hours warning.

I stepped clumsily from the flowerbed and headed toward the front porch, consoling myself with thoughts of Bas, catnip, and pushing him into koi ponds.


An hour and a half later, I stood before the full-length mirror and decided my adopted brother would not only be swimming in the koi pond, but I might have to stock a few piranhas before shoving him in.

The little black dress certainly lived up to its billing. Little. The upper portion fit just snug enough to whisper of curves and angles. The cleavage dipped low, blatantly teasing and hinting at what lay just beneath the soft material. Finally, the mid-thigh length skirt flared out, allowing for easy leg movement.

Bending over, I slipped one foot into the matching black flats. There were a pair of three-inch heels in the box, but I quickly discarded that notion. I wanted to actually be able to walk without ending up in the ER for a fractured ankle. While in that position, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and made a startling discovery. Attaining such a bent over state would give every person in range more than an eyeful of Shy parts. My boobs threatened to spill out, while the skirt rode up enough to flash my hot pink bikini bottoms. If I dropped anything on the floor someone else would just have to pick it up in my stead. Otherwise, I'd be on total display like a Playboy centerfold during her photo session.

The dress served one purpose--meat-market night at the dance club.

I would rather face a hungry vampire than go clubbing. Toss in this slinky dress, and I preferred to face a whole horde of the fangy blood slurpers.

"You ready?" Bas called from the threshold of my bedroom.

I spun around and snorted. "I can't wear this. I feel like I'm auditioning for Hugh Hefner in this thing."

A wide amused smile appeared on his face. "You're such a dramatic." He chuckled as he stepped closer, holding out one of my necklaces.

I quickly took it and snapped it into place. The silver reflected light while drawing attention to my modest endowment. "I don't think I'm ready for this." The words came out whispery and unsteady.

He wrapped me in a tight embrace, allowing me to rest my head on his broad chest. "You can't convent yourself here like a gnarled old hobbit."

I much preferred being a turtle, sticking my head back inside my shell when faced with going out again. My heart still bled, and my self-esteem ranked at an all-time low.

"Hobbits are lucky," I grumbled against his chest.

He snorted against my recently curled hair. "They live in caves with bats and dank conditions. I'm not sure, but I think they even eat bugs."

I drew back to look up into his face. "I can do the cave thing. Caves have a constant temperature year round. I would just have to supply some amenities. And, hey, bats produce bat poop. You collect it and sell it as fertilizer. Extra income."

"And the bugs?"

I shrugged. "Exterminator?"

He chuckled, gave me a squeeze, then tugged me to the door.

"Come on, hobbit. We have an appointment with the real world."

The boys met me at the bottom of the stairs. Jessica stood behind them with a wide grin on her face. I rolled my eyes, knowing she bore some responsibility for the skimpy dress I wore.

"Mommy. Pretty."

I ruffled Sasha's hair. "Thank you."

"Uncle Bas and you going on date?" Chance looked up at me, his little brows furrowing.

"Umm. No, honey. I'm not going out on a date with your uncle. He and I just happen to be going to the same place. So we're going together."

"You going to see Meat?" Sasha's eyes lit up in hope.

A sharp knife stabbed me through the heart. "Not tonight, honey." I leaned over and gave them both a big hug. Glancing up, I found Jessica staring at me with a sad smile. "Thank you for watching the boys for me."

"No problem." She pulled a piece of lint off my clothes. "Go knock 'em dead."

"I'll try." With those words, Bas escorted me out the front door.


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Growing up in the Midwest, I began reading romance novels in high school, immediately falling in love with the genre, to the point where I decided to write professionally for a career. However, that dream splattered against a brick wall, resulting in a quick death in my first writing class in college when my professor told me bluntly that I wasn't any good at it. I shifted gears quickly, and left my writing dreams behind, eventually settling on becoming a nurse.

A few years back, I stumbled across a fan-fiction writing site on a favorite author's webpage. I began to read stories others wrote, not only making some wonderful close friends from the experience, but also, really learning to write for the very first time. Here I was able to share short stories, practice my writing skills, and truly develop into a writer. More than that, the experience allowed me to revitalize my dream, as I rediscovered joy in writing. Now, I spend my days off with my alpha male characters, quick witted heroines, and see how much trouble everyone can get into.

When I'm not working or writing, I enjoy working in the garden, canning, and seeing my backyard as a living canvas for my whimsical landscaping, and, of course, reading romance novels.

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