After the strangest summer of their lives, Nate and Larissa prepare to face their biggest challenge yet: High school.
With jocks that seem intent on making Nate’s life miserable, the reappearance of the mysterious green-haired shifter (now with new and improved blue hair), and Charlie, the new girl, who affects Nate in the weirdest way, it’s shaping up to be a doozy!
Greendale High isn't the only place in turmoil; Panteria is dying and only the Pantera twins can save it. Will Nate to return to the world that he has sworn to hate before it’s too late?
L. M. Davis loves great storytelling. She needs nothing more than a good book and a comfy chair to be happy. She was born in the south, raised in the north, and has several English degrees under her belt. She currently lives in Atlanta and is contemplating getting a cat. It will probably be black. The first two books of her Shifters Novel series, Interlopers and Posers, are available now.
My shifters are not tigers, but they are were-leopards (all part of the same big family). One of the things that I have loved about writing these Shifters Novels is a chance to create a shifter that is after my own heart.
Here, James--one of the bad guys--is committing a cardinal shifter sin. He is changing into his leopard form in a place where humans might discover him. Bailey, the IBG who has chased him down is horrified by the turn of events, but helpless to stop it.
This moment is all about the imagery of the shifter transformation. Each time I describe the shift, I want to capture exactly what is happening to the bodies of the characters that are shifting. I wanted to make the image so vivid in the minds of my readers; I wanted them to understand how awful James is. Did I succeed?
She stalked James closely, her movements
mimicking his. When he moved to the right, she moved with
him, a pace or two behind, blocking off his path to escape.
With each passing moment, he grew more enraged. He growled,
snarled, and spit at her, his paces growing even more
erratic. All of the sudden, the alley felt like a little
Then, to her utter shock, James began to
shift. Horrified, Bailey realized that his face was suddenly
more feline. His ears stretched upward and away from his
head, and a pelt of pale, spotted fur spilled down from his
hairline, like a ripple of water, to cover his face. She
heard the clothes that he wore shredding as his body recalibrated,
taking on its leopard form.
When he opened his mouth to growl, long fangs
glinted in the dim alley light and the sound reverberated between
the buildings that enclosed them, spilling out into the
night. She heard the surprised shriek of humans out on the
street and her heart filled with dread. Within moments, they
would have an audience.
“Let me go,” James growled, his voice almost
completely distorted by his leopard jaw and fangs. He seemed
to be frozen mid-shift.
That was another trick that came with age.
He stood on two feet and maintained a humanoid figure, but
everything else about him was distinctly leopard. Long, lean,
muscled arms, covered with pale spotted fur, ended in paws out of
which curved sharp claws. Pale fur gleamed through the
shredded, dark cloth that had been his jacket. On his face
was a smile that was all fangs and sharp teeth. He was the
embodiment of human nightmares.