Excerpt from the first book in my M/M erotic alternate universe shapeshifter romance....
Jaime shivered as the rain came down in torrents. His body and hair soaked made him cold to the bone. He pulled his drenched jacket closer to his body, cinching it across his chest instead of zipping it close hoping to conserve as much of his body's heat as possible. He would have zipped it, but since the clasp to the zipper was broken, holding it close with his hand was about as good as he could do. He glanced at his car one last time. The small four door, looked like it belonged more in a junk yard than on an open road. Rust ate holes through the front and back panels, while bald tires made the car sit squat on the gravel road. A little over fifteen years old, the metallic blue sedan looked like it was on it's last leg.
“Just keep it together a little while longer,” he said stroking the hood. “And we'll be home free. I promise, I'll let you live out your remaining years in a coach-lot where you can hang out with the rest of cars, driving people around for a couple hours at a time. You'll make new friends and will get cleaned up too.”
He stared at the rusting heap. If he didn't know better, he would have thought it was shaking it's head in disbelief. Of course, he didn't even believe that lie himself. A hand-me-down from his parents, it had seen better days and was almost past salvaging. He just needed for it to work a little while longer, just until he could get to the next province. Then he'd give it to whomever would pay him the most for it. It's not that he didn't care about the old car, he just desperately needed the money.
Large trees swayed in the wind as they canopied the winding drive that led away from the street. Grabbing a small bag from the back seat, he locked the car door hoping to find help in the castle at the far end of the drive. As he trudged through the mud, puddles in the road dirtied the hems of his pants further adding to his misery. Jaime looked up at glanced at the castle in distance. Resting on a hill overlooking most of the valley, it imposed its importance on the area.
He paused and scratched his head. “I wonder if the Lord of the Manor is open to stranger's in his lands.”
Ever since the dividing up the territories between human and were's, each were weary of visitors in their lands. They had been known to stir up trouble between the various provinces either to provoke a land war based by illegal squatting then by making false claims of ownership. It's not that the various Lord Proprietor's didn't encourage emigration to their domains, the problem was some had grand notions of merging provinces that wanted to remain separate as in no were in his or her right mind wanted to be joined to a human province also known as a Free Land. Called that by the early territorial governors now called Lord Proprietors just like the weres, their areas were deemed free because they were humans governing humans free from the were monsters who ran most of the regions around the world.
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