She Can Shift (Interracial Shifter Romance BWWM)
Read She Can Shift (Interracial Shifter Romance BWWM) Online
Authors: Tia Archer
SHE CAN
SHIFT
An Interracial Paranormal Shifter Romance BWWM By..
TIA ARCHER
Summary
Gail is suffering from Amnesia and has no memory of her life before the accident. As things stand, she is happy living her life with her kind and caring lover, Andrew.
However when a mystery man by the name of Sean turns up out of the blue, Gail discovers the shocking truth about who and what she really is...
She can shift!
As her animal instincts take over she senses danger and Gail soon realizes that the man she loves might not be exactly who he says he is...
Copyright Notice
Tia Archer
She Can Shift © 2014, Tia Archer
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author / publisher.
Contents
Do You Love Interracial Romance Stories?
Discover the latest, hottest and the very best Interracial Romance stories along with some free deals by subscribing to our blog.
http://interracialromancestories.blogspot.com/
You will not regret it!
Tia x x
Other Popular Tia Archer Stories
Welcome to Facility 47. The government's best kept secret.
A place where all vampires, whether good or evil are incarcerated for all of eternity once caught.
Dr. Jennifer Hastings has worked there for several years. She is in charge of administering the one thing that keeps the Vampires weak and powerless...
An injection of "WHITE BLOOD".
However, when a handsome, charismatic vampire by the name of Ben Gold finds himself incarcerated, Jenny finds herself torn between her feelings for this mysterious prisoner and the important job at hand. Are the feelings she has for this vampire inmate real? Or has he manipulated her for his own motives?
Either way, She is about to find out that at Facility 47, not everything is as it seems...
Eyes look at me from the darkness, claws come out to slash at my body. I feel this intense fear that begins gripping at my throat. The images are hazy, out of focus, my eyes try to adapt to the darkness around me so I can see where the next attack will come from. Unfortunately, I can’t make anything out and I feel myself losing the battle before it even began.
The claws make contact with my flesh, ripping into it and making me feel like my life is coming to an end. I can’t move, my legs are frozen, and each time I try to scream, nothing comes out. A man’s image flashes in the distance, looking at me with disapproving eyes, and wagging his finger back and forth in front of his face. He is gone before I even get a chance to see him clearly. I am surrounded by whispers of things stalking me in the night. The growling noises make my legs shake, and then, this overwhelming feeling of intense hatred and desire comes over me.
Getting down on my hands and knees, I start to turn into an animal, with my teeth bared and all of my senses coming alive. I catch my reflection in the mirror and see that my eyes glow a bright yellow color. Suddenly, I feel like I am at one with nature, something to be feared – and not the other way around.
Finding myself plunging into the abyss, I hear someone say “Gail…Gail…it’s happening again.” At first, I ignore it, but the voice draws me away from the nightmare until I am slowly blinking to find I am crouched atop the kitchen counter. I am naked, my muscles taut – ready to spring into action, and my entire body is covered with a fine sheen of sweat. “Jesus, how many times are we going to have to go through this? I know that you’re in therapy, but I’m not sure it’s doing any good. Every night it’s the same damn thing, and then I find you in here looking like you’re about to attack something.”
Glancing in his direction, I see my boyfriend Andrew, looking disheveled and concerned. “I wished this wouldn’t happen, but I just don’t know how to control it.” In the back of my mind, I instinctively know this has something to do with my past. Losing my memory a year ago, I wandered into this town with no idea of who I was. Andrew was there from the very beginning, looking after me like a doctor, and staying with me through this entire ordeal.
“We will find somebody that can explain this, and maybe we can get back to a semblance of a normal life.” He said with an exasperated sigh, before turning around and walking back upstairs to our bedroom.
My eyes moved to the kitchen counter, seeing tell-tale scratch marks on the surface. Lifting my fingernails, I see I have pieces of the counter embedded under them. For a moment, I think that I can see my eyes glow the same yellow color as they did in my nightmare, but when I shake my head and turn back around…it’s gone.
I try to make sense of recent events. I see my reflection in the mirrored dish cabinet in front of me: it’s still shocking to see the pure platinum blond hair looking back at me. It’s almost a shimmering white color. I don’t think anybody has seen anything like me in this town. It’s probably the reason why nobody tries to befriend me (although they appear to be friendly) yet nobody goes out of their way to talk to me.
Looking at the clock, I can see that it’s exactly the same time of 6:00 AM. I find myself here, like this, every day at this time. I’ve tried therapy, sleeping pills, and even acupuncture, but nothing has prevented me from getting out of bed at this hour in a sleep-induced manner. The man in my dream is mysterious; he has dark hair that goes down in waves over his shoulders with piercing dark blue eyes. It’s not hard to notice that he’s muscular, and, for some reason, I have this desire to see him without his clothes on.
I go over to the window and turn the faucet on, cold water fills my glass and I bring it up to my lips. The cold is jarring, but is exactly what I need to get back a sense of control. I spot a woman across the street – standing, not moving – with the same platinum blond hair that I have. I gaze in a trance-like state, until a bus goes by and her image disappears.
At that moment, I realize I am still naked, and even though this feels quite natural, I try to cover myself with my hands as I dash upstairs to find my discarded nightshirt on the floor by the bed. Andrew is back in under the covers, his chest rising and falling with each breath and I have this thought about what it would be like to wrap my hands around his throat and wait for the inevitable shroud of death to surround him. I shake myself from that fucked up thought, not believing that I would do such a thing.
I slip back into the nightshirt, climb into bed, and curl my frame around my boyfriend. If I’m not mistaken, the pounding in my ears was coming from the beating of his heart; it’s so loud that I have to concentrate to calm myself down. Taking a few deep breaths, I go through a variety of techniques that my therapist has taught me. Before long, I am again sound asleep, and this time, my dreams are tame in comparison. When I finally wake, my boyfriend is already in the shower.
He doesn’t say much all through breakfast, no doubt trying to forget what happened. Kissing me at the door, he carries his briefcase out to his silver Mercedes and drives out of sight. Andrew looks like he hasn’t slept a good night since he met me, and I feel responsible for putting him through this kind of hell. The clock chimes 8:00 AM. I knew I only have about 30 minutes to get ready for one of my tedious therapy sessions.
*
“Gail, do you suppose that you’re feeling this way because you’re different from every one around you? I don’t think I know of an African American woman that has almost pure white platinum hair, unless, of course, you take Storm from the X-Men into account. Ordinarily, people tend to shy away from things that they don’t understand; this is especially true to things and people who are different. You might be just projecting this into your dreams, always having to fight prejudice and people that have this need to put you down.” My therapist Monica was making sense, and it was possible I was just feeling out of sorts by people who didn’t understand me.
“We’ve been through this over and over again, and each time the dream is the exact same as the previous one. I feel like I’m coming apart at the seams, like there’s something inside me trying to break free.” I hadn’t gotten much out of these sessions; except, for the fact that I was able to tell somebody what I thought and felt. Even my boyfriend, Andrew has only seen a small inkling of what I had been feeling as of late. At least with Monica, I had somebody that didn’t judge me, or make me feel like I was going completely around the bend.
“I can see this is really bothering you, but you can’t help what other people think. All we can do is accept ourselves for who we are, and basically damn anyone that doesn’t like it. This waking dream that causes you to sleepwalk must be very hard on you and your relationship with Andrew. It might be time to bring him in on this, and maybe you should both be here talking about this at length. I’ve mentioned to you about going under hypnosis, but so far you have been reluctant to even consider it. Having him here might be exactly what you need to give you the courage to go through with it. His support will allow you to delve into your subconscious and hopefully come back with answers.” I glance over towards where she was sitting, her thick horn-rimmed glasses on the edge of her nose and her pen moving very quickly across the pages of the notebook.
“I might have to give hypnosis a try because I am at my wit’s end. I’m not even sure how long I’m up at night, only that I become fully alert around 6:00 AM somewhere else in the house. It’s a little disconcerting to think that I move freely doing god knows what in the middle of the night.” The feel of the leather sofa against my skin is somewhat comforting, but I find her words and the way that she treats me, more reassuring than anything else.
“I am going to up the dosage of your sleeping pills, maybe then we can finally get you some much needed sleep. I certainly don’t want to get your hopes up, but I have had great success with hypnosis. Our next session is in two days and I would like to reschedule it for tomorrow at this exact same time. We need to get to the bottom of this so you can get on with your life and have a little bit of peace of mind. Continue to do your breathing exercises, plus your meditation at night before you take the sleeping pills, and I will see you tomorrow.” Escorting me to the door, I felt like a heavy weight was lifted off my shoulders, but knew from previous sessions that the feeling wouldn’t last for very long.
I cross the reception area, stop for a moment to look at my reflection off the glass of the door; I’m dressed impeccably: a flowing black skirt, topped with a blood red blouse that I instantly took a liking to in the shop window the other day. I push my hair out of my eyes, give one last look, and let out a sigh of relief.
When I came to this town I knew that I was unusual, but I really just wanted to be normal. I still couldn’t believe every time I went to the hairdresser to color my hair, the dyes only lasted for a day before my hair turned white again the next morning. Before long, I just accepted there was nothing that I could do about it.
I walked with my head held high and my back straight through the parking lot because I didn’t want anybody to know I was damaged in any way. Not being able to cultivate friends has been hard on me, but there was one person in this town that I had an instant friendship with. Her name was Darla, and she was one of the first hairdressers that I went to see. We now see each other from time to time, but even she doesn’t know about the content of the dreams. Andrew was always trying to get me to open up, but I just couldn’t voice how those dreams made me feel like a caged animal, ready to strike at anything around me.
As I was reaching my key to the door of my blue Nissan Rogue, I suddenly felt I wasn’t alone. There was something in the air, and I found myself darting my eyes back and forth watching for any unnecessary movement or an unusual occurrence.
“Tina. You have been a very hard person to find; it has taken a lot of resources to track you down.” The voice sounded familiar, but in a very distant way, like I had heard it somewhere before.
“I’m sorry, but I do believe you have mistaken me for somebody else; perhaps I look like this Tina person that you are looking for but my name is Gail. I’m sorry, but I really do have to be going, as I have a very important appointment to keep.” I once again tried to unlock the car door when the unseen woman grabbed me by the wrist and turned me to face her. Her face was similar to mine but most astonishingly, her hair was the same white snow. This was the first time that I had ever met somebody with this affliction; somehow, I had a feeling that she had something to do with my past.
“Your betrayal cannot be stood for – and this running away has only made the problem worse than it was before. They have given me the duty of tracking you down; they demand punishment. It has taken me months and then it was almost like you wanted to get caught. If I was you, I would have continued moving, never staying in one place too long, but you did the exact opposite. You actually put down roots with a…human male, and that is almost as distasteful as getting involved with him. I can’t even bring myself to say his name, because it’s like bile on the edge of my tongue.” I could see the anger, but instead of being afraid, I was more curious about who this woman was.
“You say you know me, but I don’t think I’ve ever met you. Maybe it has something to do with the retrograde amnesia that I have...” She smiled, leaning forward with her fingernails digging into my wrist, making me grimace with the contact. I want nothing more than to pull away from her grip.
“That’s laughable; I’m sure you could come up with something better than that. I am afraid I don’t have a choice, your death has been ordered from the highest law of the shifter tribe.” With her other hand, I saw her pull out a knife with these funny tribal markings not only on the blade but on the handle as well. They reminded me of something. I could literally feel a memory trying to come to the surface, only to be lost as I struggled to grab onto it.
Everything was happening so fast, strangely, it appeared like everything was moving in slow motion. Her sneer of derision only confirmed her hatred for me, and I had to wonder just what I did to anger her so. She thrust the blade towards my midsection and I found myself slowly moving to the side and twisting in a way that I not only meant I got away from the blade, but I also broke her contact with my wrist.
Lifting my hands up in mock surrender, I said, “I’m sure we can be reasonable adults and can come up with a solution that would benefit both of us.” I was trying to gauge her, looking for something to exploit that would allow me to get out of this with my life still intact.
She laughs while holding the knife in a menacing manner. “I can’t believe you would stoop to bribery, even though you know we have no need for material gains. This just goes to show just how much you’ve changed; suggesting something like that is appalling.” She was now getting ready to attack again.
As the blade came toward me, I tilted my head to the side – my eyes making the blade shine with a blue candescent light. Moving away, I snap both hands, striking the hand that was holding the blade with enough force to send in onto the ground. This wasn’t simple, but I had actually managed to drive that blade right through the pavement like it was nothing at all.
“Now this is what I’ve been waiting for: you showing your teeth. For a moment I thought this was going to be way too easy but now I see you were just playing possum all along. I was hoping that this would be a fair fight; but don’t think you can use our deep connection to unhinge me.” I had no idea what this woman was talking about, only that she was a threat to my life.