These days, shifter romances are hot. (In more ways than one.) You’ve probably read one or two: Blade (or Rock...or Nick), a werewolf or wolf-shifter (sometimes, less commonly, a bear- or mountain cat-shifter), who is also a Navy SEAL (or sometimes just your average, everyday firefighter…who also happens to be a werewolf), is the Alpha of his pack (inevitably). He is six-feet-four, with eyes like chips of blue ice, biceps the size of cantaloupes, and cut-from-Baccarat-crystal abs off of which one could bounce a basketball. Sparks fly when he meets Lexi (or Jess or Callie), who is usually an investigative reporter or a detective of some sort. Sexytimes ensue.
Then there are the “Nutty Romances” of Kate Lowell.
These unusual tales relate the saga of Nathan, whose soft blue eyes, sweet smile, short stature, and love handles belie the stalwart heart and unshakeable courage of a born were-squirrel.