Coming to Changeling Press in
mid-August
Paranormal/Urban Fantasy MM Shifter Romance
Medically Necessary 1: Trust is Earned Universal Book Link:
https://books2read.com/u/
When you’re a submissive wolf
from a foreign land, it’s hard to trust any dominant.
Amir is a General Practitioner
for magical creatures, particularly werewolves and some of the less-numerous
supernatural people. When the leader of all werewolves comes to him with a
problem that presents like psychosis, Amir needs help, but as a submissive
wolf, he’s hesitant to trust anyone. The dominants have always tried to abuse
their power.
Oliver almost defeated the beta
of his home pack. He’s nursing a grieving heart and a chip on his shoulder.
Still, when Amir asks for his help, he jumps at the chance. The submissive wolf
is beautiful.
For Amir and Oliver, the threat
to all werewolf kind draws them together as much as their physical attraction.
But the truth is, their wounds may rip them apart. Can either of them learn to
trust?
Author’s Note: This is the
first book in a three-book series called Medically Necessary. The second book
will be out some time in October 2024.
Excerpt:
Dr. Amir Othman’s pulse
picked up. He responded to her message, saying he’d be in Exam Room Three in
under five minutes. Then he did a deep breathing exercise, using the five
senses trick he’d learned as a young wolf when he first realized he wanted to
become a doctor and so would therefore be around blood and anxious magical
creatures.
Five things he could see…
His fidgety hands. By crossing his eyes, he could see his nose. His computer
screen, which held everything his clinic had on the alpha above all alphas.
Trying to look farther away in an attempt to slow his racing heart, he looked
at the carpet in front of his desk. It was a boring brown that didn’t hold his
attention. Finally, he
looked at the door where he’d hung a poster of a Great Pyrenees, which was the
closest breed to his family’s usually white wolf forms.
Four things he could hear…
The thudding of his heart. The rush of blood in his veins, which meant he was
really keyed up still because even though he was a werewolf with acute hearing,
he didn’t usually pay attention to the sounds of his own or others’ bodies. He
struggled hard to refocus and heard the buzzing of the fluorescent light in the
ceiling. He needed one more thing, so he made his chair creak. Oddly, the sound
of something he could completely control helped him breathe a little easier.
Three things he could touch…
The pen in his hand, which he’d been nervously twirling. He set it down. The
feel of the chair under him, with its suit coat slung over the back. He could
also feel his toes in his shoes. He breathed in more deeply than he’d managed
so far and felt still a bit better.
Two things he could smell…
He could no longer smell adrenaline. That was a good thing. He lifted his hand
to his nose and smelled the soap he’d washed with maybe ten minutes ago.
And one thing he could
taste, which was his cold lavender matcha latte.
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