It's the best queer stereotype; we closely identify with and love shapeshifters. I personally can't deny it, can you?

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It's the best queer stereotype; we closely identify with and love shapeshifters. I personally can't deny it, can you?

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MerMay: Day Ten
Pania of the Reef
Gen!AFAB reader x Male!Shifter
When you were a child, you lived next door to a MÄori woman who told you the story of Pania and Karitoki. The beautiful sea maiden and her human husband. How her love for a mortal man nearly cost her her divine form, and how his betrayal had locked her to the waters forever, never able to return to land or to him. Mrs. More, who always told you to just call her that, though you'd never met her husband, told you the story as you grew up.
That story was what inspired you to go to New Zealand in the first place. Well, that and Mrs. More's death. She had been like a grandmother to you, and you wanted to feel closer to her. As you travelled around Napier, you loved seeing the references to Pania and her story. Every time you did, you felt a little closer to Mrs. More.
"Are you here for the boat tour?" a handsome man with a deep complexion asked when he saw you reading over the plaque next to Pania's statue.
"I'm thinking about it," you said, looking up at him. "Does it talk about Pania?"
"It does," he nodded, a slight smile on his face. "And her husband a bit, but we also talk about her son, Moremore. We draw connections between the old tales and the wildlife of the area. You can't understand the present without understanding the past."
So, you went on the boat tour, listening to the incredibly handsome man talk. Admittedly, you had a bit of a hard time focusing on much of what he was talking about because he was just so handsome. Your eyes travelled his exposed skin, drinking in the wide variety of tattoos on his body. He caught you looking at him, making you flush, but you couldn't help yourself from doing it again, trying to do so when he wasn't looking.
Once the tour ended, he walked over to you, his smirk deepened as he did. "Did you enjoy the tour?"
"Yes. it was great. Thank you," you muttered, a pink tinge coloring your face.
"I know that it seems like a tragic story, but it does have a sort of happy ending. She at least got to keep her son and be with her people, you know? Karitoki betrayed her and could have killed her by trying to feed her the morsel of cooked food. What kind of husband risks his wife's life like that?" he shook his head, sighing as he leaned back against the boat's interior.
"Most mothers would rather spend the rest of eternity with their child than with a man that risked killing them, no matter how much they loved him," you agreed.
He mused, looking out over the water, a thoughtful look on his face. "I think that you're right. At least out there she was surrounded by people who love her."
"And didn't risk killing her," you added.
He nodded again, turning to look at you with a smile again. The two of you kept chatting even as the sun began to dip under the horizon. The next morning, after having spent all night in your hotel room thinking about him, you take another tour. His smile brightened when he saw you. Once again, you waited for him to approach you.
The two of you went for a swim. He was excellent, which you reason is because he grew up next to the sea. After a little while, he smiled as he swam over to you, where you were sitting on the edge of the dock to a break. There was a mischievous glint in his dark eyes.
"Want to see something that no one will believe if you tell them?" he asked, his voice dropping low.
A soft giggle passed your lips. "Sure."
In a blinding light, where he had been floating in the water, was suddenly a shark. On instinct, you yelped, pulling your feet out of the water. The shark swam right up to you as you frantically looked around for the tour guide. The shark stared at you, seemingly almost grinning. It made your skin crawl. A fish shouldn't be able to look like that. In another blinding light, the shark was gone, back to being replaced with the man.
"Sorry, sorry. Your reaction was just so funny. I knew whatever you did would be hilarious," he laughed, looking up at you. You looked down at him as he treaded water, stunned and unsure of what to say.
"Are you... Moremore?" you asked, confused, your voice tentative.
Another laugh burst from his lips as he grabbed onto the edge of the dock, hoisting himself up beside you. "What? No way. I'm just a sea shifter, but I did move here in part because of him. I came here to feel closer to someone like me."
"I came here to feel closer to someone I lost," you said, your smile faltering slightly before you looked down at your hands, folded in your lap.
"I don't know nay other sea shifters. I was adopted into a human family," he said, looking out over the water. "That's part of why I love Pania and Moremore. No matter what, she has her son, and he has her. He doesn't loose her."
"yours may have been doing what was best for you," you said, reaching over to interlace your fingers with his.
Another smile slowly crept back across his face as he looked over you with interested eyes. "Maybe."
The two of you spent the rest of the night talking, and before the end of it, his lips were on yours. He tasted like saltwater and seaweed, and his hands were cool like the ocean in the early morning as he teased the swell of your breasts as his hands slid underneath your damp shirt. His tongue was rough, but not unpleasantly so as he slid it into your mouth. You parted your lips for him, and with the sounds of the ocean behind you, you had this feeling that you were right where you were supposed to be.
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The Jaguar
Chapter Four
The air crackled with energy. Sounds of celebration carried far across the land. Wine flowed freely, and exotic dancers from distant lands swayed to the drums and lutes.
Aaron found himself swept up in the merriment. Joy was infectious, and he couldnât resist. As for the marriage itself, it mattered little to him. He would ensure she lacked nothing, running his household and engaging in whatever pleased herâdiscreetly... of course.
He had no wish to possess her. As alluring as Nia was, he had never held her back. She had come to him willingly; staying with him was entirely her choice.
ill fameâs epilogue (the final episode!) is up now to read, and our witch queen contemplates how to live beyond grief and rage
Finding connection in their human disguise, a crow and a seal discover a life together on the far away island of a petty kingdom. However, w
Laces for a Lady - 18th century poly shifter romance (Part one, sfw)
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Well folks, here it is. You said you were interested, so I hope it meets expectations! Here's part one for you, of a multi part story. If you want to kno wmore about it, you can find some more info here, as well as a little 'mood board'.
Content: sfw, the daughter of a country gentleman from Sussex relocates to a sleepy fishing village in Cornwall in order to become the paid companion of a young widow, and meets some of the locals on her arrival. Wordcount: 3972
Five and twenty ponies, Trotting through the dark - Brandy for the Parson, 'Baccy for the Clerk. Laces for a lady; letters for a spy, Watch the wall my darling while the Gentlemen go by! ~ from âA Smugglersâ Songâ, Rudyard Kipling (1906)
In the cool, lavender light of a late spring dawn, a gaff-rigged cutter drew into the sheltering arms of a small bay at high tide, and quietly dropped anchor. As if the soft splash had awoken him, a cockerel spluttered to life in a farmyard somewhere inland, but most of the villagers were already up and awake and steering their small, secret fleet of boats out from the golden crescent of sand beneath the cliffs to meet the waiting ship fresh from Roscoff.
Beneath the waves, where churning kelp moored itself in unyielding handfuls to the ancient granite of the sea floor, a long, serpentine shadow snaked between the stalks, and the currents of the coastline subtly shifted. Any revenue men trying to sail along the coast from Fowey to catch the smugglers would have found the wind and tide set dead against them, and in the subtle wake that wafted from the mottled, eel-like tail as it passed unseen, the waters of the secluded inlet calmed beneath the keels of the scurrying fishing boats. The drag of the oars through the waves lessened, and muscles already tired from heaving and hefting goods up the cliff moved a fraction easier for the unexpected boon.
Between them over the next hour, the gathered men and women shifted their haul of half anker barrels and dozens of crates and boxes of goods ashore. The small kegs of rich, French cognac would fetch a pretty price all across Cornwall, and along with the liquor came smaller luxuries like lace and silk, and bundles of tobacco and spiced tea, all meticulously wrapped in oil cloth to keep the sea and the salt and the water out.
And when the speedy, slender ship was riding noticeably higher in the water, the locals simply melted away into the countryside like so many mice from a late summer granary before the excise men even knew the ship from Guernsey had visited the cove at all.
Fifteen miles away, as the sun breached the horizon and cast its first rays of warmth along bellies of fleecy clouds and the flanks of blossoming hedgerows below, a stagecoach lurched and rumbled westwards along potholed roads, and a young woman stared out of the grimy window as the horses carried her into a new chapter of her life.

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A Tale of the Shapeshifters - main index
Original shapeshifter romance ; traditional Beauty and the Beast fairy tale elements ; Irish mythology influences ; historical fantasy ; complete
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Athena Everleigh is a curious lass living in a village on the outskirts of Dublin, Ireland in 1905. Nearing her sixteenth birthday, she faces a choice: to either live the life her mother prepared for her, full of magic, forests, ancient tales, and shapeshiftingâor to become the rising Dublin socialite her father wants her to be. It is not until she begins working in a castle for a mysterious man that the answer becomes clear. Several weeks go by, but the longer she works for him, the more she realizes he may not even be a man at all. It turns out, he has a past all his own. And it is up to Athena to unravel it.
Itâs been a while since I read anything by MJD - I think I read the first three or four in her Queen Betsy series about the accidental queen of the vampires - but I do recall enjoying her fun, lighthearted style. So when this first in a new series about the employees of a government agency protecting vulnerable shifter kids popped up for review, I picked it up for a try.
One of the things I liked best about the Queen Betsy series was the way the reader got to figure out how the vampire world worked right alongside Betsy. That doesnât happen here and itâs a problem, because we get thrown into Annetteâs world with no real introduction. She already knows almost all the principal characters, from her love interest (who sheâs known two years and done nothing about their mutual attraction) to one of the two kids they have to protect. She knows all this stuff about them and we donât, and to be honest sheâs not a great narrator because she comes across extremely ADHD. She doesnât focus on anything for more than five minutes and the constant jumps in train of thought mean the reader never gets more than a snippet or two of useful information before Annetteâs off like a butterfly to the next subject which crosses her mind. Usually something to do with food.
There are some really weird bits in this book too which breach some standard conventions of fiction, like the following (copied precisely for format):
âHis monthly clothing budget was larger than her car payment. This clearly
âIâve worn this shirt once. Once!â
wounded him deeply.â
It conveys Annetteâs permanently-distracted air perfectly, but it reads super weird and it really pulled me out of the story. And it wasnât always just used for her point of view either; I saw the exact same thing in Davidâs multiple times, which I think was a mistake. If it was just in Annetteâs, it would have distinguished her PoV. Used for other people, it just made the writing look unedited.
Now, all this might sound like I hated the book, but I really didnât. There were characters here I loved, like Nadia, the very British, uber-competent were-raptor, and Pat, Annetteâs gender-fluid roomie, and Dev, the juvenile delinquent were-fox. They were all fabulous and I wanted Nadia especially to get her own story. The plot, once I finally worked out what was going on, was both righteous and a little tragic (and needs trigger warnings for child abuse), Thereâs just one sex scene, right at the end of the book, which is very hot and was pretty unexpected having got that far into it with nothing more than some heavy petting.
Iâm kind of undecided about what rating to give here. There were elements I liked so much, but I actually found this really hard to read because the writing style just made it impossible for me to focus, and I do think that for the start of a series, we needed a bit more exposition before being thrown in at the deep end and having to figure out stacks of things the protagonist already knew but was too distracted to tell us. Iâm giving it three stars⌠and as much as I enjoyed certain characters, I probably wonât be picking up book 2.
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Disclaimer: I received a review copy of this title via NetGalley.
Mated Under the Mistletoe
Like your favorite Hallmark Christmas movie...only way more gay.
and then the rest of the description is alpha/omega shapeshifters with mpreg. Thinks getting wild in cable, apparently.