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Sunday Spotlight - Stephani Hecht and Baily's Ninth Life (The Lost Shifters, Book 33)

Welcome Stephani Hecht back to Sunday Spotlight! She's here sharing her soon to release book, Baily's Ninth Life (The Lost Shifters, Book 33)

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Baily learned to distrust other shifters through their treatment of him. As a housecat shifter, he’s not exactly the strongest shifter. To compensate, he’s become one of best soldiers for the Coalition. He’s made a place for himself with friends but he doesn’t truly believe they won’t turn on him. 

Caden learned to distrust other shifters from birth. His grandfather taught him and his brother to avoid all Packs, Clowders, and Coalitions no matter what. All those lessons will be challenged when a stray cat claims a spot in his bar and maybe his heart. Together, 

Baily and Caden, must re-learn the lessons of their lives. That not all shifters are against them. A trip with the leadership of the Coalition to a secret cabin might be the turning point. That maybe they can believe in other shifters, each other and love.

~COMING SOON~

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Baily fumed as he let the lesser hottie treat his wounds. Meanwhile, he glowered at hottie number one as he thought about all the mean things he wanted to say to him once he got his damn collar off. And there was plenty Baily had to say.

First off, it didn’t matter that he was a Cat shifter. He could kick ass with the best of them, thank you very much. Sure he may not be able to shift and rip the throats of their enemies out, but he was one of the best sharpshooters in the Coalition. Something that had taken hours of practice to earn.

Secondly, he was not mangy. Okay, maybe he did look a bit on the rough side, but he’d been through some pretty tough shit. First, that stupid Frog captured him, then it hadn’t been easy going since he’d escaped. For some insane reason, it seemed as if every shifter in the city was hunting him down.

All of that had reduced Baily to hiding in the shadows, dumpsters and dark corners as he tried to make his way back to the Coalition. Then he’d happened upon the bar. When he’d caught a whiff of feline rolling off the bartender taking out the trash, Baily had dashed inside. He’d hoped the guy would be able to get in touch with Mitchell. Baily had heard rumors of two feline shifters who owned a bar in the city.

Instead, the bartender ended up not knowing Mitchell at all. Which made perfect fucking sense, since the only luck Baily had been having lately had been the shitty kind. That’s when he remembered that the rest of the rumors about how the bar owners were skittish around other shifters and didn’t interact with them at all. So, they probably hadn’t ever met Mitchell at all.

“Caden, are you sure you don’t want to take him in and get him fixed?” asked the younger brother.

As if! Baily had to pull in the urge to bite the dick’s finger off. He only refrained because Caden was pretty damn hot and he probably wouldn’t like it if Baily maimed his brother. But that didn’t stop Baily from hissing at the jerk.

“I don’t think he likes the idea,” Caden said. “Maybe, you should stop suggesting it, Jozef.”

If Baily could have, he would have given a sly grin. Then Jozef poked at his side and Baily let out a yelp. Damn it, that hurt. He’d gotten it when he’d crawled through a broken window to get away from those weird bird shifters. They’d been the worst when it came to hunting him down. It was almost as if they had some special recipe they were dying to make and the secret ingredient was Baily tail.

To make sure that Jozef got the message loud and clear that there would be no snipping of any body parts, Baily swiped his paw out and hit the male in his thigh. It wasn’t exactly the target Baily was aiming for, but it still got his point across. Jozef let out a yelp as he jumped back, his brown eyes wide in shock.

“What the fuck? Are you sure this thing isn’t a shifter?” Jozef demanded.

“I’m pretty sure, but you’re the one who should know for sure. You almost graduated from college to be a vet, not me,” Caden replied, his voice breathless because he was laughing so hard.

Jozef stooped down so he could look Baily directly in the eyes. Baily tried his best to make his expression as human as possible. If he could get these two lone shifters to believe he really was a shifter then maybe they would contact the Coalition for him. Then they could send for help and he could go home. Although, it would be a damn shame to have to leave Caden behind. Then again, there was nothing that said Baily couldn’t come back to visit the sexy bartender.

“Shift for me,” Jozef commanded.

Baily huffed in irritation. Didn’t they see the damn anti-shifting collar on his neck? Then a horrifying thought occurred to Baily. What if they didn’t know about the collars and the power they had over Baily? Oh, shit. That would not be good for him. Then they would think he was a regular cat for sure and no help would be coming Baily’s way.

It wasn’t as if Baily could just pick up a pen or pencil either. Cats didn’t have any thumbs. Which meant he couldn’t write a letter. He thought frantically for another way to communicate. He recalled reading a book by Dean Koontz where a genius dog communicated with Scrabble tiles, but Baily didn’t see one of those games lying around. So, unless he managed to find a computer and could log on, he was screwed.

“Nope, he’s not a shifter. Just a weird-o,” Jozef proclaimed as he straightened up.

Oh, just you wait until I get this damn collar off. Then we’ll see who the weird-o is, you son-of-a-bitch. I’ll kick your ass from here to Pontiac. Then you’ll be sorry for calling me mangy and threatening to cut my balls off.

Then Caden came over and began to stroke Baily’s head and all his dark thoughts floated away. Normally, he hated it when others petted him that way. It reminded him that he wasn’t a true predator, but a domestic pet. It made him feel weak and a joke. Yet, when Caden did it, Baily wanted to purr and rub himself all over the bartender. He even smelled nice. Like a warm whiskey with some spices mixed in. Which was odd that Baily found so appealing given that shifters didn’t drink that kind of stuff.

“You almost seem disappointed,” Jozef remarked.

“I’m not. Besides, it’s not like I could have done anything even if was a shifter. You know the rules, we don’t make nice with other shifters,” Caden replied, still stroking Baily’s fur.

That was an odd statement. It made Baily wonder what happened in their past that made them so leery of others of their own kind. At first, he’d just assumed they were Lost Shifters, part of the generation of felines who’d been lost over two decades ago during the Great Raven Attack. Now he wasn’t so sure. By the way, they were talking, he had a feeling there was a lot more to their story.

~COMING SOON~

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Sunday Spotlight - Susi Hawke and Home in Austin

Welcome Susi Hawke to Sunday Spotlight! She's here to share a bit from Home in Austin (Lone Star Brothers, Book 4)

Take one pregnant omega who’s all alone in the world… 

After accidentally getting pregnant by his best friend and occasional hookup buddy, Owen Grant finds himself on his own… again. After being abandoned at birth and growing up in the foster system, he’s used to having to say goodbye. If he's learned one lesson in life, it's this: people don't stay.

Add in one alpha who just won’t leave…

Austin Logan is a quirky alpha who’s accepted that he’ll never marry and have a family of his own. His focus is on being the favorite uncle to all of his brothers' kids. He’s happy with the well-maintained and structured routine of his life, and doesn’t need anything more.

Mix in one fake marriage of convenience…

Meeting Owen shakes things up in Austin’s world. He has to beg and barter with the guy to convince him to accept his help, even going so far as to sign a prenup that absolves Owen of any rights to Austin’s wealth, just to get him to agree to a fake marriage that will provide him with the medical insurance he so desperately needs for himself and his unborn child.

And remember not to fall in love with your fake groom!

What happens when your fake husband turns out to be an awesome dad to your child and doesn’t seem in any hurry to let you go? And what if you slowly find yourself falling for the stranger you married? You sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.


This is the final book in the Lone Star Brothers series. This mm book contains mpreg, and is intended for 18+ readers. This 60k novel is a slow-burn strangers to friends to lovers romance with all the feels you’re used to from Susi Hawke, and definitely includes an HEA and all the laughs, naughty-knotty times, and family fun you’d expect!

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EXCERPT 

Austin winced, but kept pushing. "I figured that's probably what you were thinking, so how about this then—we'll get married on paper, but you can still work for me if that makes you feel better." He looked around his pristine office. It hadn't escaped my notice that every room in his house was perfectly organized and clean—it was as if dust were afraid to even show its filthy face in his presence. I snorted, biting back a serious case of giggles at the next words to come out of his mouth. "You can just… I don’t know, dust or something. You know, do a little light housekeeping, if it makes you feel like you're paying your own way."

"I'm not saying yes." I held up my hand before he could distract me from finishing my thought. "But I'm also thinking that you're going to keep this up until you wear me down, aren’t you? So I have one question for you. If I were to agree to this whole marriage of convenience idea, would you at least be willing to let me sign a prenup? Because fake or not, if we are married, I'd have access to your money and I don't need your family to think that's what I'm after."

"You're amazing." Austin chuckled. "Not only am I having to barter and wheedle to get you to accept my help, but you're probably the first person in history to insist upon a prenup which favors the other person rather than yourself. But sure, if it’ll put your mind at ease then I'll have my attorneys draw one up, and I’m adding in a part where it’s my job to take care of you, because I have a bad feeling you’re going to be stubborn when it comes to letting me protect you."

"I didn't say yes yet, Austin," I reminded him. "Besides, I'm still really not comfortable with the idea of committing insurance fraud."

"Owen," Austin groaned with a patient smile. "Let me put it to you like this. You will be living in my house… cleaning said house, and probably even helping to cook meals, right?" At my nod, he flashed me a smug smile. "Well, the only difference between doing all of that and being a husband is a piece of paper and sex. I don't require sex, but the piece of paper will mean the difference for you and your baby." He pouted playfully, giving me the cutest case of puppy dog eyes I'd ever seen. "Let me help your son, Owen. Like Houston said, won't somebody think of the children?"

"Fine," I said with a groan as if I were the one being put out by his generous offer. "You'd better call your attorney, though. I mean it, Austin. I'm not marrying you until after I’ve signed that prenuptial agreement."

"I'll get it handled right now, and we can probably get married tomorrow. I would say today, but I need to get to the hospital and meet Rose, my newest niece." He stretched across the desk, holding his phone out to show me a picture on the screen of an adorable newborn in a pink knitted hat and swaddled in a blanket.

"She's precious." I smiled, then wagged my finger at him again. "And you’d better make sure your attorneys put in the agreement that I'm not entitled to one penny of your money when we eventually divorce. And if, God forbid, anything should happen to you, I want it noted that the estate goes to your rightful heirs, not me as your legal spouse." I felt silly, making such a big deal out of the money—but I wanted to make it clear that I had no designs on his bank account.

Austin merely lifted a brow as he put his phone back down. "While I'm at it, shall I have them list everything else we discussed? Am I supposed to kick you out on your ass at some point if you forget to dust or don't help with cooking?" He slid his glasses back on as he continued to tease. "And maybe I should also have them include an ironclad clause about sex not being on the table? I mean, if I'm to be protected, it should probably also be clear in black and white that you're not allowed to ask for sex, right? After all, I wouldn’t want to be taken advantage of in my sleep or something."

"You're impossible." I giggled. "I feel like you're trying to get me to tell you to just forget the whole prenup idea by shocking me with that sex clause." Dropping my legs, I scooted to the edge of the chair and leaned forward. "But see, here's what you don't know about me. I like a challenge, and I don't get embarrassed that easily. In fact, you can just go ahead and put your sex clause in. I'll still sign the document with a flourish."

You’re a dirty liar, Josh’s voice taunted in my head. You’re going to blush like a chimney on fire if you have to sign something with a sex clause.

"I'm almost tempted to, just to see the look on my stuffy-assed attorney's face," Austin said with a chuckle. He picked up his phone and scrolled through his contacts while he muttered under his breath, still chuckling. "Sex clause. I've got your sex clause—hanging."

I leaned back in my chair and examined my fingernails with a detached expression on my face. "Sorry, but in my experience, that hanging thing you're referring to is probably more along the lines of a dangling participle, if you feel the need to brag."

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