Guest Post with B.J. McCall!!
B.J.’s highjacked my blog today to talk about shifters and her excellent new book Moonstruck. Love the cover. 
Heeeerreeeee’s B.J.!!
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If Shifters Existed?
I write paranormal books, stories about werewolves, vampires and dragons. When creating shifter characters one question always comes to mind. If shifters existed what would their day-to-day lives be like?
What kind of problems would they deal with? Where would they live? How do they live? How do shifters balance living within the structure of their unique worlds and the human world?
We non-shifters deal with conflict daily, between the sexes, between neighbors and those who are different. Disputes follow ethnic, political and religious lines. So, if shifters existed, disagreements and discord would be part of their lives, too.
Shifters wouldn’t be perfect. Like us, they would be burdened with vices and flaws. If shifters existed, there would be shifter criminals. Can you imagine how difficult it would be for law enforcement to deal with werewolves, dragons or werecats? To confront that issue, I created the Federal Paranormal Crime Unit for my Moonlust werewolf series published by Changeling Press.
My FPCU agents deal with shifters who are criminals and those who perpetrate crimes against shifters. My PCU agent is the perfect combination of cop, shifter and alpha male like Hudson of Mating Moon, Jackson of Claiming Moon and Ryland of Moonlust.
My latest book, Moonstuck, introduces my first PCU agent heroine. Rilee Winter is a shifter, a she-wolf who is smart and tough. She carries a badge and a gun, but Rilee wants what we all want, someone to love us.
She hasn’t found her true mate, the alpha male that turns her insides to mush. Can you imagine Rilee’s surprise when that male turns out to be one of us, a mere human?
Rilee’s story is available from Changeling Press. I hope you love her as much as I do.
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BLURB
She’s a beautiful werewolf who packs heat. He’s human and he’s moonstruck.
Agent Rilee Winter of the Paranormal Crime Unit has caught a challenging case. A valuable diamond has been stolen from philanthropist Pierce Brannan and the suspect is her twin sister.
Rilee’s assignment is to work with Pierce, find the Nightskye diamond and bring her twin to justice. The moon is full, Pierce is sexy-as-sin and Rilee’s lycan blood is running high. She’s a cop. He’s a victim. She’s a werewolf. He’s human. It’s hot. He’s moonstruck. It’s complicated.
EXCERPT
Rilee Winter stared at the computer screen and picked up the receiver of her ringing desk phone. “Agent Winter.” She’d spent the morning updating case files and hoped the call would give her a reason to get out from behind her desk. Los Angeles was experiencing a heat wave, but Rilee preferred the streets to doing paperwork.
“The captain would like to see you. And Rilee, look your best.”
Ceci, the captain’s assistant, was all business, often to the point of bluntness, but never personal. Being summoned to Captain Powers’ office was a rare event. Rilee wondered which of her current cases had brought her to the boss’ attention. “When?”
“Now.”
The line disconnected. Ceci was part of Rilee’s pack, and to ignore her advice would be foolish.
Rilee ducked in the restroom, tidied her hair, tucked in her black Federal Paranormal Crime Unit issued T-shirt and dusted muffin crumbs off of her black slacks. Feeling presentable, Rilee hustled down the corridor and entered the outer office. Ceci was seated at her desk.
“Go right in. They’re waiting for you,” Ceci said. “Do the pack proud.”
They?
Rilee tapped on the office door and stepped inside. The scent of man and spicy aftershave hit Rilee’s nostrils. The captain was seated at his desk, his hand wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee. A second cup sat before the captain’s guest. Whoever the visitor was, he was someone important. Captain Powers, a wolf who usually worked in his shirt sleeves, had his suit jacket on and his tie cinched.
“Agent Winter, this is Pierce Brannan.”
Brannan rose and turned toward her.
Rilee sucked in a breath, and her heart did an odd thump. Stunned by Brannan’s movie star looks, Rilee’s mind went blank and her toes curled. Her nose twitched and her senses reeled. His scent was sexy, delicious, and his face bordered on beautiful with refined bone structure that brought the word elegant to mind. His hair was so dark it was almost black and his long dark lashes accentuated the pale green of his eyes.
She struggled for words that would not come and for a long moment Rilee and Brannan stared at one another.
The chief cleared his throat, then Brannan extended his hand. “Agent Winter.”
Rilee grasped Brannan’s hand, and a sudden fire flashed through her. Wow. His touch was like a hot brand. If she were in wolf form her tail would be wagging.
“Have a seat, Winter.”
The captain’s order snapped Rilee out of her sensual trance. Settling into a chair, she faced the captain and forced herself to start thinking like a cop. Rilee glanced at Brannan. She figured he was in his early thirties, an inch over six feet tall and weighed about one eighty. He had a slight lump on the back of his head that made his hair stick out, the only visible flaw on an otherwise perfect human specimen.
“A valuable diamond has been stolen from Mr. Brannan’s home in San Francisco.” The captain hesitated for a beat, then continued, “Mr. Brannan says your sister, Ariel, is the thief.”
Rilee flinched. Brannan might be important, but it appeared he was no better than a long list of moonstruck human males who had fallen head-over-heels for Ariel. From middle school to college, her twin had always been the one that the boys desired. Rilee already knew the scenario. Ariel had become Brannan’s lover, and while his pants were down, she’d ripped off his diamond.
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