One Night with the Shifter by Theresa Meyers
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
I was lucky enough to score this one to review :) Be sure to scroll all the way down to check out an excerpt.
After he is exiled from his pack, Tyee Grayson must learn to make it on his own. But one night with a beautiful stranger who has luminous blue eyes changes everything…. Especially when his instincts shout that she is the one.
All elementary school teacher Jessica Brierly wanted was a night on the wild side, but when she finds herself pregnant, all the rules change. Not only does her lover have more secrets than she ever imagined, but suddenly they're both fighting off vampires. When vampires attack the town she dearly loves, Ty must work with his old pack to save them from a ruthless enemy who could kill not only his mate and his unborn child—but the entire human race.
I have to say I always enjoy Theresa Meyers romances. Be they shifter, steam punk or just your hot hero. This book was no different. It also has the added benefit of giving readers some answers to questions left from a previous book, which is always nice. Ty is trying to start his life over and Jessica is just out for a good time, or at least she thinks. But of course spending the night with a shifter alters her life. Exciting with some truly hot scenes this is excellent way to spend an afternoon!
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The air was clean and cold outside. Ty’s head cleared, his senses grew
sharper. The cool evening breeze, heavy with the salty scent of nearby Puget
Sound, ruffled Jess’s hair, sticking honey-colored wisps to her full, rosy lips.
“You okay?” he asked as he gently tucked the strands back behind her ear.
Jess blinked, and stared up at him, a mixture of curiosity and disbelief in her
eyes. “What just happened in there?”
He tried to give her a lopsided grin, but it turned into a wince when he found
his jaw was tender from the hits the vampire had landed. He rubbed the soreness.
The night air chilled the dribble of blood from the cut on his cheek, making it wet
and cold, but there was no scent of vampire. The third one must have been smart
enough to ditch his buddies. His body ached from the fight, but it would heal fast
enough. “A bar fight with strangers.”
“You didn’t know those guys?” she asked, looking around her nervously.
“They seemed pretty intent on messing with you.” She grazed the corner of his
mouth with her fingertips. “You’re hurt.”
The light touch was enough to send a powerful surge of awareness pounding
through him that wiped away any of the ache that remained. Damn. There was no
doubt in his mind there was a strong Mesmer forming with this woman.
He gently moved her fingers away from his mouth, keeping them folded in
his. Her hands were fine boned and slender and feminine. “No big deal.”
Her full lips tipped up into a soft smile, making him crave to kiss her.
“Tough guy, huh?” She pulled a car remote from her pocket and pushed it, making
the lights flash on a silver pickup on the edge of the dirt-and-gravel parking area
beside the bar.
“Sounds like you’ve been around a few.”
She opened the driver’s door to the pickup and turned, standing in the gap,
staring at him, her head tilted. “A few. But they’re nothing like you.”
Ty closed the gap between them, putting one hand on the door frame,
shielding her from view of the parking lot but maintaining space between them. He
knew better than to get close enough to be swamped by temptation. The Mesmer
might be working on him, but that didn’t mean she’d understand if he came on too
strong. Especially not after the fight.
“If you want to head home, I understand. I’ll stay here awhile and make sure
those guys don’t follow you home.”
She reached out and grabbed fistfuls of his T-shirt near his collarbones,
pulling him close until he was chest to chest with her. The soft swells of her breasts
pressed against him and the minty scent of her hair, and hint of lilac on her skin
teased his sensitive sense of smell. Everything within him went silent and still,
fixated on the lush curve of her mouth so damn close to his he could feel the
warmth of her breath.
“What I want is for you to come home with me.” Jess stood on her tiptoes
and looked up into his face, the dark fringe of lashes around her eyes making the
blue luminous. Her rapid pulse beat against his chest, taking over the rhythm until
his matched the pace she set. For a second the world tilted sideways.
Ty’s gaze dropped to the silky, damp edge of her lips and he was lost. He
dipped down and kissed her. Her lips were soft and willing, tasting of peppermint.
She tasted so damn sweet, hot and spicy all at once. A warm, viscous heat flowed
through his veins, coating and drowning out every other sensation until he was hot
and hard at the same time.
Ty gripped the edge of the truck’s door frame, nearly denting the sheet
metal with his fingertips. But he was determined to keep his hands to himself, even
though they itched to touch her. Heat seeped through his shirt, the temperature
difference amplified by the chill in the air. The kiss turned deeper, slicker, the
tip of her tongue brushing against his. The spicy fragrance of female that spiked
the air left no doubt she was aroused. When they broke apart, both of them were
breathing hard, their breath creating misty white clouds.
“You sure about this?” He could control his body, but not the rough edge of
his voice as he struggled to maintain composure. “I could follow you.”
Jess looked up at him, her dark lashes dropping a fraction, giving her a sultry
look. “Hop in.”
He was smart enough not to argue with her, but that didn’t mean that the
little voice of human reason in the back of his head wasn’t screaming loudly that
this was stupid and rash. He should take his own vehicle so he didn’t get stuck who
knew where. He didn’t know a damn thing about her. Couldn’t read her mind and
certainly hadn’t asked enough questions. But this was a Mesmer, the wild Were
instinct side of him shouted back. No one, Were especially, could blame him for
responding so quickly and profoundly to her. And hell, he could always follow his
nose and walk back if he needed to.
“Anything you say,” he answered. He waited until she climbed up into
the cab, admiring the way the dark denim jeans hugged the curve of her ass,
then closed the truck door and walked around the back of the pickup. An uneasy
sensation raised the hairs on his skin. He glanced over his shoulder one last time to
make sure they weren’t being followed.
About the Author:
Raised by a bibliophile who made the
dining room into a library, Theresa has
always been a lover of books and stories.
First a writer for newspapers, then for
national magazines, she started her first
novel in high school, eventually enrolling
in a Writer's Digest course and putting the
book under the bed until she joined
Romance Writers of America in 1993. In
2005 she was selected as one of eleven
finalists for the American Title II contest,
the American Idol of books. She is married
to the first man she ever went on a real date
with (to their high school prom), who she
knew was hero material when he suffered
through having to let her parents drive, and
her brother sit between them in the backseat of the car.
They currently live in a Victorian house on a mini farm in the Pacific Northwest
with their two children, three cats, two horses, an energetic mini-Aussie shepherd,
a rabbit, parakeet and an out-of-control herb garden.
You can find her online at her website www.theresameyers.com or frequently on