"A riveting tale that explores different interpretations of human and nonhuman interaction."
Reviewed by Vicky Gilpin
Posted January 16, 2010
Romance Paranormal | Fantasy Urban
Cocky with the thought that shifters are "safe" when
contained behind their magically-crafted collars, DA Kim
Fraser wants to force the barely tolerated minority of
Shifters to accept her as a representative for one of their
own, one it seems their leader wants to throw to the dogs.
After meeting Liam Morrissey, Kim quickly realizes that
she's been played just like the rest of the human world:
the Shifters, whether Pack or Pride, are not "tame" in any
sense of the word. The collars may keep them from murderous
rampages in the countryside, but rogue Shifters are not
uncommon; however, the man awaiting a death sentence is not
one of them. Immediately targeted by her connection to
Liam, Kim must be protected by the Shifters from the
dangers that lurk in the night...both human and not-so-human.
Jennifer Ashley has created a riveting tale that not
only explores different interpretations of human and
nonhuman interaction, but also explores bigotry and
prejudice from multiple angles.
Twenty years ago, shape shifters of all kinds banded
together and announced themselves to the world, only to be
shunted to areas no human wanted ("Shiftertowns"). They are
forced to wear Collars that control their hunting and
fighting instincts (referred to by Shifters as "Taking the
Liam Morrissey is currently liaison between the Shifters of
Austin, TX, and the humans of the city. Kim Fraser,
attorney, finds herself in the unique position of having to
defend a Shifter on a murder charge.
She ventures to Shiftertown to seek out Liam's help, and
there stumbles across too many secrets the Shifters want
kept secret. The un-mated Liam is forced to protect Kim
against the wrath of his clan leader and his own father, and
to his surprise he discovers a powerful attraction to the
sassy, sexy lady.
A girl walks into a barâŚ
No. A human girl walks into a Shifter barâŚ
The bar was empty, not yet open to customers. It looked
normalâwindowless walls painted black, rows of glass
bottles, the smell of beer and stale air. But it wasnât
normal, standing on the edge of Shiftertown as it did.
Kim told herself she had nothing to be afraid of. Theyâre
tamed. Collared. They canât hurt you.
âYou the lawyer?â asked a man washing glasses. He was human,
not Shifter. No strange, slitted pupils, no Collar to
control his aggression. When Kim nodded, he gestured with
his cloth to a door at the end of the bar. âKnock him dead,
âIâll try to keep him alive.â Kim pivoted and stalked away
on her four-inch heels, feeling his gaze on her back all the
She knocked on the door marked âPrivate,â and a man on the
other side growled, âCome.â
I just need to talk to him. Then Iâm done, on my way
home. A trickle of moisture rolled between Kimâs
shoulder blades as she made herself open the door and walk
A man leaned back in a chair behind a messy desk, a sheaf of
papers in his hands. His booted feet were propped on the
desk, his long legs a feast of blue jeans over muscle. He
was a Shifter all rightâthin black and silver Collar against
his throat; hard, honed body; midnight-black hair; definite
air of menace. When Kim entered, he stood, setting the
Damn. He rose to a height of well over six feet and
gazed at Kim with eyes blue like the morning sky. His body
wasnât only honed; it was hotâbig chest, wide shoulders,
tight abs, firm biceps against a form-fitting black T-shirt.
With old-fashioned courtesy, he placed a chair in front of
the desk and motioned her to it. Kim felt the heat of his
hand near the small of her back as she seated herself,
smelled the scent of soap and male musk.
âYouâre Mr. Morrissey?â
The Shifter sat back down, returned his motorcycle boots to
the top of the desk, and laced his hands behind his head.
âCall me Liam.â
The lilt in his voice was unmistakable. Kim put that with
his black hair, impossibly blue eyes, and exotic name.
He smiled a smile that could melt a woman at ten paces. âAnd
who else would be running a pub?â
âBut you donât own it.â
Kim could have bitten out her tongue as soon as she said it.
Of course he didnât own it. He was a Shifter.
His voice went frosty, the crinkles at the corners of his
eyes smoothing out. âYouâre Brian Smithâs lawyer, are you?
Iâm afraid I canât help you much. I donât know Brian well,
and I donât know anything about what happened the night his
girlfriend was murdered. Itâs a long time ago, now.â
Disappointment bit her, but Kim had learned not to let
discouragement stop her when she needed to get a job done.
âBrian called you the âgo-toâ guy. As in, when Shifters are
in trouble, Liam Morrissey helps them out.â
Liam shrugged, muscles moving the barâs logo on his T-shirt.
âTrue. But Brian never came to me. He got into his troubles
all by himself.â
âI know that. Iâm trying to get him out of trouble.â
Liamâs eyes narrowed, pupils flicking to slits as he
retreated to the predator within him. Shifters liked to do
that when assessing a situation, Brian had told her. Guess
who was the prey?
Brian had done the predator-prey thing with Kim at first.
Heâd stopped when he began to trust her, but Kim didnât
think sheâd ever get used to it. Brian was her first Shifter
client, the first Shifter, in fact, sheâd ever seen outside
a television news story. Twenty years Shifters had been
acknowledged to exist, but Kim had never met one.
It was well known that they lived in their enclave on the
east side of Austin, near the old airport, but sheâd never
gone over to check them out. Some human women did, strolling
the streets just outside Shiftertown, hoping for
glimpsesâand moreâof the Shifter men who were reputed to be
strong, gorgeous, and well endowed. Kim had once heard two
women in a restaurant murmuring about their encounter with a
Shifter male the night before. The phrase âOh, my God,â had
been used repeatedly. Kim was as curious about them as
anyone else, but sheâd never summoned the courage to go near
Then suddenly she had been assigned the case of the Shifter
accused of murdering his human girlfriend ten months ago.
This was the first time in twenty years Shifters had caused
trouble, the first time one had been put on trial. The
public, outraged by the killing, wanted Shifters punished,
pointed fingers at those whoâd claimed the Shifters were tamed.
However, after Kim had met Brian, sheâd determined that she
wouldnât do a token defense. She believed in his innocence,
and she wanted to win. There wasnât much case law on
Shifters because thereâd never been any trials, at least
none on record. This was to be a well-publicized trial,
Kimâs opportunity to make a mark, to set precedent.
Liamâs eyes stayed on her, pupils still slitted. âYouâre a
brave one, arenât you? To defend a Shifter?â
âBrave, thatâs me.â Kim crossed her legs, pretending to
relax. They picked up on your nervousness, people said.
They know when youâre scared, and they use your fear.
âI donât mind telling you, this case has been a pain in the
ass from the get-go.â
âHumans think anything involving Shifters is a pain in the ass.â
Kim shook her head. âI mean, itâs been a pain in the ass
because of the way itâs been handled. The cops nearly had
Brian signing a confession before I could get to the
interrogation. At least I put a stop to that, but I couldnât
get bail for him, and Iâve been blocked by the prosecutors
right and left every time I want to review the evidence.
Talking to you is a long shot, but Iâm getting desperate. So
if you donât want to see a Shifter go down for this crime,
Mr. Morrissey, a little cooperation would be appreciated.â
The way he pinned her with his eyes, never blinking, made
her want to fold in on herself. Or run. That was what prey
didâran. And then predators chased them, cornered them.
What did this man do when he cornered his prey? He wore the
Collar; he could do nothing. Right?
Kim imagined herself against a wall, his hands on either
side of her, his hard body hemming her inâŚHeat curled down
Liam took his feet down and leaned forward, arms on the
desk. âI havenât said I wonât help you, lass.â His gaze
flicked to her blouse, whose buttons had slipped out of
their top holes during her journey through Austin traffic
and July heat. âIs Brian happy with you defending him? You
like Shifters that much?â
Kim resisted reaching for the buttons. She could almost feel
his fingers on them, undoing each one, and her heart beat
âItâs nothing to do with who I like. I was assigned to him,
but I happen to think Brianâs innocent. He shouldnât go down
for something he didnât do.â Kim liked her anger, because it
covered up how edgy this man made her. âBesides, Brianâs the
only Shifter Iâve ever met, so I donât know whether I like
them, do I?â
Liam smiled again. His eyes returned to normal, and now he
looked like any other gorgeous, hard-bodied, blue-eyed
Irishman. âYou, love, areââ
âFeisty. Yeah, Iâve heard that one. Also spitfire, little
go-getter, and a host of other condescending terms. But let
me tell you, Mr. Morrissey, Iâm a damn good lawyer. Brianâs
not guilty, and Iâm going to save his ass.â
âI was going to say unusual. For a human.â
âBecause Iâm willing to believe heâs innocent?â
âBecause you came here, to the outskirts of Shiftertown, to
see me. Alone.â
The predator was back.
Why was it that when Brian looked at her like this, it
didnât worry her? Brian was in jail, angry, accused of
heinous crimes. A killer, according to the police. But
Brianâs stare didnât send shivers down her spine like Liam
âAny reason I shouldnât have come alone?â she asked, keeping
her voice light. âIâm trying to prove that Shifters in
general, and my client in particular, canât harm humans. Iâd
do a poor job of it if I was afraid to come and talk to his
Liam wanted to laugh at the littleâspitfireâbut he kept his
stare cool. She had no idea what she was walking into;
Fergus, the clan leader, expected Liam to make sure it
stayed that way.
Damn it all, Liam wasnât supposed to like her. Heâd
expected the usual human woman, sticks-up-their-asses, all
of them, but there was something different about Kim Fraser.
It wasnât just that she was small and compact, while Shifter
women were tall and willowy. He liked the way her dark blue
eyes regarded him without fear, liked the riot of black of
curls that beckoned his fingers. Sheâd had the sense to
leave her hair alone, not force it into some unnatural shape.
On the other hand, she tried to hide her sweetly curvaceous
body under a stiff gray business suit, although her body had
other ideas. Her breasts wanted to burst out of the
button-up blouse, and the stiletto heels only enhanced
wickedly sexy legs.
No Shifter woman would dress as she did. Shifter women wore
loose clothes they could quickly shed if they needed to
change forms. Shorts and T-shirts were popular. So were
gypsy skirts and sarongs in the summer.
Liam imagined this lady in a sarong. Her melon-firm breasts
would fill out the top, and the skirt would bare her smooth
Sheâd be even prettier in a bikini, lolling around some rich
manâs pool, sipping a complicated drink. She was a
lawyerâthere was probably a boss in her firm who had already
made her his. Or perhaps she was using said boss to climb
the success ladder. Humans did that all the time. Either the
bastard would break her heart, or sheâd walk away happy with
what sheâd got out of it.
Thatâs why we stay the hell away from humans. Brian
Smith had taken up with a human woman, and look where he was
So why did this female raise Liamâs protective instincts?
Why did she make him want to move closer, inside the radius
of her body heat? She wouldnât like that; humans tried to
stay a few feet apart from each other unless they couldnât
help it. Even lovers might do nothing more than hold hands
Liam had no business thinking about passion and this woman
in the same heartbeat. Fergusâs instructions had been to
listen to Kim, sway her, then send her home. Not that Liam
was in the habit of blindly obeying Fergus.
âSo why do you want to help him, love?â he asked. âYouâre
only defending him because you drew the short straw, am I
âIâm the junior in the firm, so it was handed to me, yes.
But the prosecutorâs office and the police have done a
shitty job with this case. Rights violations all over the
place, but the courts wonât dismiss it, no matter how much I
argue. Everyone wants a Shifter to go down, innocent or guilty.â
âAnd why do you believe Brian didnât do it?â
âWhy do you think?â Kim tapped her throat. âBecause of these.â
Liam resisted touching the strand of black and silver metal
fused to his own neck, a small Celtic knot at the base of
his throat. The Collars contained tiny programmed chips
enhanced by powerful Fae magic to keep Shifters in check,
though the humans didnât want to acknowledge the magic part.
The Collar shot an electric charge into a Shifter when his
violent tendencies rose to the surface. If the Shifter
persisted, the next dose was one of debilitating pain. A
Shifter couldnât attack anyone if he was rolling around on
the ground, writhing in agony.
Liam wasnât sure entirely how the Collars worked; he only
knew that each became bonded to its wearerâs skin and
adapted to their animal form when they shifted. All Shifters
living in human communities were required to wear the
Collars, which were unremovable once put on. Refusing the
Collar meant execution. If the Shifter tried to escape, he
or she was hunted down and killed.
âYou know Brian couldnât have committed a violent crime,â
Kim was saying. âHis Collar would have stopped him.â
âLet me guess. Your police claim the Collar malfunctioned?â
âYep. When I suggest having it tested, Iâm greeted with all
kinds of reasons it canât be. The Collar canât be removed,
and anyway it would be too dangerous to have Brian
Collarless if he could be. Also too dangerous to provoke him
to violence and see if the Collar stops him. Brianâs been
calm since he was brought in. Like heâs given up.â She
looked glum. âI hate to see someone give up like that.â
âYou like the underdog?â
She grinned at him with red lips. âYou could say that, Mr.
Morrissey. Me and the underdog go back a long way.â
Liam liked her mouth. He liked imagining it on his body, on
certain parts of his anatomy in particular. He had no
business thinking that, but the thoughts triggered a
physical reaction below the belt.
Weird. Heâd never even considered having sex with a human
before. He didnât find human women attractive; Liam
preferred to be in his big cat form for sex. He found sex
that way much more satisfying. With Kim, heâd have to remain
His gaze strayed to her unbuttoned collar. Of course, it
might not be so bad to be human with herâŚ
What the hell am I thinking? Liamâs instructions had
been clear, and Liam agreeing to them had been the only way
Fergus had allowed Kim to come to Shiftertown at all. Fergus
wasnât keen on a human woman being in charge of Brianâs
case, not that they had any choice. Fergus had been pissed
about Brianâs arrest from the beginning and thought the
Shifters should back off and stay out of it. Almost as
though he believed Brian was guilty.
But Fergus lived down on the other side of San Antonio, and
what he didnât know wouldnât hurt him. Liam would handle
this his own way.
âSo what do you expect from me, love?â he asked Kim. âWant
to test my Collar?â
âNo, I want to know more about Brian, about Shifters and the
Shifter community. Who Brianâs people are, how he grew up,
what itâs like to live in a Shifter enclave.â She smiled
again. âFinding six independent witnesses who swear he was
nowhere near the victim at the time in question wouldnât
âOh, is that all? Bloody miracles is what you want, darling.â
She wrapped a dark curl around her finger. âBrian said that
youâre the Shifter people talk to most. Shifters and humans
It was true that Shifters came to Liam with their troubles.
His father, Dylan Morrissey, was master of this Shiftertown,
second in power in the whole clan.
Humans knew little about the careful hierarchy of the
Shifter clans and pridesâpacks for Lupinesâand still less
about how informally but efficiently everything got done.
Dylan was the Morrissey pride leader and the leader of this
Shiftertown, and Fergus was the clan leader for the Felines
of South Texas, but Shifters with a problem sought out Liam
or his brother Sean for a chat. Theyâd meet in the bar or at
the coffee shop around the corner. So, Liam, can you ask
your father to look into it for me?
No one would petition Dylan or Fergus directly. That wasnât
done. But chatting about things to Liam over coffee, that
was fine and didnât draw attention to the fact that the
person in question had troubles.
Everyone would know anyway, of course. Life in a Shiftertown
reminded Liam very much of life in the Irish village heâd
lived near until theyâd come to Texas twenty years ago.
Everyone knew everything about everyone, and news traveled,
lightning-swift, from one side of the village to the other.
âBrian never came to me,â he said. âI never knew anything
about this human girl until suddenly the police swoop in
here and arrest him. His mother struggled out of bed to
watch her son be dragged away. She didnât even know why for
Kim watched Liamâs blue eyes harden. The Shifters were angry
about Brianâs arrest, that was certain. Citizens of Austin
had tensely waited for the Shifters to make trouble after
the arrest, to break free and try to retaliate with
violence, but Shiftertown remained quiet. Kim wondered why,
but she wasnât about to ask right now and risk angering the
one person who might help her.
âExactly my point,â she said. âThis case has been handled
badly from start to finish. If you help me, I can spring
Brian and make a point at the same time. You donât mess with
peopleâs rights, not even Shiftersâ.â
Liamâs eyes grew harder, if that were possible. It was like
looking at living sapphire. âI donât give a damn about
making a point. I give a damn about Brianâs family.â
All right, so sheâd miscalculated about what would motivate
him. âIn that case, Brianâs family will be happier with him
outside prison, not inside.â
âHe wonât go to prison, love. Heâll be executed, and you
know it. No waiting twenty years on death row, either.
Theyâll kill him, and theyâll kill him fast.â
That was true. The prosecutor, the county sheriff, the
attorney general, and even the governor wanted an example
made of Brian. There hadnât been a Shifter attack in twenty
years, and the Texas government wanted to assure the world
that they werenât going to allow one now.
âSo are you going to help me save him?â Kim asked. If he
wanted to be direct and to the point, fine. So could she.
âOr let him die?â
Anger flickered through Liamâs eyes again, then sorrow and
frustration. Shifters were emotional people from what sheâd
seen in Brian, not bothering to hide what they felt. Brian
had lashed out at Kim many times before heâd grudgingly
acknowledged that she was on his side.
If Liam decided to stonewall her, Brian had said, Kim had no
hope of getting cooperation from the other Shifters. Even
Brianâs own mother would take her cue from Liam.
Liam had the look of a man who didnât take shit from anyone.
A man used to giving the orders himself, but so far he
hadnât seemed brutal. He could make his voice soft and
lilting, reassuring, friendly. He was a defender, she
guessed. A protector of his people.
Was he deciding whether to protect Brian or turn his back?
Liamâs gaze flicked past her to the door, every line of his
body coming alert. Kimâs nerves made her jump. âWhat is it?â
Liam got out of his chair and started around the desk at the
same time the door scraped open and another manâanother
Liamâs expression changed. âSean.â He clasped the other
Shifterâs arms and pulled him into a hug.
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