
About Shifting Perspectives
by Nerine Petros
45 pages / 10300 words
ISBN: 978-1-61040-063-3
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As the only butcher in his outback town, Oliver knows the locals well.
After all, most of them are shifters. When a new group moves into an
abandoned ranch nearby, Oliver is more intrigued than worried, especially
once the strangers place a standing order for a cow per week.
The town pack decides to live and let live, but Oliver wants to know more
about these Waangoo newcomers. Why are there just five men? Why does the
pack beta make Oliver's assistant so belligerent? And above all, why can't
Oliver look away from the strangers' alpha, Angus?

Sample
"Thanks for bringing that out for us," Fynn said.
"That's all right. It was nice to have a walk around the property and see
how it's all come together for you," Oliver responded from inside the back
of the van as he helped carry the meat inside.
"I'm sorry I couldn't get out there this week. Fergus is waiting for a part
for the ute, and Kyran and Aden are using the other two vehicles."
"It's no worries," Oliver assured him, meaning it.
They walked into the kitchen together, and Oliver again admired it as he had
done earlier on his tour. It was beautiful; the brothers had done a good
job. Oliver could hear a rumble in the study as he walked past this time,
and wondered who was home.
In the kitchen, Oliver placed the last of the order on the bench for Fynn
and moved to the door to head back out, starting to make his goodbyes.
"Not leaving us so soon, are you?" a deep voice asked.
Oliver turned and immediately lost himself into the most intense pair of
eyes he had ever seen, entranced by the amber color.
"Uh... umn... nahar..." was all Oliver could stammer. This man was obviously
the source of the rumble Oliver had heard from the study, and of course
Oliver, standing in front of the one man he would have liked to actually
impress, managed to become tongue-tied.
"'Course he's not, you just didn't give me time to tell him he was here for
dinner whether he liked it or not," Oliver heard Fynn respond as if from far
away.
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