About Shifting Perspectives 2: Jacey, Fynn & Aden
by Nerine Petros
40 pages / 10000 words
ISBN: 978-1-61040-190-6
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Months ago, Fynn got into Jacey's face in the most unnerving of ways. Now they have to work together every day on the dingo shifters' ranch. Jacey can't forget that first encounter, and desperately fights the attraction he feels for Fynn and Fynn's mate, Aden. Fynn and Aden want Jacey to come to them willingly--but patience has its limits, and Jacey pushes too far when he drives home drunk after a night at the local bar. It's time to show Jacey what a mate bond really means, and maybe Jacey has a few things to show his shifters, too…
Sample
Jacey kicked at the dirt on the path in front of him,
heading toward the kitchen door. Dang, he was sick of seeing red. Red sun,
red dirt, red faces, red sunburn. Red, red, red. Trying to distract himself
from that depressing thought, he wondered idly who would be around at this
time of day.
Okay, so maybe he needed some coffee, or even another shot of Bundaberg rum,
to help clear the cobwebs, but sometimes it felt to him like there were a
few too many men in the house. There were five of them -- five big, solid,
tanned, hot shifters -- all living here, plus Oliver. Between Angus, Aden,
Fynn, Kyran and Aric, the whole living situation brought way too many
college dorm room fantasies to mind.
Two shifters in particular made his heart beat faster and his palms sweat.
But they weren't for him. He had to remember that. So far he had done an
almost perfect job of convincing everyone he was straight. Jacey was nowhere
near as brave as Oliver. He had kept his true self hidden, even from
himself, at least until recently. Jacey had pretty much forced himself to
deal with his issues when the shifters had arrived, or face slow insanity
from the lust and instant hard-ons he experienced in Fynn and Aden's
presence.
Walking into the front hall, Jacey saw Oliver and Aden sitting quietly at
the kitchen table, each appearing lost in their breakfast and respective
readings. Both paused as Jacey reached the kitchen, Oliver with a spoon of
Weet-bix halfway to his mouth, trailing milk all over his lap. Angus would
probably think that was adorable and try and lick it all up.
Jacey caught himself with disgust before the thought could go any further,
stumbling forward to sink into the chair closer to Aden's end of the table,
dropping his head into his hands. He must be worse off than he thought if he
was starting to daydream about his best friend's love life.
The silence getting to him, Jacey slid his hands around to cup his cheeks,
catching Oliver's facial expression, all pursed up looking slightly like a
pussycat. Jacey knew he probably looked like death warmed over, and a slight
blush caught his cheeks.
"What is that smell?"Oliver asked, his nose wrinkling in disgust. "Is that
yesterday's clothes you're still in?"
Jacey quietly groaned. If Oliver could smell him from the other end of the
table, he really didn't want to know what Aden could smell from pretty much
right next to him. Chancing a glance, Jacey saw that Aden gave no outward
reaction at all. Deciding to ignore Aden for the time being, Jacey answered
Oliver's questions from the safety of his hands, hiding his face from view.
"Yes, and the smell is probably a mix of sawdust, cow poo, cheap perfume,
cigarettes, and however many beers they threw on me."
Of course, Jacey should have known Oliver couldn't leave it at that, even
after Jacey had given extra info in the hope that the gossip in Oliver would
be happy.
"So where did you sleep?" Oliver wanted to know.
"In my car, out in the butchery car park. Didn't want to be late to work,
you know," Jacey said, hoping this didn't drag on for very long. He watched
Oliver take one really long, deep breath before letting it out slowly. That
couldn't be a good sign.
"Are you telling me that you went out for a night on the town, did something
that made people want to throw beer all over you, then drove your car out to
our place, which is at least forty-five minutes away from the closest bar,
and slept in your car the rest of the night?" Oliver practically yelled at
him, spewing little pieces of Weet-bix over the table in the process.
"Geez, man, lower your voice a bit, it's no biggie." Jacey really, really
wanted Oliver to leave this alone. Why did everyone have to ride him so much
about every little thing? Oliver didn't need to shout, either. That wasn't
helping his pounding head one little bit.
"No biggie? No biggie? You were drunk. Behind the wheel of a car. Where did
you go?"
Still with the yelling, although at a slightly higher pitch this time.
Jacey's head throbbed the tiniest bit harder, and he started hoping that
there were some extra strength aspirin somewhere close by.
"The Pig and Whistle. You know the one, always full of those curves, and I
don't mean the architecture."