Jan Irving Writes:Shifter Cowboy

Shifter Cowboy

When cowboy and wolf shifter Cody Marshal wakes on a country road scratched, naked, and lacking his favorite pair of boots he doesn’t expect the caring touch of his rescuer, Adrian Le Roy, or the way it makes him feel, man and wolf.

Veterinarian Adrian Le Roy knows something is strange when he finds cowboy Cody Marshal sleeping off an apparent bender in the middle of the dirt road leading to Adrian’s new practice out west. For one thing, Cody is scratched and bruised and he’s completely naked. When he runs off into the woods Adrian can’t shake the feeling he’s walked into some kind of primal dream.

Twice a month Cody wakes up somewhere bare-assed, lacking even his favourite pair of boots. As far as he’s concerned, being a wolf shifter sucks. Complicating things is his desire for Adrian, his gentle new employer.

Shifter Cowboy is a beautiful love story, and Jan Irving has written characters you will fall in love with. If you’re looking for a fast pace read, that will keep you turning the pages, I completely recommend reading Shifter Cowboy--Coreopsis at Whipped Cream Reviews.

Shifter Cowboy is the second book in the Uncommon Cowboys series and a wonderfully heartwarming romance. Jan Irving has created a memorably fantastic saga that I greatly enjoyed--Chocolate Minx, Literary Nymphs Reviews.

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Excerpt from Shifter Cowboy

Gravel and dirt sprayed Cody Marshall where he was lying curled up in the middle of an unpaved road. He put a hand instinctively over his eyes, shielding them from the stab of headlights.

“What the…!” The creak of a truck door, boots crunching on gravel…A slight figure blocked out the headlights and Cody looked up, at a man with brown hair in his eyes. He knelt next to Cody, reaching out to gently grip his arm. “Are you hurt, can I help you?”

Oh, shit. Cody’s cheeks heated as he realized two things: one, he was lying in plain sight recovering and second, he was completely naked.

“’M fine,” he mumbled. Blood. He could smell it on himself.

“No, you’re not.” Soft brown eyes held his, their color reminding Cody of a string of Tiger’s Eye, clear brown with strands of amber. “Look, I’m going to help you to your feet. Are you okay to try that? If you’re hurting anywhere, let me know…”

“I’m not.” Crap, just his luck he’d get some do-gooder on a little used road in the middle of nowhere on a Friday night. The man looked young and attractive enough so why wasn’t he doing the traditional thing and partying like most of the cowboys who lived in the area?

“Okay then.” Strength. Warmth. The stranger exuded it as he carefully helped Cody to his feet. The front of the truck loomed suddenly closer as Cody wavered but before he could fall, he was snatched close to a hard, protective body. He felt the crispness of denim against his bare lower body and the cotton of a T-shirt brushing his sensitive nipples. He caught his breath, his hands fisting as he felt powerful sexual hunger beat in his blood.

No. He shook his head, desperately holding onto his control. It was tough when he could see the waning moon through a clump of trees, when he could smell lime aftershave and feel the caring in the stranger’s touch.

Nothing got to Cody like someone touching him with tenderness…

“Let me go!” He shoved the man away from him, unable to handle it.

Shocked velvety eyes widened. “Hey, mister, I’m trying to help you!”

Cody dropped his gaze away from the other man’s. What Cody needed, was to feel in control again. He took a deep breath, pushing back his long black hair with a shaking hand. “What’s your name?” he demanded, pretending his nerves weren’t shooting sparks like a downed power line.

The stranger tilted his head, as if considering Cody. Cody hunched his shoulders, wanting to attack, wanting to ghost back into the trees while a third impulse licked up his thigh. Want. Not the pale human thing, but want like the satisfying crunch of bone under his teeth. He wanted to wrap himself around that slender body, him nude, the other man dressed, it didn’t matter.