Hot & Steamy Outback Roo Shapeshifter...

Hoppin' Hot in Huskisson

Jack is a dreamer who is searching for his anchor in a dusty, turbulent world. He spends his evenings racing through the undergrowth of the Outback--while his days are occupied with working hard on his grandfather's opal mine and boxing (in his other form) for his uncle during the weekends.

It is difficult being a shape shifter. It is even tougher being a sexy kangaroo shape shifter....especially a young, virile shape shifter who can hop all night long. Jack was known for playing around and hooking up with the other lovely Roo ladies that roamed the wilds at night. His back legs were the strongest and most muscular of all the males in the area, after all.

But Jack met Edna and his world will never be the same. When she shifts, she looks, oh, so hot with her gooey marsupial pouch. He would do anything to capture her heart... and her lady parts.



Can they embrace in each others' tiny Roo arms for the rest of their lives? Or, will they be torn apart when Jack learns about Edna's past--when Virginia Sam, the Opossum Man, claims that her father gave her to him in an arranged marriage that has been previously consummated.

Sam ensnares Jack and Edna in his plot to overthrow all placental animals in his quest for genetic superiority. Their lives, and the lives of everyone in the Outback, will be altered....FOREVAR!

~back cover

O.K. sounds a wee bit ridiculous now doesn't it? I would not be surprised if this book idea exists somewhere...or is in the works...where did this crazy idea come from....well, see below.

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Late one night, I was perusing book titles, while IMing another book hound. The messages flew back and forth between us as we shared books and book titles.

I love Romance, Erotica, Science Fiction, Fantasy, Historical Fiction...if it is a book...the statistical odds are good I will like it.

***There are some noted exceptions.***

The market, right now, is full of vampire, werewolf and other sundry paranormal romances. Lines are being blurred between genres--which, I might add, has caused some confusion in bookstores, as well as with publishers. You never really know what you will find...but I found some lovely examples of the paranormal romance genre...and some examples which almost caused beer to shoot from my poor beleaguered nostrils in a very explosive manner.

I *actually* cannot remember what I was looking for...but, I stopped when I hit this title: The Nymph King. Being inquisitive, I needed to know more about this particular book...*cough, cough.*

Look at the carefully placed swirlies to cover my crotchular region.

The picture amused me....so to get a closer look I clicked upon it. Amazon also invited me to look inside....and who could pass that up? I mean...how far did the swirls and curly-ques extend?

Apparently, Valerian (nice Roman name for an Atlantean Nymph...but maybe there is something there that I missed....also the name of a sleepy time herb) has needs. He needs lots of ladies...usually at one time. He has no problem getting the ladies, as we find out on the second page:

Women had only to look at Valerian to crave him. Smell his erotically seductive Nymph fragrance to ready themselves for his pleasure. Hear his husky, wine rich voice to strip for him. Feel a single caress of his fingertips to peak after delicious peak and beg for more. He was not boastful about this; it was simply fact.(2007, pg. 12) Emphasis mine.

First...Nymph fragrance? What the heck.....I started giggling maniacally at the thought of Nymph Fragrance. I am sure Calvin Klein would love to get his hands on such a fragrance.

And, yes....with that being page two it gets even more....interesting? I guess Valerian and the boys line up the ladies and choose who they want...only the best for the Nymph king...who oozes some funky fragrance. I admit that the cheesy oddness of this one might cause me to buy it...just so I can read about the full effect of the Nymph fragrance.

The next book that I came across was this beauty:

I am trying to look sexy...it is hard when you are used to having a horn.

I wanted to know why he was a "Lord of Legends." His name, apparently, is Arion....and he, uh, is the, uh....king of the unicorns trapped in the body of a man...*snicker*...he uh...does not seem to have his "horn" in this picture. So, uh....now I sort of want this book....so I can find out what he can do with his...."horn."

I thought the hornless, horny guy motif sounded familiar...and looked upon my bookshelf. Lo, and behold!


What I thought was a stand alone book, about an angsty forest fairy lord who sometimes wore antlers, is now a series!!! A series about other dudes, who are angsty Fae who sometimes wear horns, but now have to bed down with human folk! He now has friends!!! *Happy Dance*

I love both of the authors mentioned...and a quick perusal of my bookshelves will show I own their works. I hope no one takes offense...even though the premise of the above are absurd...but then again real life is often more odd than whatever we write in fiction.

This has been on my brain as I watch and read what authors are writing in an attempt to share their talents as well as grab a readers attention.

And you might ask why, oh why is my brain on such topics today....well.....

As I type Twitter is being infected with a STTD....or Sexually Transmitted Twitter Disease of the Horny Kitty profiles that seem to be proliferating with randomly generated user names. Some users are harboring many copies of the antlered felines in their follower lists...which, oddly reminded me of the books I found last week...in all of their forehead protrusion natures and nymphy fragrance....

What does a Nymph smell like by the way...and would you rather play with a sex crazed fragrant Nymph or a poor Unicorn King stuck in a human body? The discussion is now yours.