Blog Tour + Giveaway + Excerpts + Book Trailer: Primal Shifters (Box Set) by Kira Shayde

About the Book:
Author: Kira Shayde
Publication Date: February 25, 2019
Publisher: Kira Shayde
Formats: eBook
Pages: 354
Three novella-length paranormal romances in one overarching story of sociopolitical conflict.
When Holly Ainran’s brother goes AWOL from an elite military force in Tanzania, she confronts Commander Bane Ojore, a rare melanistic lion shifter. Sparks ignite, but Holly finds a challenge in taming this brooding, hostile beast. Bane does not expect the daughter of a high-ranking parliamentary executive to be a smart, code-breaking expert adamant about abolishing the lion caste hierarchy and ending the lion-hyena conflict. Nor does he expect such a stunning lioness to fall for him. But Bane’s job is to find the traitors supplying weapons to the hyenas, and all signs point to Holly’s brother. Holly won’t give up on her brother though…or Bane. As their passion escalates, so do the risks, the danger, and ultimately, their love.

Months as a POW leaves lion shifter Fix Ainran struggling to recover, but he can’t get the curvaceous Caryn Plumar out of his mind. Yet the beautiful daughter of the hyena chairman only torments the disabled former soldier with heated trysts before pulling away. No matter how much she desires Fix’s touch, Caryn’s obligations involve more than fighting for an independent hyena state in a land ruled by lions and fraught with war. She must sacrifice any chance of happiness and freedom by marrying within the clan to ensure her safety. Unable to stay apart, Fix and Caryn defy societal rules and risk their lives as they battle enemies, search for the truth about his captivity...and fall in love.

When Alina Van der Stel agrees to spring an imprisoned lion shifter in southern Africa and hand him over to the rebels in return for information about her birth parents, she doesn’t expect the man to capture her mind as much as he does her body. Falsely accused of conspiracy, Kipper Lumbwi has no intention of allowing the icy blonde to sell him to the very traitors who landed him a stint in prison. Yet her ethereal blue eyes reflect years of sadness as a snow leopard trapped in a land of lions, and he understands her need to find her true kin. Except she’s not the only one targeting him. With a bounty-hunting hyena and the Defence Force in pursuit, Kipper and Alina agree to an alliance…one that leads to her finally experiencing the joys of desire. Can their passion earn them the trust they’ll need to survive?

        Excerpt from Bane of Her Desire
Holly Ainran opened the box her father had received from the Alpha Elites paramilitary base. She tossed her brother’s faded fatigues and worn military boots aside and sifted through the contents of his safe-deposit box—some banking papers, a data chip, and a pocket watch from their great-grandfather.
She sat back on her heels. If only there were something among Fix’s personal effects to give her a clue as to why he had dropped off the face of the earth. Was he having an affair with a married woman? Involved in some shady drug deal?
Months ago, he’d been reported AWOL, yet he hadn’t reached out to her. It ticked her off. Maybe she was no more than his kid sister, but she’d thought they were close. At least they had been before he joined the Elites. Another possibility flitted through her mind, and she shoved it away angrily. His body hadn’t been found, and she just knew he was alive. Felt it somehow. Whatever it took, she’d find him.
She popped her brother’s data chip into her laptop and scrolled through the directories. Nothing more incriminating than saved game scores, innocuous e-mails to his on-again, off-again girlfriend, and pictures of his Alpha Elite buddies relaxing by their campsite. She was about to remove the chip when she spied a seemingly gibberish file name and smiled. Gotcha.
Holly double-clicked the file and received a system error. Encrypted. Damn. Now she was definitely intrigued. What was Fix hiding? She ran through various computer algorithms and within minutes bypassed his encryption. But it wasn’t a text file as she’d expected.
A video appeared on her screen, and she recognized the Alpha Elite base. Out of camera range, a man spoke, his deep voice imposing, almost threatening. A tremor coursed through her. The man strode into view, the camera focusing on his face, and her breath caught in her throat. His amber skin glowed, and his black eyes were like bullets beneath a strong brow ridge. A dark shadow of stubble colored his square jaw.
Her gaze riveted to his mouth. Holly no longer listened to his words, imagining only for a moment how it would feel to have those commanding lips pressed against her skin. The muscles in his jaw flexed, and the low timbre of his voice vibrated through her veins. This man was evocative, combustive…primal.
Uneasiness crept over her, and she pushed the wayward thoughts aside. There was a coldness to his face, a tightness around his eyes. This was a man who didn’t reveal secrets, who wouldn’t share himself. A man who clearly reveled in danger and control. This had to be the elusive Bane Ojore, leader of the Alpha Elites paramilitary force.
He shifted to lion form, and Holly gasped. She stared at the video, mesmerized by the sight of an almost unheard-of melanistic lion, his fur as black as a thundercloud, his mane the color of charcoal and fuller than any other she’d seen. When he let out a ferocious roar, she shuddered. But from fear…or something else?

Excerpt from Desires at War
Lying on the physical therapy table, Fix Ainran stared at the door, hoping Zuri was his therapist for the afternoon. That girl rocked a drool-worthy booty, not to mention he could lose himself in her big, dark eyes.
A slender blonde entered the room instead. Damn. Alina, the ice queen. Nothing he said or did ever seemed to warm her up.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he drawled, attempting to thaw her composure. Even an added wink did nothing to budge her frozen expression.
Without a word, she spread a towel over his lower torso. What was the point? He never got physically aroused around her. Then again, she’d make any guy’s wood shrivel. Zuri on the other hand always seemed happy when he tented the towel. Happy for him since at least that aspect still functioned. A lot of guys with spinal-cord injuries couldn’t say the same.
The ice queen seemed even more clinical than usual. She didn’t bother with the deep massage to his quads, giving only a cursory rub over his legs. As his spinal injury was incomplete, he had intermittent feeling, and today her hands felt like stinging nettles on his skin.
“I’ve been having cramps in my upper thighs, so don’t forget—”
“I am aware of my job,” she said curtly without so much as a glance at him.
Fix turned his head, compressing his lips. Yup. Cold as ice. He stared at the blank wall, and his thoughts drifted. As always, no matter how hard he tried to suppress the memories, he returned to that day. The day his life changed.
He’d been sent on a solo mission to the rugged cliffs of Tanzania along the borderlands. Known as the hyena hellhole, an area so barren no one lived or hunted there. An area used only by hyena forces for military training…

Crouched by the cliff edge for a better view, Fix raised his binoculars to his face when a hard shove against his back knocked him off balance. Scrambling to regain his footing, he tried to twist around and grab the rock edge, but the dirt on the cliff gave way beneath his feet. He remembered screaming as the air rushed over his face. Then blackness.
He never saw who attacked him. Never even heard a sound.
When he came to, face down in a gully, he tried shifting to lion form, believing he could handle his injuries more easily as a lion than a human. Dead wrong. An unbelievable burn exploded across his back as if he’d been ripped in two. He screamed in agony, his head pounding like a jackhammer. Unable to hold on to his sanity, he begged and pleaded to the gods, offering up his future firstborn son. Anything to stop the pain.
Crumpled on the rocks, half-human, half-lion, he lacked the strength to reshift. Minutes passed, maybe hours—time held no meaning while he drifted in and out of consciousness—he heard voices. One carried above the others. A voice he recognized but couldn’t put a name to. Although at that moment, he couldn’t come up with his own name.
As he was set on a board, he fought to remain focused and resolute, although a small whimper escaped through his clenched teeth, and he bit back a howl when thick canvas straps tightened across his chest. Once again, blessed blackness overtook him.
When he awoke, he blinked against a harsh light, and his nose wrinkled from the strident odor of disinfectant. A tube trailed from the back of his hand to a clear bag hung on a pole. A hospital room? No. Yellow flowers adorned the quilted bedcovers draped across his legs, and on the other side of the room, an oval mirror perched above a dainty woman’s vanity dresser, like the kind his grandmother had in her bedroom.
A deep grunt to his right sent an instinctual rush of adrenaline through Fix’s veins. Jerking his head, he willed his body to follow, but to no avail, and his hands bunched into fists. A swarthy man sitting next to the bed narrowed his eyes, then rose and left the room. Gritting his teeth, Fix sank back into the pillow.
Within minutes, a string of unfamiliar faces paraded past him, and questions were asked for which he had no answers. He had no use for these surly men and their meaningless riddles.
Then she lingered at the doorway. A halo of walnut-colored curls framed a sweet, compassionate face with the warmest brown eyes he’d ever seen. His gaze drank in her generous curves emphasized by a tight tank top and jeans. Her lush softness sent his heart racing.
“Caryn,” a gruff voice called from outside the makeshift hospital room.
A slight frown drew her eyebrows together as she turned toward the voice.
Fix’s breath hitched. She could help him. He felt it in his bones. “Caryn,” he whispered to her, drawing her attention.
She tilted her head. “What’s your name?”
The memory came to him. “Fix.”
“Fix? Can’t say I’ve heard that name before.” Her smile revealed deep dimples in her cheeks, and she leaned against the door frame.
“A nickname,” he replied, distracted by the tempting view offered by her top’s low-cut neckline.
But a strange thought erupted in the back of his mind. She was not his kind.

Excerpt from Cool Blue Desire 
Hot, dry air blew under the rusted metal door, leaving the ruddy sands of the Kalahari desert in its wake. With a sigh, Kipper brushed the never-ending grit from his prison mattress and returned to flipping through the one paperback in his cell, a psychological thriller with stained pages and a missing back cover. Having memorized the dialogue, he’d taken to voicing the characters with various accents.
The screech of the window crank no longer captured his attention.
“Lumbwi,” a gruff voice called.
Kipper wearily raised his gaze to the peeling plaster on the ceiling. “What?”
“You have a visitor.”
A visitor? He tossed the book down, swung his legs to the floor, and stared at the small, barred window in the door, where little more than the guard’s beard was visible. “Who?”
“Dunno. Some babe. Says she’s your consort.” The guard guffawed. “Consort, huh? What you packing in your pants, Lumbwi?”
The door lock clicked, and the metal hinges groaned as the guard opened the door. “Conjugal visits are limited to fifteen minutes.”
Standing, Kipper blinked. “Uh, sure.”
Except he didn’t have a consort. Hell, he didn’t even have a girlfriend.
The guard accompanied Kipper across the sandy courtyard, the older man’s uneven gait causing one foot to slap the ground with every step, creating a cloud of dust.
Kipper spat dirt from his mouth. Gods, he hated southern Africa.
Every night as he struggled to fall asleep on his cot, he pictured the Serengeti plains and lush forests of Tanzania, where after five years serving as a soldier in the Defence Force, he’d found a nice apartment in the city and a job in local law enforcement. Volunteered his time working with lower-caste kids. Spent the weekends hiking near Lake Victoria.
Not a bad life for a second-caste lion shifter.
But it didn’t last. He threw it all away fighting for equality against the iron-clad rules of a Parliament run solely by first-caste lions. An admirable cause, but funneling weapons to enemy hyenas hell-bent on annihilating lions was not. Kipper simply had no idea what the lion rebels had gotten him into, and for the past six months, he’d been paying the price for his ignorance.
Scanning the prison commons, he barely had a chance to notice the pale blonde when she threw her arms around his neck.
“Oh, Kip,” she purred. “I’ve missed you.”
He stiffened. What the hell? Trying to turn his head, he found his movement blocked. She kissed his neck, her grip on him surprisingly strong for such a slender woman.
“Play along,” she said in his ear, more a demand than a request.
“Hey, doll,” he drawled after catching his breath. Her scent reminded him of jasmine flowers. “Long time no see.”
“Come with me.” She trailed a hand down his shoulder and grasped his wrist.
The guard winked. “She must be anxious!”
Kipper merely nodded, confusion peppering his thoughts, while the mysterious woman dragged him across the courtyard. “Listen, doll. Maybe you could—”
“Get down.”
She shoved him in the chest. “I said get down.”
Sequestered in a narrow inlet of the u-shaped building surrounding the commons, the woman crouched, gesturing for Kipper to follow. When he did, she slid her hand over the zipper of his pants, and his breath hitched.
“Whoa. Don’t you think we should get to know each other first?”
Her lips didn’t even twitch. She worked his zipper down, and he felt cold metal brush against his thigh. “Wait ten minutes, and then head toward the kitchen. Do not look back.”
“Why? What’s going on?”
Her large sunglasses hid her eyes. “Are you always this dense?”
His jaw clenched. “Who are you?”
She stood. “You’re needed. That’s all I can say.”
“Needed by whom?” Although he had a suspicious feeling he already knew the answer. The rebels. Screw them if they thought he’d do their dirty work again.
The blonde turned away, but he snatched her arm. “Tell me now.”
“I don’t have time.” She faced him again, and tension etched her dark red lips, a lipstick shade he felt for some reason wasn’t natural for her. No doubt part of the charade.
“Just do as you’re told,” she snapped, tugging her arm free. “Please…”
The slight quiver in her voice caught him off guard.
“Or would you rather continue to rot in this place?” Hard steel replaced the hint of vulnerability.
Kira Shayde is a paranormal romance author who writes about animal magnetism and intrigue, where the heroes bring the heat and the heroines save the day. She explores somewhat atypical pairings and settings and can’t help adding a twinge of societal awareness to her works, but the focus is always on the developing romance, passion, and happy endings. While some of her books are erotic romances, you won’t find any hard-core BDSM. Kira prefers the hero and heroine to share the power and share the love.

On a personal level, she’s devoted to animal and ecological conservation, loves devil’s food cake, and pretends she can sing.

Kira is currently working on Ancient Bond, the second book in her Followers series, and also a non-romance science-fiction thriller.

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1 winner will win a finished copy of PRIMAL SHIFTERS Box Set & a $10 Amazon gift card.


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  1. Thank you so much for having me on your blog! Much appreciated. :)

    Kira Shayde

  2. Thank you so much for having me on your blog! Much appreciated. :)

    Kira Shayde


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