~~~ Walk Another World ~~~

Love Under All-New Moons & Stars!

Welcome to ILoveShape-shifters.com!

Romance Author

Michele Hart
Danger, Thrills, and Adventure.

Bad Good Guys. Scary Bad Guys.
And unforgettable chills.

Shadow, risk, and mystery...

Can I interest you in a sssexy and dangerous shape-shifter escaped from a prison-planet for your winter affair? How about a brawler with a badge who can read your thoughts? Imagine yourself trapped on a space station with your high-school crush and only hours to live.

Find me when you’re ready for a risky mind control adventure battling the CIA. Feel like fighting the Mob today? Does your heart secretly desire to be frightened by demons, rescued by angels? A gangland executioner named Heretic awaits you.

Discover passion, dare, and adventure under all-new moons and stars. Investigate me.

Who are the Nephilim?

Nephilim - The offspring of the marriages (or rapes) of the daughters of Man by the sons of the Maker, the fallen angels.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Wishing You Happiness and Success in 2013!

(Pretty sweet prizes. Nice way to start off the new year.)

Happy 2013!
I wish you all excellent and joyous new years!

Are you having fun blog hopping
and finding new love stories? I hope so.
Start the year off with a new and exciting love affair
(without getting in trouble with the ball-and-chain. Wink!)

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Do you have a New Year's resolution?
Share it with us in the comment section of this blog.
That'll be fun.


Here's a gift to start out
the new year with laughs. 

Click here for a FREE READ,
my Greek Myth Romantic Fantasy
No Funny Stuff!
*A Mission for the Muse of Comedy.
(You can't miss it if you have a shoe fetish.)

Take it home
for an afternoon of chuckles.

I hope you're a-mused.

I have a New Year's confession: I dig sneaky men.
Not the bad kind of guy who does shameful things,
but good men who cannot be stopped,
who find unconventional ways
to get the job done under battle conditions.
(That's one of the reasons why I love my dear heart. He's a journalist.
And he cannot be deterred, side-tracked, or distracted when he's onto something.

That kind of doggedness is a hero trait. Thanks, honey, for being my hero.)

Let's talk about Danny, the devious hero of
my Angels and Demons/Sci-Fi Romantic Adventure.
Coming from a rough background as a teen-aged gangland hit man,
he's sneaky to begin with and capable of anything.

Then the government gives him an invisible suit.

What would YOU do with an invisible suit?
A very specific kind of cop now,
Danny still exercises a love of torture,
usually on the demons he hunts and destroys.
But tonight he'll torment his overly gutsy heroine, Faith.
With his sexiness.
(Biting my knuckle.)

     Daniel Tierney and his fellow I-Marshals take down the organizations producing the most dangerous substance in the Alliance. But reporter Faith Vedder turns up at the worst times, including Danny’s near-assassination. He’s had enough of her interference and requires her source of information.
     Faith won’t tell him anything that compromises her Pulitzer-worthy story, not even under the magic of hot attraction. She doesn’t know she’s surrounded by fallen angels at war. Danny’s not finished making demands. She doesn’t understand until a giant, snorting, winged monster slobbers down her back, threatening to flay her.
      The gangbusters can’t delay in their mission to shut down gangs until Danny learns the new criminal kingpin of their world is a man who once held Faith’s heart. In the guise of a gangland executioner named Heretic, Danny will destroy him. Even if it destroys Faith. 
     Angels are watching. Demons are plotting. Faith is the key.

Here. Watch a book trailer:


This is the first time Faith meets up with Danny, sort of:

 [ This excerpt is rated PG-13. The story is rated R. ]

          Wrapped in her bathrobe and feeling silly for taking a gun with her for a bath, Faith came from the shower room to find all the lights out in her home. She was sure she’d left at least some of the lights on. The only visible thing was a red read-out of the clock mounted on the wall.
          “Bedroom lights on,” she told the computer system that operated the rented home. The room lit up, and she discovered the furniture rearranged.
          There was no imagining this. She held her gun up for business. If someone were there to hurt her, why did he wait to do it?
          “This sooo isn’t funny,” she said to her unseen tormentor, not expecting an answer.
          She heard a deep masculine chuckle in the room with her. Then a resonant, seemingly disembodied voice said to her, “It’s funnier on my end, I know. The surprised expression on your face is priceless.”
          A shiver swept through her. Her trigger finger itched. “Who’s here?”
          “Who I am is less important than my mission. I’ve been sent to kill you, Faith.” It was a smooth baritone voice with a particular unnamable element that moved through her like a hot wind.
          She turned the gun toward the voice and pulled the trigger, only to hear and feel the click of an unloaded gun. She heard him laugh again.
          “Kitty has claws.” His voice sounded sinister. “I couldn’t leave you ammo.”
          Dumping the gun, she scrambled to her side table where she picked up the lamp, pulled it free from its power source, and she brandished it as a weapon. Her sight swept the room for some hint of his position. She couldn’t see him in the two mirrors in the room.
          “You better believe I have claws, buddy. If you’re planning to rape me, you’ll get the roughest time you’ve ever had.”
          “I’ll take your warning. Get dressed. We’re leaving.”
          Her brow crashed into her vision. Going somewhere with an invisible man? She was better off remaining on her turf than submitting to his. “I’m fine with getting dressed, but I’m not going anywhere with you if you won’t show your face. If you plan to rape and kill me, let’s get it over with right here.”
          “I’m not a rapist.”
          “No, you’re a killer. You told me you’ve been sent to kill me.”
          She scanned the small room for a better weapon. There were knives in the kitchen. Could she get him to move this debate into the kitchen? She left her cell phone by the computer keyboard. Attempted murder was a great reason to call the cops.
          “I’m going to make you disappear, Faith.”
          The lamp was yanked from her grasp, and, before she had a moment to respond, he had her wrist hand-cuffed to the headboard of the bed. She didn’t have a split-second to fight back. He moved faster than her tired brain operated.
          “Instead of killing you,” the voice, now beside her, said, “I’m going to relocate you.”
          The drawers of her dresser slid out, and clothes flew from them onto the floor.
          “Mmm,” she heard, as she watched her lingerie held up for inspection. His choice sailed onto the bed. A favorite blue blouse hung in mid-air for a second, and he said, “Hmm, yeah.”
          Then the blouse landed in her lap. A pair of black jeans soon followed.
          “I’m not leaving, and you and your people can’t scare me away!”
          “It doesn’t frighten you, Faith…that I’ve entered your home and taken possession of you?”
          “It should.”
          She was terrified, and hoped the shaking didn’t show.
          His voice, closing in on her again but from a different direction, echoed through the old steel-frame cottage, further disheveling her. “I could easily overcome you, Faith.”
          “N—No, I’m not a child quickly frightened away. I have a decade in martial arts, and I could kick your ass!” Unable to see his expression, she couldn’t gauge if the ridiculous promise of a hard defense affected him. Maybe he was a small man, and she had a chance against him.
          “What kind of martial arts?” his deep velvet voice asked.
          “Onterie! The most deadly of the martial arts! And I have a black belt! How about that!”
          “Onterie doesn’t give out belts. I doubt you’ve spent an hour in an Onterie class. People who master Onterie don’t talk about it.”
          The breath fled her lungs. “I’m still not scared!”
          “Then you’re stupider than you look or write. I’ve read some of your stories, and you sounded much smarter than this. You’re also a rotten liar, Faith. Remember that so you don’t get into more trouble. Get dressed.”
          A pair of boots came flying toward her from her closet, missing her by centimeters.
          She grew more angry by the minute that she’d be forced to leave. “Don’t call me Faith! You don’t know me!”
          A splash of papers came from nowhere and landed on the bed next to her. She picked them up and thumbed through report after report of her, information from family connections to her library loans.
          “Your full name is Victoria Faith Vedder. You switched from Vicky to Faith at age seven when there were too many Vickies in school. Your favorite food is kung pao chicken, spicy. Your favorite drink is gold-label vodka with a splash of orange juice. For good health, you always say. Your favorite color is black, like your coffee and comedy. Extremist, Faith?"
     She scowled a reply.
     "A solid B student, you’d served on your college yearbook staff, and you’d added your name to the rosters of nearly every team that played for the school. As a joke. Funny.”
          She heard the smile in his voice. She hadn’t known that last one had been caught and documented for the society-shaking crime it had been. It was probably a good idea not to go back for a reunion.
          Miffed he knew so much of her, she gathered the spilled papers, her best tough-girl scowl on her face. The letterhead on every page had been ripped off.
          “You hadn’t given up your chastity until college when you met a bad boy named Mako. He was not worth it.”
          Now her intruder was frowning. She could sense it like a wave washing over her. His growl of disappointment deepened his voice, making him sound...very sexy. Shameful that it would occur to her about her invisible kidnapper in this risky moment.
     How could anyone learn so much about her? Did he have a record naming every man she’d slept with?
     She should probably get a copy of that.
          “And you’re behind on your credit payment.”
          “Not much!” It was the designer dress for her Pulitzer acceptance ceremony. She could’ve used the money for something more important, but…it was the most beautiful dress in the worlds. They’ll love her wearing it in the homeless shelter, if this story didn’t work out.
          “You’re leaving, whether you’re cooperative or not. I guarantee you I’m big enough to take you without your approval.”
          He probably was pretty big with a voice that deep. That eliminated any foolhardy hope of overcoming him physically. He was too quick—and invisible—for a surprise attack.
          Umm… He smelled like brandy. It sent a shock-wave of stimulation through her.
     "Get dressed, Faith. Right now."
Don’t stop.
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Have an exciting day,

Michele Hart
 Happy hopping New Year!