Yes, I write shape-shifting stories. What sets mine apart from others is the nature (or I should say species) of my characters.
You’re probably thinking, “What the hell? Centaurs are already half-man, half horse. What could they possibly shift into?”
From REMEDY MAKER, book 1 of The Centaurs:
resting on top of her head, he rocked her slowly. Together, they watched the
sun drift lower through the trees until only a small portion blazed above the
before setting her from him. He moved to sit apart a few feet and shed his
boots and pants, folding them away in his backpack.
transformation began. Spellbound, she watched his back lengthen and grow the
additional hind legs. When his black tail sprouted, he twirled it like a spiral
ribbon and winked at her.
her gaze away, she stared, transfixed.
body gets heavy. But mainly—” He scratched his sides where the hide flashed a
gold buckskin. “The whole thing just itches.”
your true self.”
day, agape mou. If you’d see
yourself, the way I see you.”