Native American shifters learn to follow their hearts to find love.
When I finished writing Crow Magic, a lovely story featuring a Shawnee Crow shifter named
Tecumseh "Seth" Crowe, an eagle visited me.
The large bird sat on my porch railing looking me over with golden eyes and flexed his powerful talons. Through a mist the creature shifted into an incredibly sexy man. His eyes were the same gold as the eagles. His appearance dominated my porch but he moved in a graceful manner.
He stood tall with a naked barrel chest and when he turned I noticed a huge tattoo of wings covering his back from shoulders to under his waistband. Dressed in baggy jeans and worn boots he had a rugged sexiness. His black hair cut in a modified military crop looked like velvet. Spiked on top was white while the sides were tipped with grey. I’d never seen anything like it. He ran his hands through the silky layers and explained like the eagle, his hair would change to white as he ages but he assured me he’s in the prime of his life. I couldn’t agree more. Wowza!
The large bird sat on my porch railing looking me over with golden eyes and flexed his powerful talons. Through a mist the creature shifted into an incredibly sexy man. His eyes were the same gold as the eagles. His appearance dominated my porch but he moved in a graceful manner.
He stood tall with a naked barrel chest and when he turned I noticed a huge tattoo of wings covering his back from shoulders to under his waistband. Dressed in baggy jeans and worn boots he had a rugged sexiness. His black hair cut in a modified military crop looked like velvet. Spiked on top was white while the sides were tipped with grey. I’d never seen anything like it. He ran his hands through the silky layers and explained like the eagle, his hair would change to white as he ages but he assured me he’s in the prime of his life. I couldn’t agree more. Wowza!
He flashed a quick smile but I was captivated with his golden eyes.
Dyami comes from a Chippewa tribe and is currently a
Conservation Officer for the Michigan Department of Natural Resources in a
secret division used to catch wildlife poachers. When he was a kid he spent his
summers with relatives at their cottage on Coldwater Lake in Michigan. Even
though his name means “EAGLE”, his uncle called him "Little Otter"
because he would spend more time swimming than fishing. He still likes to fish
but prefers dancing with a beautiful woman.
He is looking for a gal to live in his heart, warm his bed
and love him for who/what he is. He loves to dance ladies! A friend told him to
fill out an application for 1 Night Stand. He is seriously contemplating the
idea.
Pick up Eagle
Dance,
2nd story in the Legend of the Spirit Series, to see what happens.
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