The Night Shift

Tiger shifter medic Isabel Prowse, MD knows you never invite a vampire into your war zone field hospital—or your bed. But when the full moon lights up her corner of the desert, mysterious stranger Louis isn’t the only one losing control.

A vampire stealing her blood supplies? Dr Isabel should kick his ass. Only Louis is so freaking hot, he makes her heart skip a beat. And the more she gets to know the dark, brooding stranger, the more she finds herself.... kinda liking him. Ew.

When Louis shows up to help out at her emergency medical facility, Isabel finds herself questioning everything. She's so hot for him, it's crazy. But he's a two-hundred-year-old vampire! Tiger shifters don't date vampires... do they?

She's sure Louis must have cast some vampire magic on her. Surely she couldn't really be falling for a bloodthirsty killer?

As the full moon approaches, desperate Isabel hunts for an old magic spell to help her. But things don't quite go according to plan...

THE NIGHT SHIFT is a standalone tiger shifter and vampire paranormal romance story with steamy love scenes, no cheating and a guaranteed HEA!

Publisher: Matrioshka Books

She held off her tiger’s desperate urge to shift, even though the animal was roaring inside. If she shifted now, she’d ruin her clothes. Not good when she was about to work a twelve hour shift patching up bomb victims. She never brought a spare set with her, like an idiot.

Then again, she never expected to shift while on duty.

Right in front of her, one of the shelving units seemed to shimmer. What the hell?

She stared at it, not sure what she was seeing.

The outline of a man appeared. And it sure as hell wasn’t Milo.

“What the actual…”

She gasped as the man became fully solid, right in front of her.

“Apologies,” he said.

His accent was strange. European?

“Holy shit.” Isabel caught her breath. “Did you just teleport in here or what?”

She looked him up and down. Hot damn, this freaky dude was stunning. Her heart beat faster, just looking at him.


He had dark shoulder-length hair and cheekbones that could break boulders. Tall and lean, but still muscular, he loomed over her. And she was pretty tall, so he must’ve been six foot four? Six foot five?

His eyes were a strange dark gray color she’d never seen before. She felt like she was dissolving into them.

He was absolutely fucking beautiful. And it was like she’d been hit by a tranquilizer dart.

Why? Why were his good looks so potent? She couldn’t understand it. Her lust for this guy was immediate.

On the other hand, he was in her damn way. That was a problem.

“You’re a shifter,” he announced, in his unusual accent. It wasn’t a question. “Something fierce.”

“Right. And you are?”

He smiled lazily. “Let me guess. You’re a squirrel?”

Isabel clenched her fists. “Hilarious.”

She wished she weren’t so instantly attracted to him. What was it with this prick?

“Sorry. I’m joking. You’re a big cat. I can see that much.”

“And I said what are you?” She felt the low roar building in her chest. If he didn’t answer her, she might just shift and make him.


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