Special Border Patrol agent Alex, who can shape shift into a raven, is used to working alone. He honors his Scots ancestry and has never met another shifter except for kinfolk back in Scotland. When he’s required to accept a partner, he normally manages to get rid of them quickly by being so distant, remote, and downright weird they cannot deal with him. But the latest one, Native American Manuel, poses a whole new range of challenges.<br><br>Manuel Ortiz is a member of the Tohono O’Odham tribe who works for the Border Patrol to support his ailing elderly parents. He has a secret he’s never dared to dare to share: he can shape shift into a Red Tailed Hawk. When his superiors team him with cold, cynical Alex, he’s not sure why until he learns Alex has a similar curse -- or gift.<br><br>Together they begin to form an uneasy bond. Confronting an evil and completely alien drug cartel boss, they have to cooperate to survive and in doing so learn the synergy of partnership. They discover flying together can open a whole new world for them both and riding on the wings of love can be magical indeed.

Wings of Love

“Come here,” Alex ordered his voice low and compelling.


Manuel could not resist the command even if he’d wanted to. He came around the foot of the bed, stopping when he was less than an arm’s length from the other man. His head and his heart might not yet be sure, but his cock had no doubts. It stood out at a steep angle, almost touching his belly when it twitched with each heartbeat. His gaze skidded down to Alex’s prick. It, too, extended, poker-stiff.


We’ve flown together, fled together, worked together. This is going to be all right. I don’t…I won’t be scared. Alex knows what he’s doing and he’ll lead me, take care of me.


Manuel took the final half-step that put him chest to chest with the taller man. His heartbeat sped up and he couldn’t get enough air into his lungs. Blindly he reached out, finding Alex’s upper arms and locking his hands on them.


Chapter 23