Reality Shift: Magic and Mayhem Universe: Southern Shift

By H.M. McQueen

Vampire, rabbits and wolves....oh crap.  When Jill James agrees to help the troublesome wolf shifter twins film a reality show, the last thing she expects is to end up in the middle of an outlandishly crazy chain of events.

Okay so maybe ending up naked on the kitchen floor with a hunky vampire is not exactly that bad.  However, the real question is why does Jill end up kidnapped and tied up with a rabbit shifter afterwards?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hildie McQueen
• Release date: Aug 27, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386141709

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Forward

Blast Off with us into the Magic and Mayhem Universe!

I’m Robyn Peterman, the creator of the Magic and Mayhem Series and I’d like to invite you to my Magic and Mayhem Universe.

What is the Magic and Mayhem Universe, you may ask?

Well, let me explain...

It’s basically authorized fan fiction written by some amazing authors that I stalked and blackmailed! KIDDING! I was lucky and blessed to have some brilliant authors say yes! They have written brand new stories using my world and some of my characters. And let me tell you...the results are hilarious!

So here it is! Blast off with us into the hilarious Magic and Mayhem Universe. Side splitting books by fantabulous authors! Check out each and every one. You will laugh your way to a magical HEA!

For all the stories, go to https://magicandmayhemuniverse.com/. Grab your copy today!

Chapter One

The Star Spangled Banner blasted from speakers when Jill James stopped at the lopsided mailbox outside the Johnson pack compound.

Even after lowering the window and peering at the mailbox, the faded address numbers on the weathered post were hard to read.

Instead of taking a chance she’d get shot for trespassing, Jill did what every sane person in Kentucky did. After a quick sniff, her nose lifted high, she pulled open the mailbox, yanked out an envelope and read the addressee.

Good, I’m at the right place, she said, closing the mailbox with care else it continued on its eventual, not too far descent to the ground.

Her relief at finding the correct address ended when just a hundred yards down the packed dirt road, her path was blocked by what looked to be an electric fence and two dogs. The interesting combination of a Rottweiler and Chihuahua studied her with menacing growls.

For some reason, the Chihuahua seemed more intimidating.

After a couple honks, which sounded so high-pitched that Jill had to roll her eyes, in the distance she spotted someone walking towards the fence.

The man swaggered more than walked and, immediately, she recognized the wolf. Sort of.

It was either Mark or Clark Johnson. In her defense, the guys were identical twins, who only their family seemed to be able to tell apart most days. Even with her wolf keen sense of smell, she could barely tell who was who when around them.

It didn’t help the twins usually lied when asked, Which one are you?

Hey, he called out and pushed some sort of remote for the gate.

The frame of the fence shook and creaked for a few moments. Jill looked to the guy. Is it going to open?

Yep. He let out a sigh and stared at the gate, which had finally inched just a bit. It took what seemed like three hours before there was enough space for her car to pull through.

Come to the garage. Clark and Dad are there. Mark, now it was obvious, ran off without waiting to ensure she could see where, exactly, he disappeared. Perhaps he wasn’t aware of how fast he ran or he was still just as clueless as ever.

Jill figured, in this case, both of her guesses were true.

A line of what could only be described as shanties appeared. Lined up like war-torn soldiers, the houses suffered lack of paint, missing shutters and injured storm doors hanging on by a hinge and a prayer. The houses seemed to be cared after in the same fashion as the sideways leaning mailbox on the curb.

The last house on the left, however, stood out in stark contrast. In perfect condition, pristine and surrounded by a white picket fence. The song Which One is Not Like the Others came to mind. She knew it belonged to a newly married wolf and his preppy wife.

Finally, spotting two black Ford trucks under a large awning next to a four-car garage with attached carports on each side, she drove there and parked.

Damn, you’re lookin’ good! Mark neared, not one bit out of breath from the one-mile jaunt. Gimme some sugar.

Jill allowed him to hug her, but when he went for her lips, she turned her head and the wet kiss landed on her cheek.

My turn. Clark appeared and walked closer. Her heart, damn its dark-twisted soul, did a double flip with a full twist at the sound of his voice.

Okay, so maybe she couldn’t tell the twins apart, but her heart and coochie had no problem at all, by the sudden heat attack between her legs.

She’d dated Clark in high school. They’d enjoyed many a steamy summer night during pack runs.

Mark laughed. Whoa, you still got the hots for my bro.

Shut up, Jill said and slapped his shoulder. One of the bad things about hanging out with wolves was their keen sense of smell when it came to a female’s arousal.

How do you know it’s not you? Jill tried to throw Mark off.

He gave her a droll look. Yeah right.

Clark finally neared and hugged her tight. He still smelled the same as she remembered; equal combination outdoors, Polo and man.

It felt natural when he automatically took her hand and pulled her toward the first house on the right. Mama is gonna be excited to see you, Clark drawled, throwing her a wicked grin. I bet she’ll try to feed you.

Win, win, Mark said as he trailed after them.

They entered past a screen door that served absolutely no purpose except to add to the appeal, if one were going for the one step away from homeless look.

Inside, however, it was completely opposite. A spacious great room with comfortable leather chairs and a huge screen television mounted over a stone fireplace were the first things Jill noticed. There were beautiful rugs scattered atop the shiny hardwood floors and beautiful landscape paintings on the walls.

They entered a huge kitchen and bellied up to the marble countertop. At once, Mark pulled back a stool and sat.

Mama, come see who’s here, Clark called out.

Well slap me down twice and pick me up once. Scootie Johnson hustled into the room, a flurry of ruffles, bangles and leopard print. The barely five foot tall woman rushed to Jill and grabbed her hands. It’s about time you come visit. Just because Clark was a man-ho doesn’t mean I don’t miss the girls.

Mark laughed. Clark groaned and Jill grinned. "It’s so nice