My Shifter's Keeper: A BWWM Interracial Shifter Romance

By Delilah Jackson

She was a small town girl looking to make it big… 

Amara Johnson left her small town of Crimson, Georgia behind in favor the bright lights of Broadway. No one believed she would make it, and after a few years of trying Amara was starting to think they might know something she didn't. She was unemployed and sleeping on the couch of her closest frienemy when she saw the ad for a caretaker. 

He was a reclusive billionaire with a BIG secret… 

Anderson Mitchell built a billion dollar tech company from the ground up. He was capable and efficient, at least he was until he could no longer control his ability to shift to beast, a silverback gorilla. Instead, he put out an ad for a caretaker. He hadn't been expecting Amara or the impact she would have on his life. 

Can one night of passion give them the love they crave? 

Note: This book contains spicy love scenes and colorful language. A sweet & sexy 15,000 word stand alone story, with no cliffhangers, and a happily ever after!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Delilah Jackson
• Release date: Dec 4, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386234302

Book preview

1

What the hell? As Amara Johnson struggled toward wakefulness, she felt something hitting her face. What was it? She opened one eye just as a small… snowflake? …landed on her forehead with a thud. It wasn’t painful, just annoying. And greasy. Both her eyes opened now and recognized the projectile: not a snowflake, but a piece of popcorn. What the shit, Violet? She turned her gaze to her former friend and sort-of roommate.

Violet’s brown eyes shone with disdain. It’s about time you decided to get up. Figured you’d be up early trying to find a job, she said pointedly. Violet made no secret about how badly she wanted Amara out of the apartment they used to share. When it had become clear that she was no longer able to pay the bills, Violet had interviewed applicants and chosen a new roommate without even consulting Amara. The new roommate arrived and Amara’s stuff ended up stashed in a corner in what passed as a dining room.

Amara reached for her cell phone—the only luxury she still kept and only because it was a necessity—to check the time even though there was barely a trace of sun shining through the open curtains. It’s barely six in the morning. And given the lumpy-ass couch she now called a bed, she’d barely gotten four hours of sleep after the new roommate had finally satisfied her sexual hunger.

You’re lucky I let you stay here and mooch off me, Amara. I won’t let you stink up the living room all damn day.

Amara now sat up straight, glaring at the girl she used to consider a friend. I guess I should’ve been this big of a bitch when you couldn’t make your rent all those times. She pushed herself off the old sofa and folded the sheet and thin blanket, shoving them into a box she kept in the front closet.

"Maybe so. Or maybe you could be someone else’s burden… or, I don’t know, get a job! Violet sighed and put on a sickly sweet smile. Not everyone is cut out for stardom, Amara. Maybe you ought to consider a career in food service."

Amara rolled her eyes. That was Violet’s favorite refrain, that Amara was too soft, too plain looking to make it on Broadway. Of course, that song had only started after Amara had beaten her out for a national commercial spot. Or maybe you could get me a job on your show. Oh, you don’t have one either? Sorry.

Violet stood with a huff. Maybe not, but I do have an apartment and I can afford my rent, so I suggest you give up the dream and start making some money. She tossed the newspaper she’d been holding on the table with more force than necessary.

You mean your sugar daddy pays your rent. Amara was sick of putting up with Violet’s shit, especially when it was no secret that her bills were paid thanks to the time she spent with an aging pharmaceutical executive. Amara watched Violet go as rage simmered deep inside her. Violet had never been what she would consider friendly, but only in the past two months had her attitude become unbearable. Desperate for any kind of legal and paying gig, Amara snatched the paper up and scanned the Classifieds, quickly tossing it aside in discouragement.

An hour later, Amara showered and dressed before putting away everything she owned in her corner of boxes. She grabbed the newspaper and her handbag and hit the crowded streets of New York City. It was so unlike her hometown, where she could walk down the street and everyone would stop to say hello and ask about her family. Here, talking to strangers was frowned upon, a lesson she quickly learned after being berated and called a freak by a woman on the subway. Some days, Amara wondered why she stayed.

Then she remembered the disbelief on her mother’s face when she told her she was leaving Crimson for the bright lights of Broadway, and she remembered exactly why. Her mother didn’t think she had what it took to make it on stage. You’re plain lookin’ and too small to be sexy. Men want to protect you, not seduce you, her mother had said with a bitter, mocking laugh. She pushed it out of her mind as she spotted an empty bench in the park. Central Park in early spring always brought a smile to her face. The vibrant-green leaves and grass, the colorful flowers just beginning to bloom… It was a lovely oasis in the middle of the concrete jungle.

She turned back to the paper, ready