The Claiming of Sasha [Panther Cove 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

Panther Cove 4

The Claiming of Sasha

Because of her panther lineage, Sasha MacLeash knows tiger shifters are terrorists. When Danny and Trace Sanders, two hunky cowboy tiger shifters from Texas, come into her shop in Delight, North Carolina, she knows she should hate them, but her body yearns to be their mate. If she follows her heart, she fears she’ll be cast out of Panther Cove.

Trace and Danny Sanders always knew they were different. Even their adoptive parents were at a loss to explain how both boys could shift into tigers. Danny is on a quest to find others like him, but Trace is determined to run their ranch and keep the secret.

Too bad the moment they set their eyes on the long-legged, black-haired beauty, their bodies start to shift, and they know they have to claim Sasha. What can they do to convince her that they aren’t the enemy she thinks they are?

Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.

Genre:
Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys, Shape-shifter

Length:
50,752 words
 

Panther Cove 4

Melody Snow Monroe

MENAGE EVERLASTING

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THE CLAIMING OF SASHA

Copyright © 2013 by Melody Snow Monroe

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THE CLAIMING OF SASHA

Panther Cove 4

MELODY SNOW MONROE

Copyright © 2013

“Trace, take a look at this.” Danny, Trace’s twin, carried over his laptop and plopped it on the table in front of him.

“I’m eating.” Trace Sanders took another bite of his sandwich and ignored the screen. He dragged a hand through his shaggy, blond hair, trying to decide if he had time later today to get it cut.

“No. Look. I found it.”

He blew out a breath. Having spent his life humoring his younger twin, he knew it would do no good to stop now. “Okay, lemme see.” He scanned the contents of the conspiracy theory website and sighed. “So?”

Danny grunted. “It says here that there are panther shifters in Delight, North Carolina.”

“Just like there were lion shifters in Spirit, Colorado, bear shifters in Wrangell-St. Elias National Park, and wolf shifters in Legend, South Carolina.”

Danny’s expression didn’t change. “But this could be the place.”

“Could be, but why torture yourself?” They’d found out they were tiger shifters when they were three, but to his knowledge they were the only ones left in the world.

Danny sat opposite him. “What if we could prove we aren’t alone? Our parents had to come from somewhere.”

“Well, they’re dead.” He didn’t want to sound callous, but they’d been over this hundreds of times.

“Presumed dead.” Danny slapped shut the laptop. “We haven’t been on a road trip in six months.”

“That’s because we have a ranch to run, or did you forget?”

That wasn’t fair to snap at him. Danny probably did more work on the ranch than he did. While Trace was in charge of breeding and breaking the horses, Danny did the books. Their two younger brothers, Chuck and Sam, who were the Sanders’ real kids, were in charge of finding the horses and doing all the maintenance on the ranch. Their adoptive parents were now retired. Well, Dad was, but Mom still cooked and cleaned. She said she liked to keep busy. Given it didn’t look like either he or Danny would ever get married, they’d built a home on the far side of the ranch and enjoyed an occasional home-cooked meal. He’d dreamed of marrying and having kids, as did Danny, but how did one go about telling their prospective woman that they could shift into tigers?

Trace pushed back from the table. “Charella is about to give birth, and I need to see to her care.”

“Let Sam and Chuck take over for a while. They’ve been chomping at the bit to do more.”

“True.” Sam, in particular, had shown an interest in trying his hand at management. It made sense he’d want to carry more of the responsibility. Both he and Chuck were, after all, the rightful heirs of the Sanders’ estate, but both brothers were too inconsistent in their approach to ranching.

“Besides, Doc Hanfield will be on hand,” Danny said.

The vet had said he’d stop by every day, so Trace’s immediate work was basically done. He glanced at the ceiling. Maybe a road trip would help him get out of his funk. “Sure. Why not?”

“Seriously?”

“Yes. You’ve worked hard and deserve a break.”

“You sound like Dad.” Trace didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but he took it as a compliment.

He slapped his hands on his hips. “What do you need me to do?”

“Nothing. I’ll get everything organized.” Danny dashed down the hallway toward his office.

Trace chuckled. His brother always thought ahead and planned accordingly. “Works for me,” he shouted to the retreating form.

Even though Danny said he’d take care of everything, Trace still needed to make sure the ranch would run smoothly while they were gone. That would involve visiting a few more ranches to check out other horses, ordering the feed, contacting Doc Hanfield, and making sure Sam and Chuck were willing to pick up the slack.

Danny was right about one thing. They did need the break.

Once more, he yelled down the hallway. “You going to tell Mom or should I?”

“You can tell her.”

She knew they were shifters, so another trip to discover their heritage wouldn’t come as a surprise. That brought a smile to his lips. He vividly remembered the first time he and Danny figured out they could shift. Mom was in such shock she couldn’t talk for days. Since then, they made sure to only change when they were out of her sight. He’d always wished they could have been wolf shifters. At least if they shifted, no one would have freaked, as real wolves were everywhere. The only problem would have been trying not to get shot.

He picked up his cell and called her. “We’re going on a road trip.”

“That’s nice, dear. Just you and Danny?” He guessed she’d heard this refrain a few times.

It was always the two of them. The ranch couldn’t survive with all four gone. “Yes.”

“He find more shifter towns?”

He chuckled. Of late, Danny had been on a quest. “Yes. To Delight, North Carolina.”

She’d been through this false hope right along with them. “How long are you going to be gone?” He could hear the beating of a wooden spoon against a metal bowl.

“Who knows? I’m hoping he isn’t planning on driving from Texas to North Carolina though. That would take too long.”

“Well, take good care of him.”

Trace was the hotheaded one of the two, whereas Danny didn’t let his emotions carry him away. His brother loved life and cut loose at times, but he had a fine analytical mind that prevented him from jumping before he looked. “We’ll be fine.”

“When are you leaving?”

“As soon as Danny decides. I’ll let you know when I do.”

“Okay, dear.”

Trace picked up his plate and placed his dish in the sink. He needed to check on Charella once more before he attended to his other chores. Then he’d pack. Knowing Danny, his brother would get the first flight out in the morning.

* * * *

Trace had to hand it to his brother. Danny had gotten tickets for the next day and had even paid for them out of his own pocket. He’d arranged for a rental car, too.

Trace had planned on visiting more ranches before the trip, but all he’d had time to do was scratch down the list of chores Sam and Chuck had to do and contact the vet. He prayed the ranch would still be standing when they returned.

Trace leaned his head back against the car seat and stretched his legs inside the too-small rental. Flying always took a toll on his body. He was only twenty-five and wondered what he’d be like in another twenty-five years. Breaking horses was hard on the body. “How far is it to Delight?”

Danny glanced over at him. “You sound like a little kid.”