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The Skin She’s In

Lindi Parker Shifter Shield Book 2

Margo Bond Collins

The Skin She’s In

Lindi Parker Shifter Shield Book 2

Copyright © 2019 by Margo Bond Collins

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval systems, without prior written permission of the author except where permitted by law.

Published by Bathory Gate Press

The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead is coincidental and not intended by the author.

Note: Portions of this book were previously published in novella form. These works appeared as A Generation of Vipers, More Than Skin Deep, and Saving Her Skin.

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

About The Skin She’s In

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

About The Skin She’s In

CAPTURING THE KILLER who was stalking the shapeshifter community should have earned weresnake Lindi Parker and her new boyfriend, mongoose-shifter Kade Nevala, a vacation. Instead it earned them a basket of baby lamias and a whole pile of trouble.

Some shifters think no lamia should be left alive. In fact, a faction of shifters led by one particular werewolf pack is determined to take Lindi down any way they can.

Kade and Lindi must use every skill they have to make sure lamias aren’t wiped out of existence again.

But winning might cost them everything.

Fans of Ilona Andrews, Faith Hunter, and K.F. Breene will love the combination of urban fantasy and paranormal romance in the second installment of the Lindi Parker Shifter Shield series!

*THIS NOVEL WAS PREVIOUSLY published as a series of novellas. It has been re-edited and combined into a single, continuous story.

Chapter 1

“LOOKS LIKE QUADRUPLETS.”

My eyes widened.

Quadruplets. Four shapeshifter babies?

Three months ago, I didn’t know there were any other shapeshifters in the world. For all I knew, I was some aberration, a weird science experiment gone wrong and abandoned in the West Texas desert, where I was found by a herpetologist on a research trip.

He thought he’d found a new breed of snake, something akin to a cobra, but like nothing he’d seen before.

That he was willing to take me in and make me part of his family once he realized that I was a snake-shifter is, I think, a testament to how kind he and my mother are. The fact that they were able to train me up into a decent human being (at least, I think so) is, as far as I’m concerned, proof that nurture can overcome nature.

That’s what I was trying to remind myself of as I stared at the sonogram as the technician hovered it over Sally Vanderhorn’s belly, circling around and around.

“Are you sure?” I asked the technician, a young woman named Jamie who was also, I had recently learned, some sort of werecat.

“Absolutely positive.”  Jamie pointed at the screen. “Look right there, and there. You can see the two human babies’ heartbeats. But look over here”—her finger traced what I had been fairly sure was a streak on the screen, not part of the image at all—” and you can see the lamia vertebrae.”

We had learned early on not to say “snake” or “serpent” or any word like it with this particular group of pregnant women. They were all traumatized, victims of kidnap and rape who had decided, for one reason or another, to carry their pregnancies to term.

They had been victimized and impregnated by the human-form son of another weresnake—a lamia, like me in form, if not in character—who had been trying to re-create her race after they had been all but wiped out by the shifter community.

That community had decided to accept me, but only conditionally, and only because some of their most prominent members had spoken up on my behalf.

Dr. Kade Nevala, one of those prominent members, a weremongoose, and the man I was currently dating, walked into the room and spoke to Sally. “How are you feeling today?”

Like most women, Sally all but melted in the face of Kade’s charm. “I’m doing okay, Dr. Nevala.”

Jamie showed him what she had seen on the sonogram, and he nodded, following along and discussing things like diet and exercise with Sally. I tried not to be distracted by his presence, but the sheer heat rolling off of him, spiced as it was with that slightly dangerous scent he carried, could turn my knees weak if I let it. The memory of the way he had held me that morning before we got out of bed to start our day was almost enough to wipe out my anxiety over the information Jamie had shared.

Quadruplets.

And Sally was one of five women who had opted not to terminate her pregnancy, some for health reasons, others for reasons of personal belief.

None of them wanted to keep the babies.

If they are all carrying multiples, we could end up with ...

I did some quick math.

At the very least, there were going to be eight babies with lamia heritage.

I was in so much trouble.

Thank goodness Marta, the furthest along in her pregnancy, was carrying only one. We would have a little time after she delivered to get used to having a baby around—and maybe even a baby shifter.

“DON’T PANIC,” KADE said that evening as he stirred a pot of his homemade spaghetti sauce. “It’s not like you’re bringing them home to live in your house. We’re going to set up a group home for them, with a live-in staff. You’re their counselor, Lindi, not their mother.”

I poured a glass of Chianti and settled in on a barstool at the island in the middle of his large kitchen. “That’s the thing. I’m not sure a group home is the right way to go with these kids.”

“You signed off on it