My father-in-law Gary LOVES Bigfoot. In a manly way, of course. He’s been obsessed with Bigfoot for as long as I’ve known him. In fact, he’s rather perfected a Bigfoot greeting and is often howling into our woods, hoping to draw one near. I recently asked him to give it a go here at The Big Cedars…
Gary has seen every episode of Finding Bigfoot, which I only started watching in the past year as research. So guess what. Now I’m obsessed too. When I started thinking about what book I might write next, again I wanted something that hadn’t been overdone. Let me tell you, there are damn few Sasquatch love stories out there and that’s a pity because Sasquatch needs love too.
This, of course, all got me pondering how that might all work because there’s definitely the possibility for it to all go wrong. Way, way wrong. I found my answer in the shifter romances. What if Sasquatch was a shifter? What if 99 percent of the time he looked just like your banker or tax guy, or teacher or…you get the picture.
What if the reason no one has ever captured a live Sasquatch or discovered a dead one is because they SHIFT?
And so it began… Ethan Lane is a writer, who just so happens to have a terrible, wonderful secret.
Shifted in Seattle
No one’s ever captured a Sasquatch.
Sasquatches have roamed the Pacific Northwest for centuries, hiding in the wilds of the northern territories and protected by the Lummi nation.
When Seattle author Ethan Lane’s secret is exposed after a first date with Ruby Parsons goes wonderfully right, then horribly wrong, he’s faced with betraying his clan or losing his only chance at true love and a normal life.
Sometimes love gets hairy.