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The Institute, Book I: Healer [The Institute Series] [MultiFormat]
eBook by Cassandra Gold
eBook Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Fantasy
eBook Description: For years, Dr. Tristan Matheson has hidden his unusual healing abilities, pretending to be an ordinary doctor instead. And he's eluded detection--until now. When Tristan's targeted, a mysterious shapeshifter named Cam becomes his only means of escape. A member of the Delphic Institute, Cam is capable of taking the shape of anyone he's ever seen. Retrieving Tristan was supposed to be an ordinary mission, but the feelings the doctor stirs in Cam are surprising and unwelcome. Unfortunately, Tristan and Cam have a bigger problem then their mutual attraction. A war brewing between groups interested in "recruiting" people with special talents could tear them apart before they ever get together... Genres: Gay / Paranormal / Psychic Phenomena / Fantasy / Shapeshifter / Series
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, Published: 2010
Fictionwise Release Date: February 2012
15 Reader Ratings:
 
Before Tristan could ask the man how he intended to distract the men downstairs, the handsome Latino features blurred. Tristan blinked, and suddenly he was looking into a mirror. He gaped in astonishment at the sight of his own disheveled black hair, green eyes, pale skin, and slim build. Even the clothes the other man wore had changed to green scrubs identical to his.
"What? How?"
Watching his own lips turn up in a very un-Tristan-like smirk was a decidedly odd experience. "Don't trouble your pretty little head, Doc. I'll meet you outside in a few."
At least the man's voice had stayed the same. If the voice had been his as well, he would have wondered if he was going insane. With a wave, Tristan's doppelganger headed back the way Tristan had come a few minutes ago.
As soon as the man had turned the corner, Tristan moved. He flew down the seldom-used stairs at a dead run. His heart pounded, more from nerves than from exertion. Could he trust the bizarre man who claimed to want to help him? If not, he might be putting himself in danger. Still, what choice did he have?
A hysterical laugh bubbled up in his throat as he reached the door leading to the back parking lot. Above all, he knew he could never let them take him. He knew what they would do to him. And what they'd make him do. His skin crawled at the thought. The strange man he'd met upstairs might be his only chance for escape--or a clever trap. There wasn't any way for him to know which one.
He shoved open the door and stood panting in the bright sunshine. Then the familiar weakness stole over him and he knew his choices were gone. He'd pushed too hard. Slumping against the brick wall, Tristan prayed the man would prove to be someone he could trust.
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