Chapter One
“Quick, say something Scottish!”
Mac paused with his glass halfway to his lips and sighed. Here? Here in the middle of the desert in a town he hadn’t even caught the name of? Was
there nowhere he could go to get away from these idiots?
Turning away from the bar, he took in the skinny fan in the faded Shifting Reality T-shirt and the camera phone being held up to his face, its red light flashing.
“Och and Aye,” he muttered obligingly, lifting his glass to his lips while his other
hand reached out to crush the phone with a speed that made the man gasp. “Now be a
good lad, forget you ever saw me and fook off .”
He sent a forceful mental suggestion, not blinking until the dazed man turned and
slowly shuffled away.
That was a stronger command than he’d intended. Poor boy probably wouldn’t remember
his name for a day or two. He hated doing it, but it was necessary and he was in a
foul mood. Being on camera was the last thing he wanted to think about at the moment.
Someday Mac really was going to kill Thomas. The damn cat had ruined his life. His
dark, endless and, until recently, unrecorded life.
Thomas had already been a difficult roommate, coming and going at all hours, shifting
in the penthouse and shedding all over the furniture. But it had been manageable and,
Mac had to admit, life had been more entertaining with the shifter and the demon’s
spawn around.
For a while.
Then Thomas had made him famous against his will, revealed some fairly classified
information in order to meet his paramour and, now that he had her, had promptly disappeared
to some undisclosed love shack until all the movie chaos died down.
The movie. The worst decision Mac had ever made.
When Thomas created Shifting Reality —an online video blog he’d started out of sheer boredom—his goal was to share what
he was with the world. What they all were.
Mac believed it would never amount to anything, that it would disappear amongst the
insanity and wild imaginings that filled those blasted machines Saint could control
and most of humanity was now addicted to.
Instead, the blog had spread like a virus and was considered to be one of the most
popular reality shows online. So popular that the “contest” they’d had—inviting people
into Mac’s ancestral home in Scotland and allowing them to see for themselves what
they were—set records. Interviews with the contestants who were present had piqued
outside interest. Too much interest.
He took another drink and shook his head, unable to believe he’d gotten personally
involved in that madness by the end. For what? For Thomas and Margo? For true love ?
“Hah,” he muttered to no one in particular.
After it was done and they’d all agreed to sign with a particular production company
for Thomas’ mate’s sake, Mac believed it was settled. But then the snooty bitch Margo
used to work for decided she could retire by selling the rights and announced it before
talking to them. An all-out bidding war had ensued, sparking more media attention
than anything that had come before. More trouble. Far too widespread for Mac and Saint
to clean up alone.
Thank you, Thomas.
Now the major studios were vying to make the star-studded sleeper about a shifter,
a demon half-breed and a vampire revealing themselves to the world and finding love
online. The last Hollywood rag he’d read before he left California had mentioned that
Gerard Butler was angling to be cast as the curmudgeonly Scottish vampire with the
heart of gold.
Mac grimaced. Good scripts must be hard to find.
A majority of people still believed Mac, Thomas and Saint were actors taking advantage
of the popular paranormal trend. There was even an angry online petition demanding
to know why the original cast was being shafted for bigger names.
Most of the world thought they were fictional characters. Most…but not all. And it was
that
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