A Change of Heart Novel Jin Church is back where he started, alone, wandering, and uncertain of his path. It’s not by choice but by circumstance, as he remembers he’s a werepanther… but not much else. He knows one thing for sure—he needs to find the beautiful blond man who haunts his dreams. Logan Church is trapped in a living hell. His mate is missing, his tribe is falling apart, and he’s estranged from the son he loves with all his heart. His world is unraveling without his mate by his side, and he has no one to blame but himself. If Jin can regain his memory and Logan can overcome the threats to his leadership, then perhaps they can resume their lives. The question is: Is that what they want? Back to the same house, the same tribe, the same troubles? They can choose from various roads leading to their future… or they can forge their own path.
I lifted my head because my manager called everyone by their last names—easier to keep track—and since I didn’t know my real one and had adopted the generic, “Smith” was me until I got my memory back.
I said until all the time. The other word I used was when. It was beyond imagining that I would spend the rest of my life not knowing who I really was, so to remain positive, if had been stricken from my vocabulary. There had to be an end. But I couldn’t stop the questioning and the worrying.
“Where’s Keith?” Eliza Abernathy asked as she stepped around in front of me.
I gave her a huge grin, way over the top, but said nothing. She smiled back, couldn’t help it, and we’d figured out why weeks ago. She really liked me. I was a stray she’d taken in off the street, and seeing me get my footing, my confidence, pleased her. So as she stood there and I acted like a dork, Manager Eliza melted away, and there was only the warm, maternal woman left. And then, of course, she realized that I’d gotten her to switch gears, and after a moment of us standing there like idiots, she turned a glare on me.
“What’s with the face?”
“Really?” she prodded me.
“Pardon?” I asked innocently.
“This makes nine days straight.”
I cleared my throat, hitting her with another smile. “Do you want the long version or the short one?”
“Oh God, please, short. I can’t deal with long at this point.”
“Okay, so he’s stuck in Vegas, but he says for sure he’ll be here tomorrow.”
Her sigh was long and exasperated. “You know I’m about done with everyone taking advantage of me.”
“Oh, no, I would nev—”
“Not you,” she corrected, reaching out and taking hold of my bicep.
I ignored the pain. I’d found that anyone touching me at all, gentle bumps, a hand squeeze, a hug, or a pat on the back, all shot excruciating bolts of pain to my nervous system. If I was hit with a tray or a door, that was normal—or what I perceived as so—and caused only a moment of surprise. But hands on me, anyone at all doing that, forced me to steel myself against the wall of hurt I slammed into. But I allowed normal interactions like Eliza hugging me because I truly liked her, and the momentary discomfort was worth it to strengthen our bond.
She had continued talking. “I appreciate you working all the doubles and the extra days, and you must believe me when I tell you that it’s been no hardship for me having you here.”…