Jade Buchanan

Thomas Adler is a stickler for neatness. When his ordered life goes completely to the frogs, what’s a man to do? Grab hold of the closest frog shifter and hang on for dear life, of course!

 (4.5 kisses) The Frog in the Room is a quirky and adorable story! I was charmed down to my toes by Tom and Eric, the shapeshifting frog king. The premise of this extremely short read is so enjoyable that I wanted to get to know the characters betters. Read this story. It’ll certainly put a smile on your face.

Reviewed by Samantha, TwoLips Reviews

The Frog in the Room is a great teaser to have on hand during the cold winter months.  This is an example of Jade Buchanan’s flair for inspiring warm and toasty feelings when you need a little heat. 

Reviewed by Rosemary, Joyfully Reviewed

The Frog in the Room is a great fantasy short story. Ms. Buchanan wove an enchanting tale that is funny, engaging and erotic. Thomas is your typical lonely man dreaming everyone’s winter fantasy – tropical beaches and a hot man! Thomas gets what he has been dreaming about, but with a twist; he needs to decide whether he will go with it or return to his life which is a little boring and a lot cold. The Frog in the Room is a great summer beach read. Pick it up when you go shopping next time.

Reviewed by Isabella, FAR

Well, I loved the other books I have read by Ms. Buchanan, but wasn't sure about this one, but boy did she change my mind. I started reading and it thought, "Frog" but boy this author pulled it off. The way that even in a short story like this one there was a connection between the two that made you know and feel that they were soul mates, and meant to be together. I look forward to this author's future books, she is an auto read for me.

Reviewed by Nicole Harvey, ParaNormalRomance.org

Ok, I have seen wolf shifter, panther, serpent, horse, even bird but this is the first time I have seen a frog shifter! Could be an interesting explanation of the tale of princess and the king frog...

[TheFrog in the Room] is a very short tale, part of the Escape series by Changeling Press. Funny and lighthearted, it is a fast vacation from reality.

Reviewed by Elisa Rolle

A bright light flashed in front of Tom’s eyes again.

“Not again,” he moaned, fed up with all the flashing lights.

When he opened his eyes, the frog was gone. In its place was a man gorgeous enough to cause his dry mouth to suddenly feel like the Sahara.

“Oh, momma,” he gasped, reaching out and poking a finger into the man’s chiseled, perfect chest. His skin was a rich tan, with an underlying green tint to it.

He was bald… everywhere. Right down to the hairless groin where his thick, tasty cock rested. Tom licked his lips, intrigued despite himself.

“How did you come here?” the man asked, in a rich tenor.

Tom looked up in shock, his eyes wide when he stared at the man’s face. He had a wicked glint in his eyes, probably from seeing Tom’s uncouth leer at his shaved crotch.

“Wait, is this even physically possible?” he asked, tilting his head and studying the man in front of him.

Movement at either side made him to swing his gaze around. The other frogs had dropped to the ground, bright flashes of light sparking before men stood tall in their place.

Technically, he should probably be freaked about now, but he figured he was either A) dreaming, B) dead or C) in an alternate universe. Either way, he probably couldn’t control anything but his own reactions, so he might as well go with it. Besides, that guy was seriously sexy and seriously hung!

The men were all studying him, confused expressions on their faces. The big guy at the front stepped to the side, poking at his car, caressing the metal with one massive hand. Tom shivered, half wishing the guy was stroking him like that. He willed his rueful erection down. He shouldn’t be turned on in a situation like this. Okay, that settled it, he was definitely dreaming.

“Well, this has got to be the weirdest day I’ve ever had,” he mused, sitting down on the beach. He clenched his fist, realizing with a start that the green frog king was still in his hand.

He set him down on the beach beside him. The big man stopped petting his car, turning to motion the others away. They left with a backward glance or two, looking downcast, leaving the two of them in the clearing alone. Well, three of them if you counted the furry frog beside him. He snorted.

“You have got to explain to me how a two pound frog becomes a two hundred pound man, ’cause my mind just can’t figure that out.” He licked his bottom lip.

“My name is Eric Odhrán. This is my kingdom, and you have now entered into my keeping,” the man said, coming forward to crouch in front of him.

“Well, Eric Oh Rawn, my name is Thomas Adler, and I’m insane. Pleased to meet you, seeing as you’re the most fabulous apparition I’ve ever invented.” Tom stuck out his hand.