Sorsha Blaze is our Shadow Thief in this book by Eva Chase that many have categorized as a “reverse harem fantasy.” Blaze’s world is our world in much the same way as someone like Aaronovitch or Butcher has taken our urban life and populated it with spirits and monsters that only some are aware of.
Blaze spends much of her time (does she have a “regular job”?) plotting to liberate shadows that have been captured by “hunters” and are going to be either sold to collectors or to vivisectionists. She has a reason for being involved that goes back to her childhood. And, she has found a group of like-minded humans who meet regularly to share information and plan “activities.”
The yarn opens with an escapade for Sorsha that results in a successful liberation of many “shadows” and some unintended consequences. The result is that, because of her actions, several “shadows” (of different “species”) feel an obligation to protect her. This comes under the heading of “meeting cute.” Each shadow has his own (yes, each is male) skill set and body type. Part of Sorsha’s running commentary is about her discoveries concerning the three: Thorn, Snap and Ruse.
"I suspected the only reason Thorn had agreed to my coming along at all, yesterday’s apologies about misjudging my commitment aside, was because he’d be more worried leaving me on my own than having me where he could keep an eye on me. As annoying as his own commitment could be, he did take the whole protection racket very seriously."
Another element is their mutual agreement that she will help them locate the leader of their team, Omen, who has likely been captured by the bad guys.
The plot is fairly conventional for this genre but Chase shows some inventive ideas in the skills of each shadow and less skill, particularly with Snap, of providing a consistent and viable voice. Sexual involvement is all part of the plot and doesn’t vary much from the following example.
"I grinned. My heart was still thumping double-time, but it definitely wasn’t in fear. His musky, smoky smell had coiled around me, and every word that fell from his lips in that tone like low thunder was stirring heat in my core. The jolt of desire that’d rushed through me in the parking lot definitely couldn’t be blamed on just adrenaline. My hand drifted from his wing to rest on his bulging bicep.
“Haven’t you figured out yet that I’m not your average mortal?”
And,
"I found the wherewithal to jerk the zipper of his pants down and discovered Thorn wasn’t the only one for whom dressing didn’t come automatically. Snap hadn’t bothered with any kind of underwear. He probably hadn’t realized they were a standard part of a mortal outfit. How would a shadowkind know, after all, if no one had happened to mention it? It wasn’t as if he’d had to consider clothes at all where he’d come from."