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Freakn' Shifters

Delicate Freakn' Flower – Naomi doesn’t want to follow tradition and settle down with a violence-loving, chest thumping shapeshifter. When fate makes her meet not one, but two mates, Naomi digs her heels in and refuses to give in without a fight. Can this delicate freakn’ flower unbend her prejudices enough to recognize she needs a pair of men who can handle her thorns – and her passion? Jealous and Freakn' – For a long time now, Mitchell’s been avoiding Francine, his bratty sister’s friend. However, the girl who tortured him in his youth is all grown up, and when he sees her in the arms of another, a need to claim her overrides all his common sense. But he’s waited too long and fate has decided that he’s going to have to share. Can he accept that claiming Francine means living in a menage, or will his jealousy get in the way of happiness? Already Freakn' Mated – Meeting the woman of his dreams would have worked a lot better if she didn’t already belong to another man. But Chris wasn’t about to let something like ‘until death do us part’ keep him from claiming his woman. He’ll do anything to win his mate, including throwing his attractive cousin at the pesky husband. Freakn Out - Derrick is angry, and bitter, but with good reason. His army buddies should have left him to die instead of dragging him out of the rebel camp—and he meant drag. As if that wasn’t bad enough, fate just has to kick a wolf when he is down and send him the curvy and luscious Janine. Freakn’ Shifters is created by Eve Langlais, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Eve Langlais · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
240 Chs

Chapter 84

Late Sunday afternoon, the doorbell rang, but Chris didn't pay it any attention. Despite the packed living room and family room, it seemed more people had arrived, his mother's fault for being such a good cook. Who could blame so many of his family, friends and neighbors for showing up? No sane person could resist the mouthwatering smells coming from the kitchen ? and the slap on his hand was well worth the taste.

The glimpse he'd gotten of the pumpkin pie, with whipped cream on top, made him want to do battle so he wouldn't have to share. He restrained himself though from rescuing the pie. The last time he did that ? trying to sneak off with it to the woods with a single fork ? the pie got destroyed when his brothers caught him. 'No, not my precious,' he'd cried as it soared in the air and hit the floor upside down. Pissed, his mother had him and his brothers doing slave chores for weeks afterward. Years later, he still mourned the loss of the pie no one got to taste.