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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 · Fantasie
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240 Chs

Chapter 215

"You'd better behave," she admonished as she sorted through her jangling set of keys.

Like that would happen. Ricky couldn't believe his arguing had worked. Despite her evident desire not to, Patricia set them loose. But the click and clanking as she opened their cell brought attention to them. Even though the other prisoners couldn't see in the dark, it didn't prevent them from calling out.

"Someone's getting lucky," a voice sang out.

"Come on over here and set me free. I'll pay you. I've got money."

A face pressed against the bars right across from them. The beady-eyed prisoner smacked his lips and uttered a disgusting, "Lucky bastard. What I wouldn't give to tap that fine, fucking ass."

It took Ricky only two long strides to reach the speaker. Reaching through the bars, he grabbed a hold of the guy with the foul mouth and slammed his face against them, once, twice. The now silent prisoner slid to the floor.