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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 · 奇幻言情
分數不夠
240 Chs

Chapter 169 : Jungle Freakn' Bride

"The gods have spoken to me."

The gods, or a particular ground root that a certain somebody liked to smoke in his pipe? "And what are they saying this time?" Acat asked, not actually caring as he fixed his grandfather's roof, thatching some of the more barren spots.

"They say your bride awaits."

The news shook Acat, and despite his usual grace, he lost his balance. The embarrassment at reacting was worse than the fall off his ladder. He managed to twist his body at the last moment so his feet hit the ground first. The impact still proved jarring ? and not just to his knees. Straightening, he eyed his elderly relative who regarded him sagely while puffing away on his ever-present pipe. "The gods said that, did they? Or is this wishful thinking on your part? Are you getting that desperate for great-grandbabies you can corrupt?"

"Does it truly matter?" Grandfather smiled, his crinkled face creasing even further. His eyes sparkled with mischief.