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.


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     Devouring her lips, lost in sensation heaven, Chris would have promised Jill anything, especially after hearing he wouldn't have to share her. His elation over that small fact, though, couldn't completely stem his annoyance in other matters. For example, her reluctance to split from Jack. She didn't love the guy. He wasn't her mate. So why did she hesitate? What wasn't she telling him?


     All questions he should have demanded answers to, however, animal need drove him. With his passion overtaking his common sense, all he wanted was to taste her. Touch her. Imprint himself on her so that she would know who she truly belonged to. Me. And only me.


     Figured the damned phone would interrupt again. To his immense male satisfaction, when he broke the kiss and leaned back, she stood with her eyes closed, lips parted, completely lost in the moment.


     "Shouldn't you answer that?" he teased.


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