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.


Freakn' Shifters

     How they went from sparring with fists and words to locked in a frantic kiss, Sheng couldn't have said, but once his lips clashed with hers, he forgot his reason for coming over. Forgot why he disliked Gina. 


     But Sheng did remember every erotic fantasy he'd had about her. Like a tsunami, arousal washed over him and swept him in its grip. Awash in sensation, he could only struggle to breathe, frantic pants as he nibbled on her lips and sucked on her lithe tongue. Encased in his arms, she didn't struggle to escape. On the contrary, she held onto him just as tight, her rounded body, with its undertone of muscle, rubbing against him.


     He wound his hand in her hair and pulled, tilting her face back. "This is such a bad idea," he growled.


     Eyes heavy with languor, she licked her lips. "Yes it is. Now shut up and get naked or I'll get the cuffs out." She no sooner finished speaking than her hands tugged at his shirt.


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