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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     How many hours had Carlie already screamed? Was it days since she'd last enjoyed a pain free existence? Couldn't she just hurry up and die already? Anything to stop the agony, an agony caused by a poisoning she still didn't understand even as she'd used the act to distract herself from the worst moments of her life.


     Why keep her alive, feed her, bathe her, and arouse her to the point she would have begged them for their touch only to kill her slowly with some jungle potion? When none of her screamed curses to that query earned her answers or oblivion, she dreamt up ways of killing the two bastards who betrayed her. For some reason, though, those violent fantasies tended to always end up devolving into some erotic orgy where she bit and rode them like a cowgirl out of control. Some punishment.


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