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

     Acat sensed his bride before he saw her. With lithe feline grace, she dropped from a tree in the path of the sister he'd located. His admiration at how quickly she adapted to her new self was tempered by annoyance. What is she doing here? With a growl, he rounded on Chaob who came up silently behind him.


     "I thought I told you to bring her to the village or stay in the ruins?" he snapped. Anywhere but here with the sibling he'd come to fetch. He could already predict trouble. 


     Sheepish, and at the same time defiant, Chaob met his glare. "She distracted me with a rock to the head and took off. By the time I caught up, we were closer to your group than home."


     "She bested you?" Acat couldn't help his snort of derision, which in turn, tightened Chaob's lips.


     "Our bride is not some meek female willing to obey our every command."


     "So I've noticed." A trait he both admired and disliked, even as he often provoked her.


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