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

     Ricky spent two days in solitary, two days of mind-numbing boredom without a single visit from his cougar. Disappointment became his newest friend. And he discovered even a grown man could pout. Why is she ignoring me? He'd not found himself able to. On the contrary, he'd spent quite a bit of those two days thinking about her. Fantasizing about what he'd do the next time he got her alone. Picturing her bent over. Atop him. Under him. How she'd feel and taste. How she'd sound when she came. How she'd smile and ?


     ? pretend as if nothing ever happened between them when she did finally fetch him from his confinement.


     When the slot in the door slid open, her scent immediately wafted through, and he couldn't help a spurt of adrenalized anticipation. His initial jolt of joy died a quick death when she curtly demanded, "Please turn around and place your hands through the hole for cuffing."


     The indifference in her tone irked him. "What? No hello? How have I been?"


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