Julia and Damien are aching to start a family, but Julia's shifting ability has been suppressed for years. Despite the danger, she ventures out on a quest to find the werewitch who took away her ability to shift, so that she can get it back ... and have a child with her one true mate.
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From New York Times Bestselling author Aubrey Rose comes a new shifter book that's as wild and hot as anything. This werewolf shifter BBW romance novella is 25,000 words long, has some naughty language, and a lot of naughty sex. Be warned!
Damien lay in her bed. Their bed. She sat at the edge of the bed, looking out of the window. The half-moon could barely be seen along the edge of the tree line in the distance.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” Damien said.
“You know what I’m thinking.” The words were out before Julia could stop them. She wanted to reach out and pluck them back out of the air as soon as they had left.
“I know how you’re feeling. Nervous. Sad.”
“And a little hopeful,” Julia said. “I hope that when I come back, we can start our family.”
“I hope so too,” Damien said, tugging his fingers into the waistband of her jeans. “For now, though, this will have to be a purely recreational exercise.”
Julia couldn’t help but laugh as he pulled her towards him and into a deep kiss.
“Recreational, you say?” she asked. “And you with a broken leg? I’m looking forward to playing with you when you’re not all broken up and bruised.”
“Never mind that,” Damien said. “I want you to strip for me.”
“I hate to remind you,” Julia said, leaning forward to press a kiss to her mate’s forehead, “but you’re blind.”
“Then you’ll have to stay pretty close,” he said, running his hands down Julia’s sides. “So I can feel you.”
“Alright,” Julia said. She unbuttoned her blouse as Damien’s fingers slipped down after hers, smoothing over her skin. Damien curled one finger down into the top edge of her bra.
“Hey now, no peeking!”
“Sorry,” Damien said, but the grin on his face belied his words.
Julia pulled off her top and threw it to the ground, standing up to unbutton her jeans. Damien’s hands moved down over her hips as she shuffled her jeans down.
“Turn around,” he said, in a voice that left no room for argument. Julia complied. His hands cupped her bare ass, squeezing, kneading, as she stepped out of her pants. His touch made her ache with desire, his fingers sending sharp thrills of pleasure down her nerves wherever they touched...