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Posted on Wednesday, October 12, 2011 5:09 PM
 Trevor got out of bed and slowly walked toward Shane.
Even in his
wounded state, Shane’s body responded to the sensual way his mate moved. It was
as all feline and graceful, yet sexy as hell at the same time.
All Trevor wore were a pair of black sleeping pants, the waistband
hanging low on his hips so it revealed his body perfectly. Shane could see it
all, the way Trevor’s abs were firm, without being too muscular. How his chest
was sleek and tan, the skin just begging to be licked and sucked. |
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Posted on Thursday, October 06, 2011 7:53 PM
 S hane
walked to his car as he continued to mull the problem of the Scorpion. The
biggest question of all was how in hell was he going to kill her? Scorpions
were known to be damn wily and this chick was the worst of all.
The
corner of his lip lifted into a snarl as he recalled the last time he’d tangled
with her. It’d ended with him having a more than a few broken bones. And since
Shane still lived with his sadistic guardian at the time, he hadn’t been
allowed to shift to heal the wounds. So, that had resulted in a long, painful
recovery, of which he spent every second cursing her name—Lily. |
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Posted on Thursday, September 22, 2011 11:06 AM
 The shifter-owned bar smelled just exactly the same as it had the last time Shane had been there—stinky as hell.
Maybe Shane shouldn’t be too judgmental of the owner. After all, it must be damn hard to clean up after so many different breeds of shifters. They were all present—Cheetahs, Wolves, Ravens, Hawks and even an Alligator were all in their human forms, lounging around the run-down, dive.
And a dive it was. From the rough, stained wood floors, to the pitted walls that were covered in a god-awful shade of brown paint. |
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