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Once Upon a Shifter by Anne Conley, Lily Marie, Kim Fox, Zoe Chant, Ariana Hawkes, Terra Wolf, K.S. Haigwood, Shelley Shifter, Nora Eli, Alyse Zaftig, Mackenzie Black, Roxie Noir Read Free Book Online
Authors:
Anne Conley,
Lily Marie,
Kim Fox,
Zoe Chant,
Ariana Hawkes,
Terra Wolf,
K.S. Haigwood,
Shelley Shifter,
Nora Eli,
Alyse Zaftig,
Mackenzie Black,
Roxie Noir
Tags:
Unknown,
Paranormal,
paranormal romance,
Werewolves,
shifters,
Shapeshifting,
wolves,
compilation,
Werebears,
bear shifters,
omnibus,
bundle,
PNR
Bears. In those two games he had a total of six interceptions, eighteen sacks, nine forced fumbles and fifteen touchdowns.
He had a very promising future ahead of him until he got tested for performance enhancing drugs. His testosterone level was nineteen times over the legal limit. The doctor was shocked that Sidney was still alive but those were normal levels for a polar bear. And for a werebear.
Connor was a huge Chicago fan but he quickly realized that although Sidney was a skilled athlete, he couldn’t kayak for shit.
Connor pushed Edwin to the side and lifted up the fridge. He picked up and slid the see-through, plastic drawer back into the slot.
“This excursion is important for the business,” he said. “These girls won this trip off of the biggest radio station in New York City. If it goes well the station agreed to buy, advertise and give away a trip a week.” That would be amazing for his company. He could bring Brooke Excursions to the next level. He could surpass the number two, Sunshine Kayaking, and then it would only be a matter of time before he would be on the heels of the number one spot.
He picked up a broken jar of salad dressing and tossed it into the garbage. “Just don’t embarrass me.”
Edwin stood up, naked, with mustard dripping from his penis. “We wouldn’t do that to you boss.”
two
“Miss Sanderson,” the doorman said, looking straight ahead with his white-gloved hand tucked behind his back. “Miss Hawkins.”
“Hi Alfred,” Rebecca said, leaning down to see him out of the passenger window of her car. “We’re here to pick up Grace.”
“She is on her way,” he said in his thick British accent. Grace had told them once that Alfred was actually from San Diego and the accent was all a show and that he had even bought a fake British passport to convince everyone that he was from Manchester. He even looked British. He was an older man with gray hair and a thin, jet black mustache. His tuxedo was always perfect. He never had a single crease or crumple.
Angie winked at Rebecca from the passenger seat. “Hey Alfred,” she said. “Did you see the San Diego Padres play the Braves last night? They really suck this season.”
Alfred’s eyes went wide and he clenched his jaw. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Miss Hawkins.” He looked past them over Rebecca’s car.
“Yeah,” Angie continued. “The Padres’ pitching is atrocious this season. And their batting is the worst in the league.”
Alfred’s neck was turning red over his crisp, white collar. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Miss Hawkins but I will say that the Padres pitching is probably full of rookies that are going to develop over time into the best bullpen in the league. And the batting slump is probably just temporary.”
“It sounds like you’re a fan,” Angie said, looking out the car at the sweating man.
“No, no, no,” he said, thickening his British accent. “I only watch cricket and foot ball.”
Grace came bounding through the twelve foot high double doors of her family’s mansion. She wore heels and a tight gold dress that showed off her slender thighs. Her blond hair was tied up behind her head with a diamond encrusted barrette holding it up into a bun. A second butler followed her out rolling her large suitcase.
Rebecca popped the trunk as Grace got into the back seat.
“We’re only going for a weekend,” Angie said, as the butler struggled to lift Grace’s heavy bag down the steps.
“Yes but there’s breakfastwear, afternoonwear, hikingwear, eveningwear, dinnerwear and pajamas.” She leaned forward between the seats and checked her reflection in the rear view mirror. She slid her finger over her eyebrow.
“Hello ladies,” Grace’s dad said, walking down the steps to Rebecca’s car.
“Hi Senator Briggs,” Rebecca and Angie said together.
He smiled, his perfect, politician smile. “You two are grown ups now,” he said. “You
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