Free A Slice of Honeybear Pie (BWWM Paranormal BBW Bear Shifter Romance) (Bearfield Book 1) by Jacqueline Sweet, Eva Wilder

made no sense.
    Hot Naked Guy’s neck was grazed and sore-looking. I peered at it. His hand flew to the wound.
    “Oh my god! Did the tiger get you?”
    “No, don’t worry. This is, ah, a shaving injury. I’m all good.”
    I narrowed my eyes. It didn’t look like a shaving cut. Not many guys wet-shaved with cut-throat razors these days.
    He took my hand firmly. “You, on the other hand, look very pale. Come with me.”
    He placed his hand on the small of my back and guided me through a set of double doors, heading back into the building. We emerged into a cream marble foyer with a single elevator. There was nobody sitting at the reception desk.
    I wondered whether this particular bank employee always got naked as soon as the support staff went home. Weird kink, but pretty harmless, I supposed.
    He hit the elevator call button.
    “We can go to my office and get you something to drink.”
    “And call the police? And the zoo? Or whoever deals with stuff like escaped tigers?”
    “Of course.”
    Naked Hot Guy still didn’t seem to have any concern that he was naked. He hadn’t tried to explain it at all.
    As he pushed the button again, I stole a glance at his rear view. Then I sighed. I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen a man as good-looking as he was. The oddest thing was that he made me feel completely comfortable. I’d have expected to feel awkward around such an attractive guy, even with clothes on. That would go double for an attractive guy in the raw. But this one seemed remarkably easy company.
    Easy, naked company. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Was he going to pretend it wasn’t the case? Maybe he was insane? He didn’t seem too crazy. For some reason, I opted to trust my instincts where he was concerned.
    “I’m Finola,” I said. “Finola Malley. So you work at the bank too? Which department?”
    “Irish? Finola. That’s a lovely name.”
    “Yeah, Irish. Adopted by Londoners. I’m more of a Londoner than an Irish girl now.”
    “Irishness is a state of mind, body and soul. You can’t turn English, no matter how much you might try.”
    He was teasing me gently. I smiled, but really I wanted him to tell me about himself, not the other way round. “And what’s your name?”
    “You’re a temp worker here?” He wasn’t answering my question.
    “Yeah. I’m a temp admin assistant. Are you a banker?”
    “Yes. I’m a banker.”
    “May I ask your name?”
    I bit my lip and stared up at him, using every ounce of my strength not to gaze down at his magnificent cock again.
    “Forgive me. It’s Sebastian.” He shook my hand, his eyes sparkling ever bluer. “How do you do?”
    I couldn’t help smiling again, despite my ordeal tonight.

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Excerpt: Taken By My Shifter Billionaire Stepbrother And His Motorcycle Club (Of Vampires) (Soraya Surreal - Book One)
    By Jacqueline Sweet & Stikki Minaj
    G rowing up in a house full of sisters, it can be hard to get noticed. If you’re not the tall one, the smart one, the beautiful one, or the conjoined ones, you get lost in the shuffle.
    My name is Soraya Surreal, but you can call me the slutty one.

    My problems started last month, when my mom got remarried for like the seventh time. Something about being a witch seemed to both attract men by the drove and send them screaming for the hills a year later. All of the potions and nakedness and magic must seem pretty sexy until you have to live with it every day of your life. My dad lasted longer than most, but even he could only take so much crazy.  
    Some of my sisters shun the supernatural but me, I prefer to embrace it. I like to wrap my arms and legs around the supernatural and just let it fill me up.
    The wedding was a nice affair. Midnight ceremony, in a clearing in the woods on family land. The groom’s side wore tuxes and tidy dresses. The bride’s side wore snakeskin, leather, latex or nothing at all. I didn’t go sky-clad, like mom, but