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Tabular array of Contents
Blurb
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Affiliate Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Half-dozen
Affiliate Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
About the Writer
Southern Shifters Kindle World: Impawsible
A wererabbit and a tiger-wolf hybrid? Impawsible!
Wererabbit Bethany Buchanan hopes she can create a new life in Deals Gap, North Carolina. Abode to the weird, wacky, and unwanted, it should exist a place where she doesn't have to hibernate (much) and can exist herself (mostly).
When she meets Carter, a hotter than hot tiger-wolf hybrid, she knows she'due south found her new home. Particularly when he purrs and tells her he wants to eat her… in a very naughty way. Carter loves every inch of her curvy wererabbit torso and is willing to do anything to make her happy.
Why? Considering Bethany is his mate and he'll kill to keep her. Which, every bit it happens, he might merely accept to do. You meet, there's this savage werelion from her past and he'southward looking for revenge…
Chapter One
Deals Gap, North Carolina, had it all and so some. A proficient dose of "then some" that had her walking down the sidewalk, face buried in the map every bit she sought the Dark Moon bar. As a new shifter resident, she had to check in with the leader, Bhric. And she was really, really trying to exercise that, but then a fleshy brick wall came outta nowhere and
boom
…
At least the sidewalks were comfortable. Okay, maybe non comfortable. They were hard as concrete—which made sense since they
were
concrete and a stone dug into her ass—but the view was prissy. Clouds. Stars.
Breathable air
. That was i of the reasons she'd left the big city for small-scale-town life.
A shadow fell across her, blocking out the brilliant yellow glare of the sun. "You okay down there?"
Bethany went from nix to
hello, lovah
in 4 words. His deep voice rolled through her, sending a gentle shudder down her spine. The backlight threw him into a silhouette, making her unable to see his face, just it didn't matter. She'd be happy if he'd go along talking with that low, sexy drawl. Hell, information technology'd exist really cracking if he never stopped talking. Ever. Perhaps she could pay him to read the dictionary to—
"Miss?" She heard the smile in his voice and she didn't care if he was laughing at her because words were still leaving his mouth.
Had she mentioned that drawl? And the twang?
She breathed securely and her inner rabbit got to filtering through the scents. She told it to quit focusing on the trees (yes, they'd go through the wood later) and the crisp air (she promised they wouldn't movement back to the smog-filled metropolis) to find this stranger'south odor. A little earthy, a little smoky, a little…
"Lady, actually?" Potent hands grasped her forearms and yanked her upward, forcing her to her feet whether she liked information technology or not.
It was decidedly "not" until she realized how close she stood to the hunky man. Blond hair, sparkling eyes, and all those muscles… He was the epitome of shifter-hotness in one furry package. Her rabbit chuffed, interested in getting a ameliorate look at the male person.
"Y'all okay?" Expect, he was however trying to talk to her. Correct.
"Uh, yes, sorry about that." She ignored the flush of oestrus to her cheeks. If she didn't admit the embarrassment, it didn't exist. "I didn't mean to see yous." That smile got all sensual, which made her face grow hotter, and rather than flirt with the man, she focused on her chore. "I'grand looking for the Dark Moon."
He chuckled, and the wind sent another moving ridge of his aroma her way. He really did smell good. "You're in the right identify, baby." He reached over and snared a door she hadn't even seen. With a tug, information technology swung open and he gestured for her to precede him. "Later on you lot."
"Thank you…" She let the sentence hang, hoping he'd supply his name and then she didn't keep calling him Sexy in her caput. He wasn't her mate or anything only since she didn't even know if she'd ever detect him… The spank banking company could always use a peak-off.
"Greer. I work the bar and am Bhric's right hand."
Bhric. Right. Now she remembered she had a purpose for leaving her little rented house well-nigh the edge of boondocks. "Aye, I need to talk to him. Is he around?"
That got her a practiced smirk. And really, he had to practice it because there was no way Greer looked sexy without it. "No, merely I'one thousand sure there'southward something I can help you with."
Now he looked like he wanted to eat her and she wondered what kind of shifter he was and what kind of eating he had in mind.
Hey, it'd been a while.
"I'm," she cleared her throat and looked around, checking their surround. "I'grand new and demand to hash out my residency because I'1000 a…"
Greer leaned closer, his voice dropping low. "A shifter," he purred.
Bethany blushed. "Uh, yeah. That."
With a low chuckle, he pulled abroad and placed his palm on her lower back, nudging her toward the darkened interior. "No problem, baby. Bhric's non around at the moment, but I can get your info, requite y'all a beer, and run across what happens."
What happens? Nothing would happen because despite the flirting, Bethany was so non in this guy'south league. And she knew he was a shifter, which made it then much worse because while she had an inner animal, it did non help in the whole metabolism or badass departments.
Average shifters could swallow what the fuck e'er and however be hot.
Bethany could eat what the fuck ever and follow it up with a jog on the treadmill and then her ass didn't cease up wider than Pluto. (Merely really, even as big as Pluto, she yet had a bang-up ass.)
"Uh, right." She eased by him, pausing to permit her eyes arrange to the dimness. And hey, the interior looked exactly similar she'd read in her favorite books and Telly shows.
This
was a biker bar. Pool tables, worn stools, scuffed up floor, and neon lights…
"This fashion…" He stepped around her, his big body brushing hers every bit he passed. "I'll get you taken care of."
The way he said it fabricated her think his caring and hers were pretty different.
"Uh, sure."
Smashing vocabulary, Bethany. Just nifty.
"Right behind you."
Greer glanced over his shoulder, flashing a smile and tossing a wink her way. "Bask the view."
Such. A. Flirt. And based on the heavy layer of flirtatiousness he was throwing, she figured every other woman got the aforementioned treatment.
"Uh-huh."
Of class that was the moment her cell phone decided to ring, the familiar jingle forcing a groan past her lips.
Wild Thing
by The Troggs filled the air. Talking most a Wild Thing and how it made her centre sing… Bethany kept pace with Greer and ignored his snicker as she dug through her purse in search of the small device while information technology told her she fabricated everything great. She was gonna kill her sis Hannah. Kill. Her. Dead.
Her paw wrapped around the small hunk of glass and plastic and she yanked it free with a victorious shout. "Ha! Found you!"
That was almost the time the song asked Bethany to agree him tight. She desperately needed a new ring tone. One swipe of her thumb continued the call and she jumped right into the conversation. "You are cipher but a bowwow fuck."
"Aw, I miss y'all too." Information technology would've almost sounded sincere if Hannah hadn't cackled.
"Look, I'm decorated hither." She spied Greer sliding behind the bar, snatching upwards a dishtowel equally he paced the length. "I gotta talk to somebody about staying here."
"I thought y'all took care of that over the telephone."
God, give her the strength not to kill her sister. At to the lowest degree her other sis, Katie, wasn't included in the call. "I did a phone interview, only I withal had to stop in and prove I'm non a crazy person."
"Ahh…" Hannah hummed. "That's gonna be hard since you kinda are."
The snort from Greer told her he'd heard.
"No, I'm dissimilar, not crazy."
"Oh, bless your middle. That's what they say in that location, correct? When yous're lying to yourself?"
Bethany groaned and padded toward the bar, slowly sliding onto one of the stools. She closed her optics, unwilling to see Greer's expression. "Yes, but I'thousand not…" She sighed and dropped her forehead to the smooth surface. "Hannah, please," she whispered. "Just, please."
She wanted Deals Gap to be different. To be a home where she wasn't stared at or run from or avoided as if she had the plague. Or hunted. She wasn't certain what was worse—beingness shunned or hunted like prey. She was prey, but that wasn't the point. The chase had changed over the last few years, the hunt no longer in an endeavour to impale her, merely fuck her. A couple of the lions from her family unit'south clan looked at her like they'd have what they wanted whether she agreed or not.
But in Deals Gap, at that place were others like her in the small-scale boondocks, others who were normal, just not normal. Shifters of every kind, hybrids and others with nowhere else to become. She was one of those, dammit.
"Bethany, you lot know I'one thousand kidding. If this makes you happy, I'm happy for you." Hannah'southward vocalization was equally soft and in that location was no missing the truth in her words. As much as they annoyed each other, they loved each other even more than.
"I call up I can be happy here, you know?" More than happy.
"You could have been happy here at home. You didn't take to movement to another state. Mom and Dad—"
"Yep, I know." It was hard to be casualty in a family unit of lions. "But I have a skillful feeling about Deals Gap, Hannah. Similar it could be home."
"Yous accept a home."
"I have Mom and Dad's dwelling. Here… it's all mine. I… We've been over this before." They'd discussed most of her reasons. Not all—no i only her tormentors knew of the sexual nature of the recent threats.
"I know," Hannah grumbled. "I don't like not having yous down the street. Who am I going to get pedis with? Or drink margaritas with on Fri night? Or—"
"Katie, like yous have every other Friday since we hit xx-one."
Her sister whined. "But you won't be in that location."
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder."
"Forbearance? Why are nosotros talking about not fucking?"
At that, she smiled, knowing that was her sister'southward goal. "Dork. Absence."
"Uh-huh." Hannah coughed. "So, you'll call me after?"
"Yes, I'll call y'all afterwards. I take to check in, terminate by the mechanic'south, do some grocery shopping, and and then I'll head home so I can setup my office." Non for the first fourth dimension, she was thankful she could work from home anywhere in the world. She wasn't tied to a nine-to-five desk and she loved having a flexible schedule.
"The mechanic?"
"Yes," she waved off her sister'southward question, "a check engine lite. Information technology's goose egg." She flicked her attending to Greer, to his narrowed eyes and crossed arms. "I really gotta get now. I swear I'll call you lot later." Bethany moved the phone from her ear, ignoring Hannah's shouts of "you meliorate" and "I'll kick your ass if you—" as she ended the call. "Pitiful about that. My sister. She worries and—"
"I go it." He stared at her, not maxim much else. "So, I was listening to your conversation—"
"Which is rude. You lot could at least
pretend
not to hear."
A couple of masculine chuckles came from well-nigh the pool tables followed by a deep, "She got you, man. She got you."
"Yeah, yep." He glared at the darkened corner. "So, what kind of shifter practice yous have under the hood? We gonna have a problem with information technology tonight during the full moon?"
Bethany pressed her lips together and swallowed her initial response. Existence a bitch on her first day wasn't the manner to make friends and if he was Bhric's correct mitt, she couldn't beget to alienate him. "I gave my information to Bhric."
"And he's not hither, then I'm asking. Because I gotta acknowledge, you kinda smell like casualty, but at that place'southward something—"
"Yes," she snapped. She wasn't going into further details about her genetics. It was no one'due south business only her own. They'd run into her during the full moon this night anyway. She wanted
1
mean solar day gawk-gratuitous. Just ane. "You're correct."
"Yeah, only—"
"I was bodacious of discretion and privacy. So, practice I need to sign annihilation?" She really needed to take off her bitch hat simply now that it was on, it seemed glued to her scalp. "Or do you lot need to sniff my donkey or something?"
Greer narrowed his eyes and they both ignored the chuckles that drifted toward them. "Nah, we're good." He held out his manus. "Nice to meet ya, Bethany Buchanan of clan Buchanan."
And that right there was like a decease knell because everyone knew the Buchanan association. In that location was also one other fact whispered backside her back. Bethany Buchanan, adopted girl of Angus and Fiona, leaders of the Buchanan association. The Bethany Buchanan that wasn't a lion like her parents merely a rabbit.
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