Women Who Love Werewolves: A Pair of Erotic Paranormal Short Stories

By Susan Hart

Note: All characters are over 18.

I Dated A Pack Of Werewolves, is the story of a young woman looking for a summer of fun before she goes off to college and how she ends up with a pack of werewolves she finds in a club one night. The Alpha male claims her but his pack mates are entitled to one night with the woman he calls his own. What will happen at the end of the night?

Making Over The Hairy Beast, is the wry story of a woman who likes a young werewolf, but only when he has transformed. She decides to freshen him up one night after he’s changed into a smelly and overgrown beast and after getting into the shower with him so it’s easier to lather him up, things take on a sexy turn. Afterwards, she decides on a career change.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Susan Hart
• Release date: Jan 20, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310841934

Susan Hart

I was born in England, but have lived in Southern California for many years. I m now retired and live in the Pacific NW in a little seaside city amongst the giant redwoods and wonderful harbor, almost at the Oregon border. My husband and I have two cats. I love Science Fiction, animals, and trying to help others. I publish under Doreen Milstead as well as my own name. My photo was taken right before the coronation of QE II in the UK.

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Women Who Love Werewolves: A Pair of Erotic Paranormal Short Stories

By

Susan Hart

Copyright 2016 The Paranormal Network Presents

I Dated A Pack Of Werewolves

Making Over The Hairy Beast

I Dated A Pack Of Werewolves

Note: All characters are over 18.

Synopsis: I Dated A Pack Of Werewolves, is the story of a young woman looking for a summer of fun before she goes off to college and how she ends up with a pack of werewolves she finds in a club one night. The Alpha male claims her but his pack mates are entitled to one night with the woman he calls his own. What will happen at the end of the night?

Do werewolves exist? Fuck—I didn’t know. I’m a young woman and vowed to give myself a summer of fun and sex before I was sent off to college. I knew that my stepdad had his own things to do and the thought of spending the summer at his house sort of creeped me out. Not that he wasn’t attractive, in a blond, beach-boy type of way. However, he was old—and I do mean old. At least thirty-five. Maybe older. And here I was just turned eighteen.

Shit, I wanted someone young and strong and experienced and horny—and with a dark edge to his soul, if you know what I mean. That’s why I was reading up about werewolves and other monsters. Somehow, if werewolves existed, I knew that they could curl my toes by a simple look.

It would have to be a man—sorry, werewolf—with a passion and glint in their eye.

Someone dangerous.

Someone willing to fight for me.

God, I got wet just dreaming about it.

I wanted it to be that type of summer. I looked at my outfit and my hair and makeup in the mirror. I had no idea what would be attractive to a werewolf. I went with my usual Goth look and the most incredibly short, black leather skirt I owned.

I mean—it almost let everything hang out. I assisted my body in that area by hiking up my thong until it practically disappeared, giving any werewolf’s hand ample freedom to roam.

At the other end, I pulled down my stretchy tank top until my breasts almost fell out.

That got me all hot and bothered, imagining what a werewolf, and perhaps his