Falling For A Wolf #2: BBW Werewolf Shifter Romance

By Mac Flynn

Christina Monet’s dream of a relaxing life in the woods is interrupted with the constant, and seductive, presence of her werewolf neighbor, Adam. She escapes his claws only when she falls into the clutches of Clara Vandersnoot and her welcoming party filled with high-society and low morals. There she meets another newcomer to the area who has secrets of his own that he would do anything to keep, even if it means giving her a permanent reprieve from both Adam and life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Crescent Moon Studios, Inc.
• Release date: Jul 2, 2017
• ISBN: 9788826463933

Mac Flynn

A seductress of sensual words and a lover of paranormal plots, Flynn enjoys writing thrilling paranormal stories filled with naughty fun and hilarious hijinks. She is the author of numerous paranormal series that weave suspense, adventure and a good joke into a one-of-a-kind experience that readers are guaranteed to enjoy. From long adventure novels to tasty little short-story treats, there's a size and adventure for everyone.Want to know when her next series comes out? Join The Flynn newsletter and be the first to know! macflynn.com/newsletter/Also check out her website at macflynn.com for listings and excerpts of all of her books!

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The next morning dawned as only an unwelcome morning could dawn: with the rays of the sun streaming through the window and forcing their way through my eyelids and into my eyes. I creaked open my useless eyelids and sat up. Morning already, and what a wild dream. First I’d been attacked by a bear and then I’d. . .been. . .why was there a bandage around my leg?

My eyes widened and my dream suddenly turned into reality. I wish it’d been a dream about winning a million dollars, but having werewolves be real was definitely an impressive feat. I flung aside my sheets and limped over to the closed bedroom door. All was quiet beyond the wood, but I pressed my ear against the entrance and listened. Nothing but the soft sound of air through something. I rolled my eyes at Adam’s snoring and flung open the door.

Adam stood on the other side with a tray of food in his hand. I yelped and in my hurried retreat I stumbled over my legs. I crashed onto my rear and heard a noise behind Adam. It was a teakettle getting up to boil. That was the soft sound of air I’d heard before.

You are rather clumsy, Adam commented.

I whipped my head up and glared at him. I was getting good at glaring at him. And you are rather rude. No knock?

You didn’t give me time. He walked past me and set the tray on the foot of the bed. I wasn’t sure how you were feeling, so I prepared some breakfast.

I stood and limped up beside him to survey the tray. It had sausage, bacon, ham, eggs, and a tall glass of milk. The werewolf diet? I guessed.

He sheepishly smiled and shrugged. Meat is all I really know how to cook, he admitted.

Well, I guess that’s a big food group. I plopped myself on the bed beside the tray and slid it onto my lap. Utensils were available, and I dug into the food like an earth mover into a hillside. The food quickly disappeared and I set the tray to the side. Not bad, I commented as I licked my lips.

Adam seated himself on the other side of the tray. What would you say if I poisoned it? I froze mid-finger licking and felt the color drain from my face. He laughed, took the tray in hand, and stood. Just kidding.

You know, you could make a girl really paranoid, I scolded him.

He paused at the door and turned. The humor was gone from his face and the sun shone off his autumn eyes. They were like the brown and yellow-colored leaves of fall. I can’t stress enough how dangerous I can be.

This time he wasn’t prepared for the pillow and it hit him in his cute face. The pillow slid to the floor as I wildly cackled my victory. That’s for being melodramatic! I scolded in glee.

Gone was the creepy colors in his eyes and back was the smile on his lips. I don’t believe you’re taking any of this seriously.

I wiped the tears from my eyes and shook my head. Nope. I still have my silver fork up my sleeve and nothing you can say will make me afraid.

He half-turned from me and a crooked, evil grin slid onto his lips. Good, then you won’t be afraid when I take you in to the doctor.

My face fell. Um, I don’t think we need to do that. I feel just fine, see? I waved my injured leg up and down, and winced when my leg told me I didn’t know the definition of the word ‘fine.’

He chuckled. I can see.

My face fell. Isn’t there some small, defenseless animal you can harass?

You mean other than you? he teased.

I snapped my arm up and pointed at the door. Out.

He stepped partially back inside. I didn’t-

Out.

But-

Out or I get the silver fork.

All right, but I’ll be back in a few minutes to take you to the doctor, he warned me. He left, shutting the door behind himself.

I fell back on the bed and lay my uninjured leg carefully on the covers. I’m not sure which one of us has the worst curse. His with being a werewolf or me with him, I grumbled.

Did I forget to mention I have very good hearing? he called from the kitchen.

I sat up and stuck my tongue at the door. Then stop listening!

Your thoughts are very loud, he argued.

Then plug your ears! I jumped off the bed and threw on some clothes. It was a bit of a hassle considering one leg was partially mummified, but I got the job done just as there came a knock on the door.

Are you ready? he asked me. I limped to the entrance and swung open the door. He smiled at me and lifted the key chain for my car and gave it a little jingle. Your steed awaits, and I, your knight in shining armor, will attend to you.

I snorted and pushed past him. You have no idea how annoying you are, do you?

Not often. I do try to avoid people, he reminded me.

Sometimes I wish you would have- I paused when my eyes fell on a thick, whittled staff. It lay across the couch and was about five feet tall when standing on end. I limped over to it and picked it up. The wood was from a knotted branch. Swirls dotted the smooth, shimmering surface, and at the top was a fat, rounded knot. There were bits of gray glitter in the grains of the wood that glimmered in the sunlight. The staff would have made Gandalf proud. I glanced at Adam and held up the staff. Is this yours?

He smiled and shook his head. No, it’s yours.

I blinked at him. I don’t own a stick.

I figured you would need a stick to lean against and last night I whittled that for you, he explained.

I blushed and held it out to him. I-I couldn’t accept this. It must have taken you all night to get it this beautiful.

Yes, but my curse gives me a sort of extra battery so I need very little sleep. Besides, I’m not the one who needs a crux, and if you won’t allow me to be your staff then I insist on your using that, he told me.

I glanced down at the smooth, tan wood and brushed my hand over the surface. There wasn’t a sign of even a splinter. I set the tip on the ground, leaned on it, and limped forward. It was as sturdy as a rock, but almost as light as a feather. I turned to him and stuttered out a few words. I. . .I don’t know how to thank you.

A devilish smile slipped onto his lips and he moved to stand close beside me. A kiss would be more than adequate.

My eyes flickered around the