Asher was everything I wanted. Smart. Kind. Sexy as hell. And just wild enough to keep my interest.
The only problem was he was married to my best friend. I never wanted to be a homewrecker, so I stayed away. Until the day I caught his wife with another man.
I wasn’t going to miss my chance again.
When I told Asher what I’d seen, he had his own confession to make.
He wasn’t just a bartender with a sad story. He was something. . . other. And after years of hiding his nature, he was ready to claim his real mate.
Me.
WARNING: WARNING: This 7,100+ word story contains graphic language and wild shifter pleasure. Intended for MATURE AUDIENCES 18+ only!
EXCERPT: “I don’t understand.”
Asher sighed. “I guess the only thing I can really do is show you. You’ll never really believe it otherwise.”
An instant later Asher just. . . wasn't there. Instead, he was replaced with a large tawny colored bear that filled the hallway and watched me with strangely soft eyes.
“Asher?” I asked, standing up tentatively and taking a step closer to him. My mind was whirling a thousand miles a minute as I ticked off every unexplained behavior I’d witnessed in the years of knowing Asher.
I should have been afraid, but deep in Asher's eyes, he looked almost fearful. And if he was going to eat me, well he'd already had plenty of chances. . .