Status Updates From Boning His Mutt (Puppyville...

We werewolves can’t catch anything, although when knotted by their mate, male Omegas in our pack do get pregnant.

Oooooh, there is potential mpreg in this series?

“Fucking perfect,” Jaime breathes against my neck. I freeze. He probably can’t imagine what those words mean to me. Jerome always nitpicks. He keeps telling me to hit the gym. Go on a diet. But Jaime...he thinks I’m perfect.
What can I possibly say to a man who says he likes my flaws, who like me just the way I am?

I like this.

His hand snakes around my waist, easily tugging me close until he’s cradling me like a lover.
Our beasts practically lunge for each other, eager to be free from their prison of skin.

For a moment I honestly read breasts instead of beasts. Now, that would be a very different story..

He smiles, and flashes me the slight points of his canines. “Jaime Topps.”
The room suddenly feels hot, and the distance between us is an annoyance. My wolf’s whispering naughty, wicked thoughts in my head. I grip my beer hard to avoid putting my hands elsewhere. “Blue Barker.”

Wow, Jaime Topps and Blue Barker.

Sadly, we do get fat. Contrary to popular belief, not all of us are manly, mouth-watering specimens who instantly inherit six-pack abs and impressive pecs once we’re bitten. That’s why most shifters work out.

Yes, finally, a werewolf who’s not perfect!

And the BR continues...

That title guys..