Book One in the award-winning Shifter Sisters series
One's a canine. One's a cat. And one's a vampire who hates the sight of blood. Together, they're the Shifter Sisters, a hard-rocking band of misfits who stand by each other when the chips are down -- no matter how much the fur might fly the rest of the time!
Luna, the band's drummer and a werewolf by birth, has a talent for hooking up with men who only let her down. But she never gives up hope, or her faith in romance, and when a sweet, sexy stranger catches her eye, Lu is convinced she's finally found the The One.
But how are you supposed to land the man of your dreams when you really do turn into a bitch at "that time of the month"? And can you ever find true love while hiding half of who you are?
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Reviews
A Recommended Read from Two Lips Reviews! "Sierra Dafoe has penned an absolute gem with this first book in her Shifter Sisters series."
5 Blue Ribbons! "[A] howling good read. Lu and Sean together blew up the pages! -- Romance Junkies
5 Angels! "Thanks go to Ms. Dafoe for writing such a fun story." -- Fallen Angel Reviews
"The sex is hot, the dialogue sarcastic and fun, and the romance enchanting." -- Romance Reviews Today
"Sex and the Single Werewolf is a great evening read and one I will bring out again..." -- Joyfully Reviewed
"All I can say is "WOW". You will not be able to put this book down." -- ParaNormal Romance
Shifter Sisters 1: Sex and the Single Werewolf M/F sensual romance
Publisher: Changeling
Format(s): eBook
Length: Novella Order eBook
Excerpt
Why in hell had she let Persia dress her? The front of this dress was scooped so low it was a wonder her tits didn't just tumble out on the table. And the damn garter belt kept twisting around her thighs -- how the hell did women wear these things?
Lu grimaced. She could still hear Persia's horrified shriek as she'd stripped. Then Persia had run for the Nair while Tori had grinned and asked, all innocence, if it was full moon again already?
Damn them anyway. She should have ripped them both a new asshole for looking so gleeful as they'd exfoliated and depilated, plucked and pruned and poufed... Now there was nothing to do but suffer through.
Not that she was suffering, exactly. Especially not when Sean slid around to her side of the booth and picked up her chopsticks. "Here. Like this," he said, curling her fingers around the smooth pieces of wood. His hands covering hers were warm and firm, callused on the tips from playing guitar, the muscles nicely built up from bridging chords and building boats and beating off...
Lu swore as another scoop of rice went tumbling back to her plate. Sean laughed. "They do have forks, you know." And before she could protest, he called the waitress over and got her plain old American silverware.
Even better, he stayed on the bench next to her, simply sliding his plate over to her side of the table. Then he fed her a bite of sushi, which was nothing at all like what she'd expected, and seemed to wake all her taste buds up at once. But as she bent toward him to take it, he recoiled slightly, and Lu felt her hopes crumble.
See? He really isn't interested in me, damn it!
"Sorry," she mumbled, and sat back abruptly, her shoulders hunching.
"No, it's not you. Well, it is, sort of..." His words trailed off, and Sean let out an exasperated breath -- directed not at her, Lu knew instinctively. At himself? "All right. Fine. Don't be offended, but..."
"But what?"
"It's your perfume. It's..."
"A little strong?"
Sean chuckled ruefully. "You could say that. You smell like a cat house."
"You have no idea," Lu murmured, "how right you are."
Sean glanced at her, puzzled, then reached for a napkin. "Here." He dipped it in his water glass. "Let me just..." Tilting Lu's head, he wiped down her neck.
Lu blushed, feeling the steady trickle of moisture between her thighs moving quickly toward flood status. Turning her chin, Sean attended to the other side of her neck, his face just inches from hers. His eyes captured her attention again -- cobalt blue, deep-water ocean blue. She could drown in those eyes, happily go under without a single whimper...
"Better?" she asked as he leaned forward, sniffing judiciously.
"Better," he agreed. "At least you smell a little more like you."
"Ha! Sticky and sweaty and..."
"Musky and earthy..." Sean grinned.
Damn! Why did he have to be so nice? So friendly? So utterly sexy? She was fucking going to kill Persia. And Tori.
Shoving her plate back, Lu rose abruptly.
"What? Lu, what's wrong?"
"Nothing. I... Nothing. Look, can we get out of here?"
"Sure, if you want." Lu watched, chewing her lip and clenching the silk throw that Tori had tossed around her shoulders as Sean paid the check. He held the door for her, which only made Lu grind her teeth harder.
Damn it, why had she let them talk her into this? It was like being on a diet with somebody waving chocolate bon-bons in your face -- it just wasn't fair! Sean was quiet as they walked from the restaurant -- offended, no doubt. She would be, too, if she were him. Jeez, here he was, just trying to be nice. Was it his fault she'd happily jump him right here on the sidewalk?
That thought, unfortunately, just made it worse. Now she couldn't stop thinking about what she'd like to do given half a chance. Wrap her hands around that thick, gorgeous cock. Rub it the way she'd watched him do till he'd groan, his balls aching with need... Would he pull her down on top of him? Shove that glorious shaft up into her? God! She'd ride him six ways to Sunday and back. Hell, in this dress she wouldn't even have to bother taking her clothes off, they could just...
Lu stopped short in the middle of the street and screamed, "Fuuuuuck!"
