NEW RELEASE by Cheyenne Meadows- Human Interaction Book 2
Shyanne McDaniel, a young widow and mother of two small boys, loses her heart to Meat, an exotic dancer and alpha liger shifter, but dating another species proves a challenge.
While trying to figure out how to deal with an alpha shifter that likes the word “obey” way too much for her liking, Shy juggles raising her twin sons, taking local college classes, dealing with an adoptive family that leans heavily toward odd, and her job. She finds herself working for a man called Cannibal and battling for Meat’s attention from a cover model shifter, all the while trying not to think too much about her gift prize threesome fantasy weekend, Meat’s nun fetish, and her penchant for finding trouble.
Finding love again is never easy, and doing so with an alpha shifter only makes for more challenges. Can they work out their differences and love one another for who they are?
I wiggled on Meat’s lap as he licked at the ticklish spot just behind my ear. The movements earned a groan from him and gave me a strong hint what his near future intentions were, if the large bump under my rear had anything to do with it.
A second later, Meat spun me halfway around, wrapping one arm behind my shoulders, while the other slipped under my knees. He stood swiftly and easily, cradling me as he strode away from the table.
“Don’t forget her spanking.” Ducian’s voice carried across the room. “She’s been anticipating it all afternoon.”
I gasped and looked up into my boyfriend’s face and immediately forgot the sassy comeback to the vampire’s reminder.
He looked intense. Deep blue eyes flashed, a growl resounded from his throat. His lips pulled back in an almost grimace, reminding me of the Wild Kingdom episode about lion matings. Meat carried the same facial expression as a male lion scenting a female right before he climbed on board for some serious species reproduction.
My belly somersaulted.
I had a strong suspicion Meat’s inner kitty prowled just under the human skin, snarling in demand for things his way. The biting used as punishment for not seeking his protection, the strong control, and the predatory attitude all shouted one thing. Feline displeasure.
Which meant I was about to get a quick lesson in female submission to an alpha male liger intent on staking his claim while proving his dominance once and for all.
I bit back a whimper of strong desire.