Roar Lover Roar: BBW Shape Shifter Mail Order Bride Romance & Paranormal Erotica Part 1 (Shifter Mail-Order Romance)

by Jessica Bristol

  ROAR LOVER ROAR

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  CHAPTER 1

  Ameera took another sip of red wine, trying to ignore the slight tremble in her hand. The phone in her lap lit up and buzzed.

  DON’T DO THIS! THERE’S STILL TIME!!!

  It was Sasha. They had been best friends since pre- school. They told each other everything, and when Ameera told Sasha about her idea to register for a Mail-Order Bride, she royally flipped. But Ameera was so tired of searching. Tired of college guys groping her after just one date. Tired of waiting for an approval. When her old roommate first told her about the Mail-Order Bride site, she was appalled. But then she met Rohan, Cindy’s new husband, and started rethinking it.

  Rohan was an old fashioned man. One that opened doors, picked up the check, even brought bouquets of flowers home for Cindy at random. Plus his looks weren’t too bad either. Not bad at all, really. He kept his dark hair shaggy, always falling in his emerald green eyes. His muscular arms were covered in dark, elaborate tattoos. Ones that spoke of mystery and enchantment of a world unknown.

  After her last date ended in utter disaster, Ameera decided that it was worth giving it a shot. That was over six weeks ago. Now here she was, meeting her husband-to-be in the bar of her hotel. All she knew was that his name was Marcus, and he had paid to fly her first class to Sydney, Australia, and put her up in a suite in the Westin Hotel. As a junior in college who worked her way through school, Ameera was not used to this type of luxury. She had to admit though, a girl could get used to this.

  She went to take another sip of wine and found her glass was empty. Sitting the glass down on the bar, she ordered another one and ran a hand through her chocolate brown curls. The clock above the bar read 8:08 p.m. He was late. Realizing she hadn’t eaten in hours, she picked at the bowl of peanuts, trying to ease both her hunger and nerves.

  “Ameera?”

  She turned to her left to find the owner of the deep Australian accented voice, and her draw dropped. In front of her stood the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen. At 5’8”, Ameera was a tall woman. But this guy was at least three inches taller than her, even in her heels. He had a five o’ clock shadow that ran along his strong jaw, highlighting his unusual eyes. He was heterochromatic: with the left eye green, and the right eye a bight hazel, almost gold. His muscular build was clad in a white button up shirt and dusty jeans. Realizing she had yet to say anything, she stammered out a hello.

  “Hey! I mean hi, yes. That’s me. Are you Marcus?” She forgot that she had her heels resting on the low rung of her bar stool, and when she got up to shake his hand, fell unceremoniously towards him. Luckily for her, his aim was impeccable, preventing a fall that could have very well broken her nose.

  “Well that was embarrassing!” She admonished after he had escorted her to more private table.

  Marcus chuckled as he pulled out her chair for her. “I wouldn’t worry about it. It actually felt good to feel like a hero right off the bat.”

  Ameera really liked his smile. It was wide and natural, showing off his white teeth and surprisingly sharp looking canines.

  “Are you hungry? Shall we order something to eat?” He asked, gesturing over a waiter.

  Quickly scanning the menu, Ameera found what she wanted and ordered.

  “I’ll have the filet mignon, please. Rare, with shitake mushrooms and the red wine sauce.”

  Marcus raised his eyebrows, impressed. “I’ll have the same with a bottle of Malbec, and can we get a bowl of raw oysters for the table, please?”

  Once the waiter was gone, they fell into conversation. Ameera found it very easy to talk to Marcus, and was surprised how truthfully and quickly she was answering all of his questions.

  “So now you know why I signed up for the site,” Ameera stated as the waiter returned with their order. “Now I’m curious as to why you did.”

  The waiter hovered, patiently waiting for them to approve the steak. Cutting into it, Ameera found it a perfect dark red. They both gave him the nod of approval and he scuttled away, allowing them to return to the conversation.

  Marcus savored the first bite of his steak before he answered.

  “Well to be honest, I don’t have very good luck with women. For some reason I draw in these spiteful, power hungry Sheila’s who just want to be with me for the title of it.”

  A puzzled look drifted over Ameera’s face. She had watched enough television to know that Sheila was Aussie for female, but that’s not what caught her attention. “The title of it? What does that mean exactly?”

  Marcus gave her a sheepish grin, took a sip of wine, and contemplated before answering.

  “I’m a CEO of the largest solar energy company down here. My partner, Jeremy, and I started the company ourselves ten years ago, when the industry was just taking off. Now we are the largest supplier of jobs and energy in Sydney.”

  Well then. That would explain why he could afford a first class plane ticket on a seventeen- hour flight. For the first time, she looked at him suspiciously.

  “Why did you choose me? Why was I so different?”

  His smile softened, growing more serious. “Because, Ameera. Your profile was different from any other I had come across, whether it be from the Internet or face- to -face interaction. You have a genuine, down to earth soul. One that wants to help the world, not just feed off of it. That is something that is very important to me.”

  Ameera was silent, taking his answer in. No one had ever described her that way, though that’s exactly how she felt about herself. She wanted to leave something great behind for the earth, not just take from it. The fact that he actually saw that about her just from her portfolio made her like him even more.

  Looking up to meet his eyes, she smiled. “Thank you. That was both eloquently and accurately put.”

  He smiled back, his fierce eyes dancing in the candlelight. “It’s my pleasure. You also know how to use big words, which I find particularly sexy.”

  This time Ameera laughed out right, not even bothering to hide her small chortle. They spent the rest of the dinner discussing favorite foods, flowers, activities, and books. By the time desert came, a chocolate soufflé with raspberry brandy sauce, they had come to know each other quite well.

  “So, now that we’ve got to know each other a little better, I want to you offer one last chance to walk away. If you’ve decided that this is not what you want, I’ll give you the opportunity, and the plane ticket, to go back home.”

  The offer was more than generous, Ameera knew that. It was actually a breech of contract with the website. A bride-to-be may turn down her betrothed, but they were by no means allowed to ask for any forms of payment to return to their lives should the match not be a fit. Knowing that, Ameera saw Marcus as an extremely generous, and understanding man. Grinning, she gave him her answer.

  “I would be very happy to accept your offer to be your wife.”
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br />   Marcus’ eyes lit up, if possible, more than before. It was as if light was pouring from them. His smile was wide with happiness and relief.

  “Then, my Darling Bride-To-Be, I think you will be needing this.” Marcus rose from his seat only to kneel next to hers. Out of his pocket he pulled a velvet blue box. He opened it, showing her the bright blue sapphire nestled among small diamonds on a white gold band.

  “I wanted to get you something as unique as you are. Do you like it?”

  “I love it! May I try it on?” Her hands shook as he pulled the ring gently from its box and slid it onto her finger; a perfect fit.

  “It’s so beautiful,” she breathed, “how did you know that sapphires were my favorite?”

  “Intuition, I suppose.” Standing up, he pulled her into his arms. “I’m going to kiss you now,” he warned.

  “Oh, yes,” she consented, “please.”

  His arms felt good around her. More than good, actually. They felt right. And as his lips embraced hers in their first kiss, a smoldering heat travelled from her lips all the way down to the apex of her legs, making grow warm and wet.

  “Wow,” she moaned, when they finally broke the kiss.

  “I’ll second that,” Marcus responded, still holding on to her tightly. “Perhaps we should retire to your room?”

  Ameera gave a quick nod, gathering herself. She could still taste him on her lips and her want for him was only growing. As they were about to leave, Marcus halted, looking over at the main door. His brow furrowed, concern etching his face.

  “What’s wrong?” She asked, following his gaze. Another man with skin the color of coffee, a shaved head, and black eyes was staring at them intently.

  Marcus shook his head. “Nothing, Luv. But you should head up to your room without me. I’ll be up soon.”

  She opened her mouth to ask him why, but the look on his face stopped her. She squeezed his hand and gave him a single nod before heading towards the elevators.

  CHAPTER 2

  Marcus waited until he saw the elevator doors close before he strode across the foyer to the dark stranger.

  “What the hell are you doing here, William? You know the rules.” His tone was dark, full of power and leadership.

  “My apologies, Marcus. But the pride was concerned. As our leader you know the rules better than anyone. If you imprint on a female, she must be approved by the entire pack before you bring her in.” William’s voice was deep, much deeper than Marcus’.

  “I know the rules,” Marcus growled, brushing past him to take the conversation outside. “When and how I pick my mate is of no business of yours or the pack’s!”

  “But it is,” William objected. “She must be able to carry our kind. Does she have the ability?”

  “Stand down!” He warned. Marcus could feel his fangs and claws growing as he struggled with his temper. As the clan leader of his kind, he knew how important it was to find his mate. Not just for himself, but for the good of the entire pack. No one had been able to successfully imprint on a female in years, leaving him with a lot of angry, sexually frustrated lions. For his kind it was about more than just sex. It was about preserving the pride. Not letting it die out. And they were coming dangerously close. That’s why he had broadened his search for his female, scouring the Internet for women who could possibly hold the magical ability to give birth to their kind. It took him months before he finally found Ameera.

  Not only could she bear their kind, but she could rule them. She had a loving spirit, full of strength and vigor. Though she was young, she had grown up as the oldest of seven brothers and sisters. She knew how to take care of people, how to teach them to be their best. Her mother and father were kind, but didn’t have much time to give her because of their big family. She had no choice to but to grow up independent, to able to care not only for herself, but for others as well.

  Thanks to some friends in high places, he was able to get a hold of her family genealogy, tracing her lineage back to its deepest and darkest secrets. She was everything that Marcus had hoped for. They had only just met, but he already felt protective of her.

  “Stay away for now,” Marcus warned through his fangs. “I will bring her to the pride when she is ready.”

  Fighting with himself, he was finally able to calm down. His fangs and claws withdrew, slowly contorting him back to human form.

  “We will keep our distance, Marcus,” William agreed, “but we will be in the shadows. The clan is too restless to sit idly by and wait. If the Tiger’s find out we have found a female, they’ll try to take her.”

  Marcus drew in a deep breath to argue but found he couldn’t. If places were switched he would be doing the exact same thing.

  “Please, brother,” he asked in softer voice, reaching his hand out to rest it on William’s shoulder. “Help me keep her safe.”

  William nodded. “Now go to her. I will report back to the pride.”

  Marcus watched as William turned his back and shed his human form, fully transitioning from man to lion. He looked down the alley that they had used for privacy and saw they were still alone.

  “Go,” he whispered. The hotel sat away from the city, on the edges of wilderness. The alley would lead William straight into the tall grass. Lion’s weren’t native to Australia, but the plains were vast and hardly touched by man. Urban legends existed of giant cats, but no one had yet gathered proof that Marcus’ pride was here. His grandfather had moved them there for safety over fifty years ago, separating them from the other prides back in Africa. Though it was a smart move for their safety, it had turned out to be detrimental for their breed. There were very few females that carried shifter blood in Australia, putting them at a disadvantage. His grandfather and father had always seemed to find luck despite that. But now over eight years had gone by since a female was found, and his pride was getting restless. He didn’t want to think of that now. Instead, he took a few deep breaths and turned his thoughts back to Ameera.

  The door man smiled politely at him as he approached the door. “Welcome back, sir. Do be careful when out for a stroll. There are wild animals out there.”

  Marcus nodded his head, smiling devilishly.

  CHAPTER 3

  Ameera paced back and forth across her suite, her heels clicking softly on the marble floor. Marcus had been gone almost twenty minutes, and she was starting to get worried. At first, she took the time to freshen up. She touched up her black cat eyeliner, gargled some mouthwash, and tugged this way and that at her short, crimson red cocktail dress. When Cindy had first put it in her suitcase she yanked it out right away.

  “I can’t wear this!” she exclaimed. “Where is it going to cover anything? I’m not small like you.”

  Cindy tossed her a sympathetic glance. “No, you’re not small. But little mama, you have amazing curves. Curves that should be celebrated, not hidden.”

  “Hey, don’t give me that,” Ameera countered. “I wear shorts. I wear tank tops. I’m not ashamed of how I look, okay? The dress just isn’t my style.” And it really wasn’t. Any day that was warmer than sixty degrees Ameera would be in her bohemian chic. Long skirts, flowy dresses, peasant tops, and bare feet anywhere that would allow it. The dress that Cindy gave her was anything but bohemian. It had capped sleeves and a low scoop neckline. The fabric hung at her knees if she stood perfectly still. But any movement would send it hiking high up on her thigh. Regardless, she tried it on, and was pleasantly surprised. The buttery fabric melded to her curves, accentuating them. The darkness of the red deepened her skin tone, making her look sun kissed and exotic. She had to admit, she really did like the way she looked in the dress.

  A knock resounded from her door, bringing her out of her thoughts. Smiling, she walked briskly back to foyer to open it. Outside stood Marcus. His eyes were still bright, holding a hunger meant only for her. Just looking at him made her nipples harden under the confines of her push up bra.

  “May I come in?” he asked, ever the gentleman.<
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  “Oh! Of course, yes. Please.” She moved to the side, allowing him access. He stepped into the room, holding her gaze. His hands reached out to her waist and she willingly stepped into his reach.

  “I’m sorry to have kept you waiting so long,” he apologized. He kicked the door shut behind him, moving his hand from her only to secure the lock.

  “Is everything alright?”

  He moved his hand back to her, slowly walking her backwards into the room.

  “Yes. An associate of mine just had a few concerns that needed ironing out. Did he scare you?”

  Ameera shook her head, placing her hands on his chest. “No. Not really. I know that it’s going to sound strange, given we just met and all, but I feel protected with you.” She blushed, realizing how silly she must sound. “I feel like this is where I’m supposed to be,” she admitted softly.

  Her words touched him, knowing they were true. When a shifter finds their mate, it’s physically impossible to lie to them. He knew she was his mate the moment he found her profile on the site. At that moment, love for her slammed into his body like a sledgehammer, cracking the ice he had packed around his heart.

  His fingers wound softly around her chin, tilting her mouth up to his. “That’s because you are where you are supposed to be, Luv.” He crushed his lips down on hers, kissing her until they both became breathless.

  ~

  Marcus’ kisses were making her so dizzy, that even after he lifted his lips from hers, she still had to lean on him for support.

  He chuckled, kissing the top of her head. “Are you alright?”

  “Mmm,” she nodded, “It’s just no one has ever kissed me the way you do.”

  “Hmm. I like that. I like that a lot.”

  She laughed, stepping backwards. “Well good, because it’s the truth.” Pausing, she looked around the room, not sure what to do next. She had been so busy waiting for him to get to the room that she completely forgot that something was inevitably going to happen once he got there. “So, now what?”