Romance Warfare: a Tigress' Guide to NOT Secure a Mate: BBW Tiger Shape Shifter Paranormal Romance

by Lizzie Lynn Lee

  “Eva, let’s just celebrate with our family for now. Come on, let’s go get a bottle of champagne.” Adam pushed his chair back and reached for Eva. She pushed his hands away, still livid at his insistence they get married as soon as possible.

  “I don’t think there’s anything to celebrate right now, not if won’t agree to wait longer. Aren’t I worth it to you, Adam?” Eva spun and walked out the door. Adam was right on her heels, pleading with her to wait and talk to him.

  Dean dropped his head to the table and quietly banged his forehead against the wood.

  ***

  A couple of hours later, Adam and Eva had finally agreed to wait longer, but not as long as Eva had initially wanted. They were in the front room with her parents and Dean again, flutes of champagne raised in a toast to their upcoming nuptials.

  “You were pretty confident, hmm. Already had the champagne with you. What made you think I’d say yes?” Eva smiled prettily up at him and hugged his arm.

  “Well, I was either going to drink it in celebration or drown my sorrows with it. Either way, that bottle was getting popped tonight.”

  “Congratulations, you two.” Dean clunk his glass to Eva’s and took a deep sip. “I guess this means I’m next. Eva, you know any nice girls?”

  “Yeah, there’s a peachy little gal from the administrative office pool I think you’d like. Her name’s Andrea. She’s a doll,” Eva said deadpan, causing Adam to snicker.

  “Is she from Adam’s fan club? I’ll pass,” said Dean. “How’s your sister, Bella? How old is she now?”

  Their conversation was interrupted as Eva’s dad stepped forward before anymore bickering could break out between anyone else. He gave Adam a firm handshake. “We just want you to know, Mary and I, that we’re thrilled you’re going to be a part of the family. And that now, thanks to your marriage uniting our clans, our family will be even bigger. You have our warmest blessings, son. Take care of our little girl.”

  Eva’s mom pulled them both into a hug, kissing their cheeks, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “We’re just so happy for you both,” she trilled.

  “Mom…” Eva lead her mother to the side, hugging her and kissing at her cheeks. They stayed there, their heads bent together, murmuring with each other. Eva showed her the engagement ring and her mom oohed and aahed. Dean and Adam smiled at each other and sipped their champagne.

  Adam looked around the room and for the first time in years, felt like he was home. The room was full of people he truly cared about. He didn’t even mind Dean being there that night. I could even forgive him for his meddling, he thought. He could punch Dean some other time. He couldn’t wait to marry Eva. He thought he’d probably be able to talk her into cubs. Adam took another sip of champagne, letting the bubbles linger on his tongue, watching his beautiful fiancée with her parents. He knew his life was going to be wonderful. And complicated.

  ***

  An hour later, Dean had gone back to his hotel and Eva’s parents had gone up to bed, her mother pulling the double doors to the living room shut with a smile. Adam put a match to the logs piled in the fireplace and the flames cast a warm glow over the room, making it cozy. Eva curled up next to him on the sofa, her legs tucked under her, head on his shoulder. He brushed a kiss across the top of her head, her curls tickling at his nose.

  “Okay, Eva. We can wait. We’ll do it your way,” he said.

  She smiled up at him. “Shorter engagement, but wait a while on the cubs. I’m willing to compromise if it means getting you for the rest of my life.”

  “Deal. Should we shake on this?” he teased.

  Eva laughed and sat up, climbing over his lap, and settling her legs on either side of his waist. “I’ve got a deal for you, pal.” She brushed her lips over his face, trailing soft kisses across his forehead, fluttering over his eyelids and down his cheek before nibbling her way to his lips. She was soft and yielding under his hands when he slid them around her waist and pulled her against him, molding her body to his. Her fingers slipped into his hair and she deepened their kiss, easing her tongue against his. She tasted like champagne and sugar in his mouth and he moved to cup her head, cradling her against him. He felt his cock twitch as her full ass slid over his lap and he could tell she felt it, too. She pressed into him, grinding slowly on his lap. He nipped at her lips, tugging her head back by her curls, gazing deeply into her eyes.

  “What do you think you’re doing, love?” he asked huskily.

  “I think I’m about to fuck my mate,” she whispered against his ear.

  Her words sent a frisson of thrill down his spine.

  Her mate.

  He rumbled low in his throat, pulling her head back again and sinking his teeth into her neck. She gasped and arched into his touch.

  His mate.

  His wife.

  The thoughts were heady.

  He slipped his arms up her legs, sliding her skirt over her thighs, brushing against the silky fabric of her panties, smiling against her throat when he heard her breathing catch. His fingertips made slow circles over her satin-covered pussy and he felt the material moisten. He slipped his fingers over the elastic band, gliding over the soft triangle of trimmed hair, and worked his fingertips between the seam of heated flesh to capture her clit in his fingertips. She moaned in his ear now, pushing against his hand, trying create more friction as he slowly circled the tender button. He pushed lower, easing first one finger, then two, up into her aching core, feeling the nectar of her arousal coating his hand. He pushed deep, plunging into her pussy, feeling it clutch his fingers as he pulled them out before pushing in again. Pressing the palm of his hand against her throbbing clit, he built a rhythm, fucking her with his fingers, thrusting against her bud. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she rocked against his hand. He felt the tightening, knowing she was close. Moisture was puddling around his hand and seeping against his leg.

  Eva captured his lips, thrusting her tongue between his, murmuring and sighing against him. Adam bit at her nipples where they pressed against her blouse. She stilled, slumping against him, his hand still inside her wet panties, her mouth moving against his neck.

  Adam slid his hand out and licked his fingers. “That’s so fucking sexy,” Eva moaned, before reaching between them and flipping open the button of his pants. She pushed the fabric aside and reached in, wrapping her hand around his cock, squeezing the head. Adam pushed her grasping hands away and pushed her up slightly, hooking his fingers around the edge of her panties and pushing them to the side. He grasped the base of his cock and pressed upward, lining up with her dripping entrance. Her eyes were glittering down at him, hands clutching at his shoulders. One quick thrust and he was buried deep, sheathed inside her molten walls.

  “Adam, Adam,” she panted.

  He grasped her hips and pulled her down, listening to her moaning as her pussy stretched open for his thick cock. He held her by the waist and guided her as she moved up and down his shaft. Her juices were slick, coating his shaft. She continued to bounce and grind, rotating her hips against his. He felt a drawing low in his stomach and suddenly couldn’t contain himself anymore. He grabbed her tightly and pounded upward, thrusting violently into her. She met his every thrust with her own and he felt her walls clutch around his shaft.

  “Yes,” he gritted between his teeth, “now baby, now. Come on my cock.”

  Eva slammed against him one final time and he erupted inside her, her pussy milking him as she mewled his name. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him, burying his face against her breasts, his breath ragged. She stroked his hair away from his forehead and peppered kisses on his ear, finally resting her cheek against the top of his damp head.

  When they were both breathing normally, Adam stood, Eva still wrapped around him, and carried her up the stairs into the guest room. They collapsed onto the bed in a satisfied heap. Adam pulled the blankets over them and snuggled her into his chest. This was where he always wanted Eva.


  His Eva.

  Now and forever.

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  Lizzie Lynn Lee Bibliography

  Shunga Chronicles: Lady of the Snow

  Love in the Elevator

  Shunga Chronicles: Prince and the Assassin

  Payback

  Shunga Chronicles: Flight of the Heron

  Wicked Game

  Eve Aizawa: Eve of Seduction

  Busted

  Eve Aizawa: Deus Eve Machina

  Sexopalooza

  Switched

  Cyber Lover

  Jumping Bones

  The Wolf She Married

  Savannah’s Menage

  Charly’s Chocolate Factory with Celia Kyle

  Original Sin

  Lycan Wars 1: Instinct

  Claimed

  Hot-Blooded

  Fierce Heat with Celia Kyle

  Orient Fevre

  Gilded Cage

  Corporate Plaything

  Spirit World: Maison Plaisir

  To Bed A Goddess

  The Last Siren

  The Donor

  The Alien King and I

  Dangerous Curves: Wet

  Lions of the Serengeti: Jennifer’s Lion

  Lions of the Serengeti: Sarah’s Lion

  Bound to Me: Fever Lust

  Private Sessions

  Lions of the Serengeti: Caly’s Lion

  Faerykin

  Werebeasties

  Dragon Hunts

  Night of the Lions

  Chain of Lust

  Taken By a Nymph

  Maiden and the Lion

  Dominate Me with Noelle Ashford

  To Blackmail a Billionaire with Noelle Ashford

  Her Dragon Billionaire

  Kidnapped and Claimed

  Her Tiger Billionaire

  Raven’s Bride

  Her Lion Billionaire

  Bad Dick

  Naughty Librarian

  Lions of the Serengeti: Yazmina’s Lion

  Naughty Boys

  Scorched

  Tamed

  The Man with the Dragon Wings

  Tiger In Her Bed

  Hot Like Fire, Cold As Ice

  Animalistic

  My Boss is a Lion

  Fairy Godlover

  Wicked As He Comes

  Tiger Speed Dating

  Romance Warfare

  SPECIAL PREVIEW: TIGER SPEED DATING

  Santino wasn’t having any of it. His rugged hands pinned Claire by the shoulders and held her up against the wall, and then… and then…

  Wait, can hands be rugged or is calloused a much better fit?

  Argh!

  Abigail Collins tore her hands away from the keyboard and groaned in disbelief. Fuck, fuckety fuck. The flow wasn’t right. She’d rewritten the same scene at least five different times, and each time it came out just … wrong. The book was never going to be finished if she kept up like this, and she had deadlines to meet and fans to please.

  What was the matter with her? She never had writer’s block like this before. Plot bunnies and colorful characters in her mind always burst their way out easily onto paper like a broken dam. It was annoying that now she had brain constipation.

  With a desperate sigh, Abby leaned back in her chair and stared at the old wooden ceiling overhead. Water damage had discolored the planks years ago, and she remembered staring at the same dark splotches during her childhood. She had the desk and chair in the same spot. The only difference back then was that she doodled and wrote for fun. She had a fertile imagination even as a child, especially curious about sex and what went on behind closed doors at night. She wrote her own story and illustrated it as an outlet and never showed it to anybody. Not even to her grandpa. That would be too embarrassing. She was often consumed in her own world to escape reality, daydreaming about princes who swept princesses off their feet, rogue pirates with tender hearts, brave knights who fought dragons to save their damsels in distress. She lived in a fantasy realm where unicorns shot rainbow lasers from their asses and everybody lived happily ever after.

  But now she couldn’t run away from her problems anymore. She wasn’t the little kid she used to be, carefree and unaffected by the world and its expectations. Coming out to the old family cabin in Cub’s Cove had been a good idea, but a change of scenery wasn’t going to cure her of her woes.

  And it certainly wasn’t going to cure her of her heartache.

  How was she supposed to write a romance novel when her own love life was in shambles?

  Claire’s back hit the wall, but Santino cradled her head with his palm before she made contact. Their noses were close. The touch of Santino’s hand was …

  Wait, why noses? Would faces be a better fit in this situation?

  Useless, useless. Abby scrunched up her nose and shook her head. It wasn’t working, and it wasn’t going to work until she fixed the three-month ache in her chest.

  Santino … Uhm …

  Santino kissed Claire’s soft lips. Nah, too predictable.

  Santino caressed Claire’s neck and down to the valley of her breasts. Ugh. Santino’s kind of a pervert.

  Santino chocked on gum he was chewing and couldn’t breathe.

  Santino accidentally stepped on a banana peel, lost his balance and crashed onto the floor spectacularly.

  San—

  The knock at the front door startled her, and Abby jumped up from her chair with a gasp. Since her grandfather had died, the cabin in Cub’s Cove was empty most of the time. No one should have known she was there. She’d only come to try to break herself out of her funk, after all.

  Abby crept over to her window and peered down. Her bedroom windows faced the front of the house, giving her a clear view of the front door below.

  Even from above, Abby recognized the two women waiting for her to answer.

  “Oh my God.” Abby’s fingers tightened at the sill, and then she pushed back from the windows and grinned. “No way!”

  In seconds, she was out of her old, dusty bedroom and on her way down the stairs. Abby opened the front door right in time to catch Tiffany with her fist raised and ready to knock again.

  “Tiffany!” Abby squealed. She grinned from ear to ear. “Carmen!”

  Tiffany hitched one of her perfectly plucked eyebrows and shot Abby a look. “Seriously? You’re still in your pajamas at this time of day?”

  Abby opened her mouth to reply, but found no words. Instead, she looked down at herself. There was no way she could argue that the pink pajamas with white polka dots and the cute, baggy, graphic T-shirt she wore were street clothes.

  “I, um, well…”

  It was after two in the afternoon, and while she hadn’t been expecting company, she knew that she had no reason not to be dressed. Working from home meant that she could stay in her pajamas all day if she wanted, but Abby was usually more in charge of her life than that. The breakup had done more than affect her writing. What was the point of getting dolled up if nobody appreciated it anyway?

  “Good thing we’re here to st
age an intervention.” Carmen laughed, and the two of them flounced through the door and entered the house like they owned the place.

  In some small way, Abby thought, they kind of did.

  Tiffany and Carmen had been her best friends all through childhood. Every summer, when Abby and her brother had come to Cub’s Cove to spend their vacation with their grandfather, Tiffany and Carmen were waiting for her arrival. The three of them spent their time exploring the woods and wandering the town, talking about boys and laughing about the stuff only best friends found funny. With all of the in-jokes they’d made over the years, Abby was pretty sure that they could have entire conversations in a code that no one would understand.

  “Intervention?” Abby closed the door and turned to face them. Tiffany had her hands on her hips, and Carmen was laughing coquettishly. “What do you mean, intervention?”

  “Oh, you know. Three months with no call after you break up with Tyler, and then we spot your car out front of the house? Yeah, we know you’re still not over that scumbag. So we’re here to help you out of your rut,” said Tiffany. She narrowed her eyes critically and looked Abby over again. “Good thing, too, if you’re still in your pajamas at two in the afternoon.”

  “We’re going to get you fixed up, girl,” Carmen promised with a wink.

  Both of her friends looked beautiful. It had been years since Abby had come back to Cub’s Cove, but Tiffany and Carmen looked no worse for it. Skinny, tall, and fashionable, they were everything Abby wasn’t. Never had her weight bothered her before, but after what Tyler had done…

  Standing there beside Tiffany and Carmen, she felt inferior. Hopeless.

  For as much as Abby wrote about timeless, heart-stopping romance, it felt like she’d never experience one. Girls like her were never swept off their feet by gallant, handsome princes. But girls like Tiffany and Carmen?

  And her old best friend, Kate? Even snakes like Kate got their happy endings. That snake was the one who snatched Tyler behind her back.

  “So, first things first,” Tiffany said brightly. “You need some light.”

  “Mm hm.” Carmen had already moved to the window. Abby had all the curtains drawn. “Here’s some sunshine to brighten your mood!”

  With a dramatic tug, Carmen yanked the curtains open and light streamed through. Abby shielded her face with her arms and recoiled with a hiss. “The light! It burns. It buuurns!”