“No, Agnes, but there is a problem in Draycott in regards to Randal, so I am remaking his image.”
Agnes smiled, “He mentioned you were quite the bulldog for an otter.”
“We all have our talents. Mine is to get things done in the way I wish them to be. I inherited it from my mother.” She snorted.
Randal finally broke from conversation with Roger Forester and appeared at her side. “Isn’t she everything I mentioned?”
“And quite a bit more. So, when is your engagement party? If you are going human, I am guessing you are going all the way.”
Augusta handed a business card over to Agnes with her mother’s information on it. “Skip the middleman. My mother will be delighted to discuss it for hours, I am sure.”
Agnes grinned and got to her feet. She towered over Augusta, but all the Foresters did. “Welcome to the family, daughter.”
The hug was warm and comforting, but the scent of beaver brought memories of the lake roaring back. Randal pried his mother off and made their excuses.
Moments later, they were on the way home.
Her heart was pounding, and she was very confused. “What the hell was that?”
“My mother is a fertility focus. Her hug was meant to bring on the grandkids. Are you all right?” He looked at her with concern.
She controlled her breathing right until he turned off the engine and helped her out of the car. She pounced on him and rocked against him across the hood of his car.
“I am guessing that she works well, but I could have used a heads up. I don’t want to be racing Rayna to code green.”
He blinked as she loosened their clothing just enough to bring their bodies together. “You know, Augusta?”
“What?”
“We are going to have to try this in a bed sometime, start to finish.”
She laughed and threw her hair back, rocking on top of him until he growled and gripped her hips. For the ferocity of her attack, they should indeed make the largest otter on record or the most delicate beaver. Only time would tell, but it’s nearest cousin would be a spotted horse or a cat with a mane. It would be in good company.
Author’s Note
This book is dedicated to the hard-working male strippers at the Hustler Mansion in Las Vegas. They know who they are…and so do I. I have photos.
Only one Crossroads book left this year, and December 1 at eXtasy Books, Christmas Goose will be out for all to read.
Being a goose shifter is bad enough, but the holidays are horrible. All she wants is a family, a life different from the solitude she has known and a stork with a penchant for tattoos.
She can find it all at the Crossroads.
About the Author
Zenina Masters was born in Canada and lives in Canada. She has a regular job and does nothing particularly exciting with her life. She enjoys fishing, silence and the ability to pick and choose friends she can trust. Life is too short to watch your back all the time.
Her writing life is a teeny bit of escapism, she would probably chicken out if confronted by three naked men and looks forward to one day finding out.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Author’s Note
About the Author
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