ROMANCE: Time of the Werebears (Scottish Historical Time Travel Shifter Romance) (Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance)
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I sighed and sat up. “No. Don’t go. I’ll come to terms with it. I want you to stay with me.” I placed his hand over my still flat belly. “Our babies need you. I’m shaken, but that doesn’t change the way I feel about you, Walker.”
He freed his hand and slid his arm around my waist, pulling me to the edge of the cushions. “Oh? And how do you feel about me?”
I leaned in almost close enough for our lips to brush. “I need you, Walker. I can’t imagine my life without you.” I was dangerously close to uttering the L-word, but had to proceed with caution. The goal was to keep him around, not to run him off.
Walker stroked my face and grasped my neck. “I love you, Lyla. I’ll give you all the time you need to get used to my life, but I have to have you as a part of it.”
I was elated to hear those words. “Say it again.” I whispered.
“I love you, Lyla.”
I lost myself and kissed him with all of the passion and love I had coursing through my body. This tough, strange, and special man loved me. He came out of nowhere and the one-night stand he was supposed to be was stretching into forever. It would take time to get used to the wolfy thing, but I loved him and in time would not only come to accept it, but embrace it as well.
THE END RETURN TO TOC
ComeShift Series: Nicholas
That son of a bitch! After five long years of busting my hump for his stupid ad agency, he fired me with nothing more than a “good luck in all your future endeavors” letter. The walk of shame through the halls of the office was the most painful one I’ve ever had to make. I kept my head up, but I could feel every pair of eyes glued to me as I marched my way out the door with my chin in the air. Crying would have to be saved for later.
Getting fired was just the cherry on the shit sundae that was my week. I guess that’s what I get for telling my boss I didn’t want to be his undercover sex toy anymore. After nearly a year of secret rendezvous and lunch break trysts, I had grown to have feelings for the selfish bastard. I wanted commitment, he danced around the issue, and I pulled the plug.
Shortly after our commitment conversation, I had come to the realization that I had just enough dignity and self-respect left to understand that I needed and deserved better than some lecherous chubby-chaser. That was on Friday. Here it was, Monday, and I was no longer welcome at the ad agency of Johnson, Decker, and Fuller.
Deep down I knew that I was better off. Both the position and the man were painfully toxic, and had been corroding my sanity for years. I was going to take a week, decompress, and throw myself a pity party before launching into a job search that would hopefully, be very brief.
I lived in Chicago. You couldn’t throw a rock in this town without hitting an ad building or an exec glued to his phone. The market was competitive here, but I wasn’t afraid to slide down the ladder for a little while if it meant that I’d have bigger opportunities later.
I got halfway to the parking garage when my phone vibrated in my pocket. A photo of me and my best friend, Mia popped up on my screen. “Hello?”
“Nicole, tell me you don’t have plans tonight.”
“Seriously, I don’t have plans tonight. Why?”
“Get yourself sexied up because tonight because Bear Knuckle Brawlers is playing downtown, and I have an extra ticket.”
A night out with my favorite girl catching an amazing local band sounded tempting, but the warning signal went off in my head reminding me that I was now unemployed and shouldn’t be spending anything. “That sounds like so much fun, Mia, but I’m going to have to pass. I just got let go today, and I need to be careful with my money until I can find something else.”
“You got fired? I thought you just found out you were in line for a promotion.”
Way to rub salt in the wound. “I was. I blew it when I told Anthony I didn’t want to play anymore unless he committed. He saw my call, and raised me my salary. The best part of the whole thing is, he could have called to tell me over the weekend, but instead he waited until I already sat through our stupid Monday meeting to drop the ax.” Ugh, that thought depressed me even more.
“So come out anyway. You don’t have to buy a ticket and chances are, if you turn on the charm, you won’t have to buy your own drinks either. Please come out with me? Please, please, please?”
I could practically hear her pouting through the phone. She did have a point though. Even if I ended up buying myself one beer, going out with Mia tonight wouldn’t break me. “Okay. I’ll come along. What time is the show?”
“Yay! The doors open at eight, and the band goes on at nine. I think you’ll have a really good time tonight, and by the sound of your day today, you need to blow off some steam.”
“Boy do I! There’s a part of me that thought about suing for wrongful termination, but the agency is lawyered to the rafters. I wouldn’t stand a chance against them in court.”
“I’d still look into it. Even if you don’t personally get anything out of it, you could still get a lot of attention on the firm and the situation in general. Who knows, by speaking up you might help give other women in a similar situation the power to speak up and change a few things.”
Every now and then, Mia would find a point so profound that it would throw me completely for a loop. “You’re right. I’ll consider it. Thanks. See you around seven-thirty?”
“Yup. And don’t be tardy bitch! Later.”
And with that sign off, she went right back to normal.
After unlocking my car and tossing my box in the backseat, I sat behind the wheel staring off into outer space. I didn’t want to contemplate my next move, but I knew that I would have to. I had enough in savings to get me through the next five months; six if I committed myself to eating rice and beans for the entire time. That might not be such a bad idea. It’s not like I couldn’t stand to lose a few pounds.
With a sigh of frustration, I turned the key and backed out of my parking spot. For now I’d have to file all that away into the Scarlett O’Hara part of my brain that would handle it tomorrow.
“Nicole! I’m over here!” The only part of Mia I could see was her well-decorated hand waving around over everybody’s heads. The woman dressed like a gypsy when we went out, and tonight was no exception. Her wrists jingled from the stack of bangles she wore and she was wearing a hair accessory that was part headband and part chain that lay down the part of her straight black hair and around her head. She had a distinctive look and I had to admit, it suited her well. Of course she had that to-die-for olive complexion too.
When I caught up to her, Mia hugged me tight. “I am so sorry about your job. That prick had no right to fire you. You’re better than that.”
We broke apart before I answered. “Thank you. The blow still stings, but it’s nothing a cocktail can’t take care of.”
We chatted about nothing in particular as the line inched closer to the door, but Mia kept taking out her phone and texting while we talked. After a while, it got annoying. “Who are you talking to?”
“I’m sorry, Nicole. I’m just a little nervous. I have a guy coming to meet us here in a bit and he is molten lava hot. Like, the kind of hot that you thought only existed in Photoshop. I was keeping him updated on the line.”
“You met a guy? Where? And when did this happen?” Mia’s admission hurt a little. Not only did I think we were having a girls night, but we talked everyday, and she never once mentioned a man to me.
“I met him last month on this dating app called ComeShift. We’ve been out a few times and he’s very different than anyone else I’ve dated.”
He’s different. Sure. “Mia, you say that about every dude you meet and no offense, but they all were pretty much the same person.”
She stuck her tongue out at me. “I know I’ve said that very thing before, but I’m serious this time. He’s not quite human.”
“Not human? What does that mean?”
“I mean, he’s human, but he’s not human-human. You know?”
“Fine. ComeShift is a dating app for those who want to meet shifters. You know, people who can change their form at will. Have you ever been with one, Nicole?”
I understood the words she was saying, but my brain still couldn’t rationalize the information. “Like a shapeshifter? I’m not sure. I never thought to ask because then I’d look like a crazy person!”
Mia grinned. “So says you. Don’t knock it ‘til you try it, honey. Since the first time Jason and I boned I haven’t been able to keep my hands off of him. He’s the best I’ve ever had and I’ll never go back to a full-blooded human.”
“You’re fucking with me aren’t you?” She had to be. There was no such thing as shape shifters. She seemed so sure though and I couldn’t tell if maybe she did know something I didn’t.
Her face grew serious. “Nicole, I’m not kidding. There are people out there that look just like us, but have evolved so far beyond where we are that I’m not surprised you don’t believe. Jason will be here in about ten minutes and you’ll see for yourself. I think you should give the app a shot and see what happens. I promise you that you at least won’t be disappointed in the sack.”
Wow! So Mia was telling the truth. “Is Jason the first one you’ve been with?”
“Nope. I had a one-night stand with a bear shifter before I met Jason. The bear-shifter was the one that got me hooked on the supernatural.”
Okay, she convinced me to at least look into it. I whipped out my phone and downloaded the app right away. I was intrigued at the idea of meeting someone who was that different from me and I wondered if the extra ability would make them different in terms of personality too. All the straight up human men I’ve dated were assholes and users so what’s the worst that could happen?
Chapter 2
The bar was packed and the concert ended up being standing room only. After Mia’s little bombshell I couldn’t help but examine every single face I saw. Were any of these people shifters like Jason?
Jason looked perfectly normal. Granted, he was a little more Abercrombie model than your average dude, but nothing about him screamed that he was anything different than what the world could see.
I wanted to ask him a million and one questions, but how to do that without being rude? What was the social protocol on handling preternatural relations? If I had anxiety just thinking about it, then what would happen to me when I attempted to get between the sheets with one.
The whole notion should be incredibly stupid to me, but it wasn’t. Seeing how well Mia and Jason went together may be think that maybe trying something new would be good for me. Lord knew what I’d been doing was so not working for me.
“Are you having fun?” Mia shouted over the music.
“I am. I’ve heard so much about these guys around town and they do live up to the hype. I am glad you talked me in to coming out tonight. I needed this.”
Mia rubbed my arm. The smile she flashed me was one of sympathy not joy. She knows how long I’ve been struggling emotionally even though I tried not to talk about things too much.
Mia nodded at the stage. “Did you check out the bass player?”
I had been so preoccupied and in my own head that, while I’d heard the music, I paid virtually no attention to the band.
She pointed to the musician at the far left of the stage. “Check him out. He’s a hottie.”
And he stood out. The music bordered on heavy metal and the band certainly looked the part, except for their bass player. Every man on that stage had long hair, a long beard, or both. The man Mia pointed out to me was practically clean cut to the rest of his band. His dark hair was close cropped and tousled, He was taller and leaner than the others, but still had the strong, wiry arms of a guitar player. What drew my gaze was his unusually full mouth framed by the perfect amount of five o’clock shadow. It’s not everyday you see a guy with a mouth that begs to be kissed.
“He’s a good looking guy, Mia. A little musical eye candy is always nice.”
“You should try to meet him.” Mia suggested.
“Yeah, okay.” Guys with instruments didn’t go for girls like me. They went for the willowy, model-type groupies. Not a chubby girl with “a great personality.” Or so I’ve been told.
But he kept looking over in our direction. Maybe I was wrong.
Bear Knuckle Brawlers did not disappoint. Their set lasted until midnight, but Mia wanted to continue the party at another bar. After the second encore the effects of my day had finally slammed down on my shoulders. I was exhausted.
Leaving the bar, Mia was vibrating with excitement. “That was so good! I’m so amped right now I won’t be able to sleep. Let’s go do the after party!”
“You guys go have fun without me. I’m beat.”
“Awe, come on! Don’t poop out on me now. You don’t come out with me anymore.” Mia whined. She put on her best sad puppy face, but I wasn’t biting. I needed to get home ASAP.
“You’ve got Jason with you,” I checked to make sure he was out of earshot, “and wouldn’t you like to, you know.” I said with a wink.
Mia glanced over her shoulder at the blond hunk that was her date. He was chatting up one of the roadies. Judging by all the laughing and carrying on, I assumed they knew each other.
“Okay. You twisted my arm. Sleep tight, Nicole.” I got a hug and a kiss on the cheek before she scampered off to her date.
I called a car service to take me home and while I waited, went ahead and browsed ComeShift. And I wasn’t disappointed. Most of the men on there were stunning, good looking to the point of intimidation. As I swiped through profile after profile, each smiling face reminded me that I was way out of my depth.
The entire fifteen-minute ride home was spent on that damn dating app. The problem with choice is, when presented with too many, making a decision is impossible. I came down with the worst case of FOMO ever and had to put my phone down.
I tossed the damn thing on the kitchen counter and decided to take a shower.
The hot water helped me think and it didn’t take long for me to realize that I didn’t have to pick anyone tonight or even a week from now. There wasn’t a rush for me to choose anyone from ComeShift or at all for that matter. I had to wonder about why I put that sort of pressure on myself.
The answer to that was simple: I hated being alone. Based on my track record of serial monogamy, I’d go so far as to say I was totally allergic to being on my own. The only cure to that was to glob on to the first asshole who paid attention to me and hold on tight. The relationship would be rocky, angry, and temporarily ruin my life, but I was never alone. Going more than two weeks between relationships was verboten in my world.
As I scrubbed the scent of skunky beer and cigarette smoke out of my hair, I threw down the gauntlet on myself. Don’t date. I needed to take the time to date and get to know myself, and maybe take care of myself a little better. All the emotional highs and lows of being caught in the relationship revolving door couldn’t be good for my mental health.
I finished my shower and stepped out into the crisp air. Chicago didn’t have a very long fall before transitioning into winter and with the end of October fast approaching, even the most well insulated house felt the dropping temperatures.
With my day having gone as shitty as it had, I took my time and luxuriated in getting ready for bed. I massaged a rose scented oil into my skin and took the time to comb and blow dry my hair. When I got dressed, I slipped into my silky pink pajama shirt. The men’s style button down never failed to make me feel both sexy and comfortable. By the time I was done, my mind was calm, I had found my happy place, and I was the kind of tired that would quickly lead to the best sleep of my life as soon as my head hit the pillow.
For an extra special treat, I was going to turn my alarm off. I wanted to
sleep until my body told me to stop. I didn’t want the shrill call of my phone’s alarm to startle me awake and remind me that I was currently unemployed. As an extra measure, I was going to leave it in the kitchen tonight as my own personal do not disturb.
I had just tapped the off button on the alarm and was getting ready to power down when an alert popped up.
“Holy shit!” The alert was from ComeShift. Someone was interested in me, but I hesitated. Should I look? I had just spent the last hour convincing and empowering myself to be on my own for awhile and I had to wrestle with whether or not peeking was a good idea.
I wasn’t going to look. I plugged my phone in to charge and left it on the kitchen counter. If I still wanted to know in the morning, I‘d look then. In the meantime, I was going to sleep the sleep that the overworked dreamed about and not think about it.
Chapter 3
4:58 turned to 4:59, each minute that ticked by was so much longer than the last. I had laid in bed for the last three hours praying for that sleep I so arrogantly thought I was guaranteed. I got hosed.
Curiosity took over my night and sent my brain into a miserable, swirling vortex of what ifs and self-doubt. I knew I wasn’t going to get any sleep until I checked out my match. So, I tossed back the covers and padded into the kitchen. I could promise myself whatever I wanted, but first I had to know what I was avoiding.
I gasped and nearly dropped my phone on the tile floor. The man of interest was the bass player from Bear Knuckle Brawlers. “No. No that can’t be right.” I checked my profile photo to make sure it wasn’t me from thirty pounds ago. It wasn’t. It was still the selfie I had taken last weekend while on a hay ride with Mia. I just cropped her half off to post. I knew I looked pretty good in the photo, but I didn’t think I looked rock star worthy. The fact that he was local made no difference. I counted at least a half dozen bras flung at the stage during Bear Knuckle Brawlers set.
The profile photo of Nicholas Berry stared back at me with a pair of soulful brown eyes with just the right amount of come hither in them. He’s a twenty-eight-year-old musician and writer from the Chicago area who was interested in hookups only. I read through the rest of his profile and was shocked by how Spartan the whole thing was. Every description was succinct and he answered each profile question with just enough information to be an answer and nothing more.