Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 121871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
The kiss she places on my lips is soft and sweet, but it has me counting down the seconds until I can get her out of here and back in our cabin. When it comes to Snow, I know two things are for sure: I’ll never stop loving her, and I’ll never get enough.
THE END
The Three Bad Wolves
Alexa Riley
Finn, Flint, and Forest have spent their lives looking for their mate. The three brothers have been through everything together, and seeing the rest of their family pair off has been hard to watch. But one day, deep in the woods, a small bunny crosses their path when the three of them are in wolf form. To their surprise, they finally find what they’ve been looking for, but it just so happens they all find it at once.
Luna Hare lost her family long ago, and she’s been traveling to different shifter villages, trying to find one that is the right fit. Secretly she’s been hoping to meet another bunny family and possibly find her mate. She never expected that when she’d come to Gray Ridge, she’d not only find a mate, she would find three. Three enormous wolves that look hungry, and not for food.
Warning: Bunnies like to make babies, so it’s a good thing she’s got three wolves lined up and waiting to take a turn. This shifter book is over-the-top sweet, and just as dirty as the rest. Come back to Colorado with us, and let’s see how this works out. We have a feeling it’s going to be a happily ever after.
To the hubs; my life, my love, my mate.
Chapter 1
Luna
“What do you mean, you don’t have any carrot cake?” I ask. Even I can hear the whine in my voice. I’d been looking forward to this carrot cake all freaking day. I told myself if I got all the weeds in my garden pulled and the vegetables cleared out from the beds, then I could come have a carrot cake break.
“Sorry, Luna, we sold out a little while ago. A wolf came in and cleaned us out.”
“Mangy wolves,” I mumble.
“I heard that!” I hear shouted from the back of the bakery, making me hop back a step. I sniff the air. You’d think for a rabbit shifter I would have a good sense of smell, but nope. My nose is always twitching because I’m curious about smells, but I never have any luck. Although today in the bakery, it does smell extra yummy. It’s not all the mountains of treats either, there’s something else I can’t put my finger on.
I still figure it’s Gwen. She always teases me about all the carrot cake I get.
Ruby smiles politely at me and tries to offer something else. “How about some sugar cookies?”
“No, thanks,” I say sullenly.
“Sorry, Luna. I promise I’ll make more first thing in the morning. If the snow starts early, I’ll even make them especially for you tonight at home.”
“You’re the best, Ruby,” I say, feeling somewhat better.
I leave the bakery, but instead of getting in my car right away, I sit down at the little table outside and enjoy the cool evening air, taking the time to glance around. Not many people seem to be out today.
Fall is over and it’s time to get ready for winter, which I personally love because snow is magical. Being a bunny shifter has some perks, even if I am tiny.
I came to Gray Ridge a few months ago, and Ruby has been so nice to me. She and her mate Dominic have a small house on some land near their property they let me stay in. It’s really small, but I am, too, so it works out. There’s one bedroom, a bathroom, a kitchen, and no walls except for the bathroom. But I have space for a garden out back where I was able to plant some vegetables before it got too cold. But that time is up, and now I can make a fire in my cabin and cuddle up on warm nights.
My thoughts drift to what I’d be doing if I had a mate, and all of a sudden I’m super horny. Another downside to being a rabbit is always wanting sex. They old saying about “going at it like rabbits” is sadly true. I’ve been in a constant state of arousal one way or another since the day I turned eighteen and the mating heat kicked in. Normally by the age of twenty I would have found someone and made a few dozen babies, but as the years go on, that feels impossible.
Inside, my shifter bunny wiggles, and I sigh. “Sorry, girl. One day,” I say, and then get up from the bench.
I get into my Volkswagen Beetle and reverse out of the parking lot. It’s not a practical vehicle for this kind of weather, but I didn’t really think about it when I moved here. Now that winter approaches, I realize I should probably get something better for navigating the roads of Colorado and trade in my little car.