Romance: In Love With A Beast (Paranormal BBW Panther Shifter Romance) (Shapeshifter Mystery Alpha Werebear Romance Short Stories)

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In Love With A Beast

A Paranormal Shifter Romance

By: Jada Turner

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In Love With A Beast

Chapter One

Glory pushed her curly blond hair out of her eyes. Someday she would learn to tame her mane. Her hair had a mind of its own. Today it wanted to be in her face. It was like it expressed her moods for her. And right now Glory wanted to disappear. She pulled her tight skirt down from riding up her ample ass. She was sure this skirt had shrunk. It was conspiring with her hair to make her miserable.

She had arrived at the restaurant early. She was always early. Glory was always conscientious of other people. The restaurant was new and she had wanted to try it, it had been getting rave reviews. She scanned the restaurant for any signs of her date. Nothing yet.
Phew.
She sighed in relief. She had no idea why she had let her friend Shania talk her into using an app to date.
Because you haven’t had sex in 5 months,
a voice in her head interrupted.
Right. Desperate times, desperate measures.

Glory followed the hostess to her table. She ordered a glass of red wine right away. She needed to calm her nerves. Glory was shy by nature and meeting a stranger, with the pressure of a date on top, was her idea of a nightmare. Her wine arrived and she sipped it and looked at her watch.
Hmmm.
He was now officially late. Glory checked the dating app for messages. Nothing.
That’s okay. Anything can happen, traffic, work emergency. Just finish your wine and then you can start worrying.

Glory could feel herself wanting to shrink a million sizes. She tried to look like she was busy on her phone, by checking Facebook. What she found there was a bunch of pictures of Todd, her ex, and his new girlfriend from a trip they took to Hawaii. She missed Todd. He was her boyfriend of six years,
excuse me ex-boyfriend.
Todd had dumped 5 months ago for his yoga instructor. She couldn't help sneaking a look at his profile. Glory tried to blink back tears as she looked at their happy faces.

She took a huge gulp of her wine. She checked the time again.
Oh great, now he is 20 minutes late. How long do I have to sit here before I am officially stood up?

Glory open the horrible app. She swore under her breath.
I hate you app.
No messages. She shot off a quick

message to her date. She looked at his picture again. He was very handsome and had a kind face. That was why she had swiped right in the first place.

Her phone buzzed and Glory nearly dropped it. It was a message from her date.

Was he joking?
Anger rose up from her belly. He was standing her up! That was the rudest thing that had ever happened to her. He couldn't tell her that before she came all the way to the restaurant and sat there like a loser for a half an hour?!

Glory tried to wipe away the tears that she hadn’t managed to hold back. She didn't want to cry in public on top of being stood up.

“No one is allowed to look that sad in my restaurant.” said a deep voice. Glory looked up to see a very tall and very broad shouldered man holding out a glass of wine to her. “It’s on the house.” he said.

“Thanks.” Glory said and took the wine with a shy smile. She never turned down a free glass of wine. She may be sad but she wasn’t crazy. “I guess I’ve been stood up, it’s not my day.” she tried to laugh nonchalantly but it came out a sigh. She could feel her cheeks getting red. It was hard to keep her composure with this intriguing man staring down at her. He was the handsomest man she had ever seen, with his dark black hair and grey eyes. He had thick eyelashes that she would kill for. He was clad in a dark suit that was tailored perfectly to his muscular body. As Glory’s eyes travelled up his body to his face she saw a twinkle in his perfect grey eyes.
Oh God, he saw me blatantly checking him out.

“
This is my restaurant. I never leave a beautiful woman by herself on my watch.” he winked at her.
Omigod is he flirting with me?

Glory tried what she hoped was a sensual smile and took another large sip of her wine. This guy was so hot she could barely think. Her face must be an incredibly bright shade of pink by now.

“It’s very nice of you, but it’s not your fault. You can’t give free drinks to everyone that’s had a hard day!” she managed to say out loud.

“Oh, I only give free drinks to the incredibly attractive curvy blondes.” he said and winked at her again as he walked away.

What just happened?
He couldn't have been flirting with her? He must have felt sorry for her. She was crying in the middle of his restaurant. Glory suddenly felt ashamed, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to stop the flood of tears. She threw down money for her wine and practically ran out the door.

She drove to Shania’s house. As she pulled into the driveway she saw Shania’s lights were on. Thank God. Glory ran up the steps to Shania’s door and pulled it open. They had been best friends since high school, they were way past formalities. Beautiful, charming Shania had taken shy fat unpopular Glory under her wing in high school. Glory was forever grateful to Shania. She made her life exciting and fun. Which was why she had let Shania talk her into the blind date in the first place.

Glory collapsed into a heap on Shania’s couch. Shania came out of the kitchen.

“Oh no! That bad? Let me guess, he had bad breath?”

Glory shook her head and sniffled.

“He was from a far away planet where they have their genitals on their faces?”

Glory threw a pillow at Shania, but she couldn't help laughing. Shania always managed to make her feel better.

“He didn't even show up! I messaged him to ask if he was running late and he told me he wasn't coming.”

“Whoa! He didn't even have the decency to tell you beforehand?!What a dick. Modern dating is a war zone.” Shania had been with her boyfriend Matt since College. And they were still madly in love.

“I am never going on another date again! I miss Todd.” Glory wailed as she buried her head in a pillow.

“Now, now. Let’s not get crazy.” Shania cooed.

“I am going to die alone.” came Glory’s muffled cry from the pillow.

“Oh For Pete’s Sake. It was one date! That guy is a piece of shit and so is Todd.”

Glory hiccuped. “I know. I know. Can’t I be miserable for one second? I just got dumped!’

“No.” said Shania, “now I have a crazy idea. Hear me out.”

“Oh God, what next?” Glory knew that look in Shania’s eyes. Trouble always followed that look.

“Well, Matt has a new client. He is so beautiful! And single! And looking for a date to a charity event this weekend! It’s perfect!” Shania eyes shone with wicked thoughts, Glory could tell.

Matt was a lawyer. A very successful lawyer. His specialty was supernatural clients. You know, just your typical shifters and vampires.

“No way Shania! I can’t handle anything paranormal! I can barely date normal guys.”

“That’s exactly it! You are too special for just any old regular human. You need someone extraordinary!”

Glory rolled her eyes. “What is he?” She sighed.

Shania could barely contain her excitement. “A shifter!”

“A shifter! What if I get torn to shreds?” Glory cried.

“Don’t be silly. He is a professional man. A restauranteur.” Shania scolded her. “The event is this Friday. It’s black tie. You get to dress up!” Shania knew her weakness. She did have the perfect dress hanging in her closet with the tags still on, begging her to be worn. Glory owned a popular coffee shop, which she loved, but it didn't give her many opportunities to dress up.

“Okay! Fine. But if this is a disaster then I am never dating again.” Glory crossed her arm defiantly.

“Of course. If this date is a disaster, I will take you shopping for 50 cats myself.” Shania smirked.

“I like cats.” Glory smirked back. .

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THE KING’S MISTRESS

A TUDOR EROTIC ROMANCE

Chapter 1

Everything had to be perfect. The entire kitchen was in a state of excitement as more and more detailed instructions arrived on crumpled parchment from the powers upstairs. Delicious smells emanated from sizzling pans on the stove, herbs were being frantically chopped, and the kitchen was buzzing with excited chatter. With only six hours until the feast began, everybody was tripping over each other in their haste to get things done, and those in charge were noisily calling out demands to the lesser servants. Having only arrived in court the week before, Beth was not yet familiar with the routine of the kitchen, but was eager to impress and make herself useful. Having grown up in the local orphanage, once Beth was old enough to leave she had been allowed to stay on to help care for the children in exchange for meals and a bed at night. Only a month ago, a position in the kitchens at the Tudor Court had become available, and the nuns at the orphanage had encouraged her to take the position, knowing that she needed a change of scene. No doubt the nuns had also been aware that at the orphanage Beth would have had little chance of finding a husband. Beth had been so excited about taking the position at court, and today was an extraordinary day. Every counter was overflowing with exotic foods: stuffed birds of every variety, tiny intricate sweetmeats, and bowls laden with ripe fruit. Beth had never seen anything like it, and couldn’t believe that it was only that morning that the feast had been announced. The King’s news would be sweeping the country by now, and Beth felt proud that she was part of this exciting moment in history. The Queen, Catherine of Aragon, was with child again.

Beth could clearly remember the events of the previous year. Like so many others, she had cheered in the streets at the marriage of the handsome King of England and his new wife Catherine. Then, a mere four months later, Beth had wept with the rest of the country when Henry and Catherine’s first child was stillborn. Today though, everything had changed, with the official announcement that Catherine was once again expecting a baby. There had of course been unofficial kitchen gossip about the matter, but it was only this morning that Henry VIII had himself confirmed the rumors. Immediately, the court leapt into action, organizing an elaborate feast with scrumptious food, music and dancing to celebrate the happy news. Realizing that the bucket she had been filling at the well was overflowing; Beth brought her mind back to the task at hand. Picking up the heavy bucket in one hand, she hitched up her generous skirts with the other in order that they would not drag through the now wet ground. As she did so, she heard a low whistle behind her. Slowly turning around with the blood rushing to her cheeks in embarrassment, she saw a messenger boy leaning casually against a nearby wall. As she slowly looked up at him through her thick eyelashes, Beth could see that the boy was casting his eyes up and down her slender figure. Dropping her skirts immediately, no longer remotely concerned about the damp ground, she quickly made her way back into the smoky and bustling kitchens.

Chapter 2

As she lay in her bed that night, aching from head to toe from the hard work of preparing, serving, and then clearing the food for the glorious feast, Beth couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She had carried out her work without mishap, and was beginning to feel that she was becoming friends with Emma, the girl who shared her bedchamber. Also, however much she hated to admit it, she did feel a certain delight when she remembered the lust in the messenger boy’s eyes earlier that day. At eighteen years of age Beth had never so much as touched a man, and had previously never felt any desire to. However, as she lay in bed gradually relaxing after the exhausting day, she found herself imagining what it would have been like to run her fingers through his shiny dark hair, or plant a gentle kiss on the stubble of his cheek.