All Chapters of Freakn' Shifters: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Perturbed at what happened upstairs ? I almost kissed a married woman! ? Chris took up where he left off the day before, letting the calming monotone of work ? hold nail, hammer, hold nail, hammer ? bring his frenzied state of mind down a notch. His mate attacked him. A fact his brothers would think was hilarious. In his defense, Chris didn't smell her approach, not with the scent of her all over the house. And she'd not actually hurt him. Surprised him yes, but as soon as she got the first hit in, he'd guessed who wielded the weapon. Not wanting to frighten her, he'd let her get in a second lick and feigned falling to the floor unconscious. His ploy gave him a great excuse to touch her and he'd almost gotten to kiss her. Almost got to taste the lips haunting his dreams. Her ill-timed sneeze ruined it, and in a sense saved him from himself. What would she think of a man, a virtual stranger, manhandling her and stealing a kiss? She'd think him a right jerk especially conside

Sheng, despite the nagging doubt in his gut, didn't cancel their dinner plans the next day. He could see how much Jiao wanted to go. How she chafed at their boring existence and he understood how she felt, because their hiding tired him, too. But he preferred a stale existence to captivity. A part of him understood their chances of discovery were slim despite their unique heritage, after all, Asians were in evidence all over Canada. Heck, he'd even spotted a few shifter ones in this very neighborhood, not spotted leopards of course, but still rare breeds for the climate. On the surface, he and his sister would pass muster. However, he feared them relaxing their guard. Getting too comfortable. Letting the wrong person know or see who they were inside. One wrong word or observation to someone related to Kaleb and it could all end. One harmless Facebook picture, or Twitter and poof, they could end up back in their cage in the mountains, prized pets brought out to perform, earn

Jiao couldn't help but note the cute female leaving the room with Chris ? her cat didn't like it at all. It was her worst fear come true. Chris had a girlfriend, or someone he liked enough to bring to a family function. So much for thinking he felt the same connection, she thought somewhat morosely. She hoped none of her dejection showed but had to wonder when Meredith said, "Oh dear, you've just missed Chris and his cousin, Gina." "Cousin?" Well that eased her mind, but did the woman sense her interest in Chris? God, she hoped not. What would she think of Jiao, who was supposedly married, chasing after her son? "Yes. They're the same age and have been best friends since they were in diapers. I'll introduce her to you later if you'd like." "Okay." What else could Jiao say? She'd already met a ton of family members and people. She doubted she'd remember even a quarter of their names by morning. "Oh dear. If you'll excuse me for a moment, I hear the door again." O

One minute, Sheng followed Jiao through the crowd, looking for a drink, the next, a curly haired brunette wearing an outfit more appropriate for a bordello, stepped in his path and slung an arm around him. Not one for any kind of touching, even the friendly kind, he shrugged her arm off. She didn't seem to care that he rebuffed her because instead of leaving, she moved to stand in front of him. "Hey, cutie. I don't think we've met. I'm Gina." The words, 'I'm not interested,' hovered on the tip of his tongue, but somehow got wedged. Maybe because his cat swallowed them before he could lie. Standing a little shorter than him, everything about this Gina girl embodied what he disliked in modern culture. Buxom, and not afraid to flaunt it in a corset type top, wearing a short skirt revealing rounded thighs encased in fishnet stockings, she wore too much makeup and not enough clothes. Despite his preference for a sleeker more decently covered female, something twitche

Hours later, dinner over and done with, most of the family departed for their own homes, his mate whisked away by her cold fish of a husband, Chris could finally relax and think back on the magical moment in the basement. She kissed me! And he finally understood why some romance novels said it was like fireworks going off. He'd never expected the tumultuous reaction, the wild, almost untamed urgency of the embrace, but damn, what a rush. Only one problem though. Now, he wanted Jill more than ever, but the same problem stood in his way. Jack. The husband that even Jill seemed to barely tolerate. A guy who brought new definition to the term antisocial. A man who got to go home with the woman Chris wanted. Yeah, that freakn' sucked. He couldn't help wondering what happened when the pair got home. Did Jack exert his rights as the husband? Did he even now touch the body Chris thought of as his? Did Jill close her eyes and pretend it was Chris? Why couldn't he stop to