Her Tiger Twins

by Bonnie Burrows

  HER TIGER TWINS

  A PARANORMAL MENAGE ROMANCE

  BONNIE BURROWS

  Copyright ©2016 by Bonnie Burrows

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  About This Book

  Budding author Samantha Green was bored with life and she was craving some excitement. She needed a thrill and she knew exactly where to get it.

  A new type of dating site that matched human women with hunky shapeshifters had recently launched and she knew that this was the place to go for casual encounters of the paranormal kind.

  Samantha had never been with two men before but she could not resist accepting a hook-up proposal from twin WereTigers Jacob and Dylan Locke. The very thought made her weak at the knees.

  However, Samantha never expected that this one-time hook-up was going to be so good that she was going to be left with a huge craving for even more TIGER action.

  And she was about to get it in more ways than just two....

  This is a Paranormal Menage Romance with a whole bunch of sensual scenes intertwined with awesome action and adventure. Please only read if 18+

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER ONE

  Samantha rolled out of bed, head aching, still wearing the clothes she’d worn the night before. She caught a glance of herself in the bathroom mirror as she passed it and groaned. Her curly, dark brown hair was a mess, her makeup from the night before smudged beyond the “smoky” look and decidedly unsexy.

  Tired green eyes stared back at her, exhausted after another pointless blind date. Dave had been a lot of things, but sane hadn’t been one of them. He was sexy, well-spoken and a great dancer, but that’s where the positives had ended.

  As soon as they’d gone back to his place, he’d turned into a control freak, treating her like a pet that needed to be trained. She’d put an end to that quickly, after several failed attempts to explain to him that she was a strong woman and didn’t need to be “handled”, whatever the hell that meant.

  When he’d grabbed her wrists and pinned her against the wall, she’d been furious. Then, he leaned in to kiss her, laughing as she struggled against his strong grip. That had been the last straw. Samantha slammed her forehead into his face, breaking his nose and his grip.

  She’d left him cursing and screaming in pain, striding out the door without a backwards glance.

  Why couldn’t she find a normal guy who wanted to have a casual relationship that wasn’t a complete creep? There had to be a better way. Meeting guys at the clubs in Spokane definitely wasn’t working out, and swiping left on her cellphone’s dating app was getting old.

  It’s not like she was looking to meet Mr. Right; she’d be more than happy with Mr. Right Now.

  Aggravated with another wasted night, and sexually frustrated, she splashed water on her face and shoved her hair into a ponytail. She pulled on her workout clothes, admiring her curvy yet athletic figure in the mirror.

  Satisfied that she was as put together as she needed to be for a run, she stepped out her back door and took a deep breath of the cool mountain air. Her home in Barnes Point was one of a few houses built near the edge of the dense wilderness several miles north of the closest big city.

  Her nearest neighbor was nearly a quarter of a mile away, and her back yard ended at the start of a path that lead her on a two-mile loop through the forest. The loop started at the east end, winding through the forest until it came back out on the north side of the five-acre plot of land that made up her private yard.

  Her running shoes landed with a soft, satisfying thud as she took off, trying to rid herself of the memories from the night before and outrun her frustrations. She took in the sights and sounds of the forest, always leaving her headphones at home in favor of listening to the wildlife around her as she ran.

  Her muscles stretched, legs burning as she pushed up the steep hill, pressing on in the crisp morning air. Her breathing was heavy, her heart pounding in her ears as she finally topped the rise and began a steady descent down the gently sloping hill. A large waterfall to her right drowned out her footfalls, a gentle mist hanging in the air around her.

  She went over the night before in her head, trying to pinpoint the warning signs that she’d missed. She was usually so good at reading people, but Dave had been a smooth talker. Charming, handsome, and well-dressed, he’d oozed sexuality and had piqued her interest almost immediately. She was kicking herself now, so grateful that the night hadn’t gone worse. She was definitely going to have to find another way of getting out there. It wasn’t like she had any local options.

  Samantha laughed, imagining dating any of the local men in her small town. The only single man in Barnes Point was in his sixties, more than twice her age. In fact, most of the people that inhabited the small town were retirement age, except Mabel.

  Mabel Daniels had inherited a small fortune when her parents passed away years before, her only surviving relative an older brother whom Samantha had yet to meet. Mabel was twenty-seven, like Samantha, but that was where the similarities ended. Mabel was nice, but she was a little old-fashioned for Samantha’s taste, and she knew the woman judged her worry-free lifestyle. Still, the two had become fast friends when Mabel moved into the neighborhood about a month after Samantha did.

  Samantha had moved in a little over a year ago, purchasing the cozy, four-bedroom house on the furthest edge of town with the money she’d made from her first book. She’d written several more books since moving to the mountains, building quite a following with her modern take on the murder mystery genre. Mabel had been sitting on her front porch when they met, reading Samantha’s book and taking a break from unpacking.

  “Do you like the book?” she asked, stopping on her walk to familiarize herself with the neighborhood about a week after she’d moved in.

  “It’s different,” Mabel had said, “but it’s growing on me.”

  “I hear that a lot.”

  Mabel stared at her, ice blue eyes blank.

  “I don’t get it. What do you mean you ‘hear that a lot’?”

  “I mean people tell me my books are different, but they grow on people.”

  Samantha had watched with a smile on her lips as realization dawned on Mabel. Mabel quickly turned to the back cover, holding up the book and looking at the press photo of the book’s author and the woman standing on the sidewalk in front of her home.

  “No way,” she’d said, and immediately she’d started in with the questions.

  Since then, the pair had spent plenty of time with each other, with Samantha taking a break from writing a few times
a week to visit with Mabel in her home. She was different, but Samantha liked her. She made living on the lonely mountain town a little more bearable during the long winter.

  Samantha picked up the pace, sprinting the final quarter of a mile on the loop, and heading back towards her home. She was already feeling better, the disaster of the night before fading away. She’d write Dave into a book, probably as an expendable character that didn’t last longer than a chapter or two. Once she killed him off in a book, he would be nothing more than a distant memory, if she remembered him at all. It was a great way to deal with the load of bull that passed as the dating scene nowadays and her readers seemed to enjoy it.

  She came up to the north side of her back yard, slowing to a walk and taking deep, full breaths of the clean, chilly spring air. The gray skies and the thick layer of clouds rolling in promised rain, but there was no surprise there. With an average of seventeen rainy days a month during the spring, Samantha would only have been surprised if it wasn’t about to rain.

  Sure enough, a burst of light tore through the sky overhead, with a loud clap of thunder following almost immediately. Samantha took off, sprinting through the yard just as the sky opened up and icy cold rain pelted her skin. She laughed, shoes slapping in the tiny puddles that sprung up almost instantly as she closed the distance to her back door.

  She jogged up the back stoop and kicked off her shoes, discarding her soaked clothing on the back porch and walking into the house nude. Another definite advantage to living where she did; no neighbors to see her strip out of her wet clothes on the back porch.

  Hopping into the hot shower, she washed away the mud and the sweat. She was in a much better mood than she had been when she woke up, and at just after eight in the morning, she was ready to start her day, renewed and refreshed.

  ***

  Samantha sat at her desk, bare feet curled under her and wet hair still wrapped in a towel. The cursor blinked on the screen, her latest book waiting for her to breathe life onto the paper. Sighing heavily, she tried to find the words that would get the ball rolling. This was always the hardest part for her. Once the first paragraph was out, her fingers flew over the keys and the story flowed with relative ease.

  It was just the first line that always stumped her.

  She emptied her coffee, irritated that the story in her head had yet to find its way on the page. The images were there, in her head, but they wouldn’t come out.

  Frustrated, she clicked on the internet, surfing the web in hopes of flushing something out.

  She was on her third cat video when an email notification came through. The title screamed spam, but she was intrigued.

  “Tired of dating losers? Want something different?” she read aloud. “Why yes, yes I do want something different.”

  She clicked the link, mentally crossing her fingers that she didn’t just download a virus to her computer. The website opened and the image of a handsome man, muscle-bound with arms crossed over a bare chest, loaded onto the screen.

  “This is promising,” she said, clicking on the link for a free trial.

  She filled out the standard form, making it all the way to the bottom before her brow furrowed and she reread the question several times to make sure she wasn’t imagining things.

  Are you open to dating shifters (werelions, weretigers, and werebears)?

  “Oh my,” she said, a smile tugging at her lips.

  Was she interested in a no strings night with a sexy shifter? Of course she was. Her mouse hovered over the box, but she hesitated. Should she click yes? It was one thing to fantasize about shifters, but it was quite another to actually go on a date with one. She was adventurous by nature, but a date with a shifter? That might be a little too much, even for Samantha’s taste.

  “Aw, what the hell,” she said, clicking the box labeled “yes” and moving onto the final question before her account was active.

  Being open to something didn’t mean she was stuck with it, and frankly, she’d fantasized about being with a shifter for years. What harm could come from finally living out a long-time fantasy?

  There was a gentle knock on the door a moment before the door swung inward and light footsteps sounded on the hard wood floors.

  “Hello?” Mabel called out. “Samantha are you home?”

  “I’m in my office,” she said, reducing the window on the internet right before Mabel walked in.

  “Are you working on another book?” she asked, already excited.

  “I am,” Samantha said, indicating the blank screen.

  “That’s the hardest part, trying to figure out where to start.”

  “Exactly.”

  “Do you need a beta reader?”

  “Always.”

  “Great. I just love your books.”

  “I’m glad. The critics aren’t always so kind.”

  “How was your night?”

  “Oh, it was awful,” Samantha replied with a wry smile.

  “That bad?”

  “Worse. But it is what it is.”

  An internet pop-up opened up on the screen, and Samantha rushed to close it.

  “Are you still interested in meeting a shifter?” Mabel read out loud before Samantha could close it.

  “I’m doing research,” she lied, embarrassed at being caught on the dating site.

  “You’re not a good liar.” Mabel was smiling.

  “Why are you smiling? I thought you might be appalled. A lot of people don’t like shifters.”

  “I’m not one of those people.”

  “Well, that’s refreshing. I just thought, living in a town this small-”

  “That I was naturally narrow-minded?”

  “I’m sorry. That didn’t come out right. It’s not that. It’s just that, shifters are kind of commonplace in the bigger cities. People almost forget that they’re living among us.”

  “Oh I know, probably better than you think.”

  Something about the way she said it caught Samantha’s attention.

  “What do you mean?” she asked.

  “If I tell you something, do you promise to keep it to yourself? I can’t have anyone else finding out; not everyone is as laid back as you about the whole shifter thing.”

  “No, of course not. Just like I appreciate that you don’t tell everyone that I live here so I can write in peace. Whatever it is, I won’t tell a soul.”

  “Good.” Mabel took a deep breath. “My brother Grant and I are werelions.”

  Samantha stared at her for a full beat before her words sunk in.

  “Wait, what?”

  “We’re lion shifters.”

  “Oh, wow. Why didn’t you tell me before?”

  Mabel laughed awkwardly.

  “It’s not really the best conversation starter. ‘Hi, my name is Mabel, and I can turn into a lion’ isn’t really something you say to strangers. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I just didn’t want to lose your friendship.”

  Samantha’s smile slid off her face.

  “I never thought about you worrying about that.”

  “You’d be surprised how many people disappear out of your life when you tell them something that big.”

  “But that’s ridiculous. You’re not a different person than you were before you told them.”

  Mabel smiled.

  “I knew you’d understand. I’m still who I was, even though you didn’t know what I was.”

  “Some people are like that. No use wasting your time.”

  “So what about my brother?” Mabel blurted out, then blushed, ice blue eyes sparkling.

  “I don’t understand?”

  “If you like shifters, why not date my brother?”

  “Oh, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea. I’m not looking for a relationship; I just want something a little more casual.”

  “But isn’t that how the best relationships start?”

  Samantha groaned inwardly. This wasn’t going to end well if she didn’t find a wa
y to help Mabel understand that she just couldn’t do it.

  “Sometimes, but I really don’t want to mix friendship and family. I have a horrible track record with guys, and I tend to bring out the worst in them. I think it would be better if we just forget this conversation ever happened.”

  “Hear me out; if you don’t hit it off, it’s really no big deal. He’s only here a few times a month, if that. If you don’t like him, you won’t have to see him anymore and it won’t be a big deal. I mean, you’ve lived here for a year and I think you’ve seen him in passing once or twice, right? I didn’t even get a chance to introduce you two formally, so I’m sure that it would be nothing to go on a date and never see each other if it doesn’t work out. Please? Think of it as a personal favor to me.”

  Mabel whipped out her cellphone, pulling up a picture on the large screen. A man in jeans stood on the beach, bare feet in the sand, arms crossed over a wide, bare chest as he looked out into the water. Light blond hair whipped in the wind, and ice blue eyes were brighter than the ocean. He resembled Mabel, but he was all man. And incredibly handsome.

  “That’s your brother? I’ve seen him driving up to your house when I’m leaving before, but I guess I wasn’t paying attention. Wow.”

  “He’s gorgeous, right? I mean, he’s my big brother, I have to think he’s handsome. But women seem to love him, and he’s always frustrated with the dating pool. Especially when they find out he’s a shifter.”

  “He is quite handsome.”

  “And he’s nice. Really nice.”

  Samantha took a deep breath.

  “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but okay. I’ll give it a shot.”

  Mabel squealed in delight.

  “You won’t be disappointed.”

  “Promise me, if this doesn’t go further than one date that there are no hard feelings.”

  Mabel waved her off.

  “Girl, don’t even think about that. What happens between you and my brother has nothing to do with you and I.”