Lahat ng Kabanata ng Freakn' Shifters: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

For a second, Gina wondered what her new mate would do. He seemed so taken aback, even puzzled by the sound. He said nothing for a moment, but the purrs continued. "Um, Sheng? Are you alright." "I'm purring." He sounded surprised. "Yes you are. And I like it so long as that's not your, I'm about to eat you, sound." "Eat you? Seriously?" "Well, who can tell what with you being a big tough jungle cat and all?" "Are you mocking me? Or is this a not so subtle hint you want something?" "I would never mock my mate. Much. But I do want something." She wiggled against him, holding back a self-satisfied grin at his stirring cock. Now wasn't the time for round two, though, not with the sound of gunfire in the distance. "You say you're not a Persian, but I've yet to see your cat. Hint. Hint." "Soon, my she-wolf. I think the cavalry arrives." "Duh. I told you they'd come, but don't tell me you're going to just sit here and wait for them? Do you

Over in the Rocky Mountains? The compound secured, the guards taken care of and the prisoners released, Sheng finally shifted back to his human shape and took the pants someone handed him, but not before he covered Gina in a long shirt that did more to display her assets than he liked. Thank God it worked. He'd initially balked at the plan to return to Kaleb's stronghold. His first instinct not fear for himself, but for Gina. Sure, as a cop her first instinct would probably involve saving the victims, but Sheng had a duty to keep his woman safe. But as Chris and his brother's so eloquently put it, "If you tell her no, she's going to do it just to prove you wrong. And kick you in the balls for good measure." All was well that ended well though. Kaleb had finally met justice. Sheng no longer needed to fear, capture at any rate. His new family on the other hand though? "Just how many people stayed behind in case Kaleb tried something sneaky?" Sheng asked. "

Somewhere in the Lacandon jungle, a few days before Christmas ? Nothing screamed 'Wake up, dumbass!' like regaining consciousness to the fluttery warmth of something breathing moist air into her face. A living, breathing entity, which smelled both earthy and spicy ? covered in tickly fur. In other words, something that didn't belong in the shelter with her. Panic took complete control of her body. Despite knowing it was the middle of the night and pitch black, her eyes flashed open to see the intruder. In retrospect, she perhaps should have feigned slumber, given she now stared into a pair of glowing eyes ? one golden, the other a clear blue. Had she forgotten to note they glared ? probably with murderous intent ? a few paltry inches from her face? Not a good distance when it came to wild animals, especially with no bars to separate them. Should she freak? There's a plan. Scream my face off, get eaten, and become a tiny blurb in the paper. On to option two. Scre

I'd give anything to feel cool again. Ruth fanned herself and wondered, not for the first time, what the heck she was doing traveling thousands of miles from home. Her family warned her not to go, her mother pleading with her to stay so she wouldn't lose another child. The authorities cautioned against it as well, but with her sister Carlie missing in the jungle and no clear answers from the people investigating, she couldn't sit still. So on a plane she hopped, traveling way out of her comfort zone, with her nerves strung taut, hoping that somehow, someway she might make a difference. Forget making a difference. I'm more likely to faint from dehydration. Not a breeze stirred the humid and heavy air at the airport, and the stench of hundreds of bodies ? sweat and perfume blending with the aroma of cooking food ? made her wish for the crisp cleanness of her garden at home. My oasis. People often joked they possessed a green thumb, but Ruth possessed more than that, or so pe

Oh. My. God. Yup, that about summed up the hotness level of the two guys who stepped from the jungle. Ruth had thought the current men she traveled with a good-looking lot ? Liam with his blond, Ken-doll appearance, Peter with his cocoa skin and beautiful smile, and the all too suave Fernando, his Hispanic heritage evident in his accent and flirtatious dark eyes. But these two guys? Damn! Hot freakn' damn. It wasn't a pretty boy cuteness that rendered them so appealing, though, but rather their innate ruggedness. From their short haircuts, almost military in style, to their square, bristled jaws, wide, superbly-wide shoulders, and perfect height, these two guys oozed testosterone. Confidence. Swagger. Hot, I-am-the-man, stuff. In other words, all the things that totally turned her on. Sometimes she hated her hormones. Why did she always find herself attracted to the impossible to attain type? So unfair, given her attraction was rarely returned. At six-foot-one,