Novel & Cerita Shifter Romance Novels

I hope that you enjoyed the new updated story for spicing up the ranch. I have quite a few other books listed on GoodNovel if you're interested in my style of writing. Some are erotic stories such as the assistant, Swedish sugar, the alpha son needs his match, and keeping it within the family. I also have science fiction romance such as Stardust. We also have quite a few other romance styles both in the past like a timeless love. And in the present such as the dangers of dating.

Such shifters were like a plague that would spread to the bone marrow of whosoever came in contact with them. Seeing the tension in Dante's shoulders as he opened her car door and the way he very reluctantly stepped aside, she smiled. "Your wolf doesn't want me to go, does he? He doesn't want me being around the naughty wolf." The poor guy was in totally unfamiliar territory with all this protectiveness and possessiveness.

“Inspiration doesn’t wait. Besides, you say things too good to waste. Like the coffee brooding? That was gold.” He shook his head, a smirk tugging at his mouth as he ordered two coffees. We grabbed a corner table, Goose still stealing glances from half the café. “So, what’s this book about?” Ace asked once we sat. “Cat shifters,” I said without hesitation. “Epic romance. Sarcastic hero, rambly heroine, lots of claws and passion.” Ace raised a brow. “Sounds familiar.” My cheeks burned. “Coincidence.”

They never really interacted in the past, Gertrude actually tried to avoid him since she started high school. "A shifter should be with his mate, Gertrude. Mates get married and they have pups. That's what is expected of a female mate, she has pups," Fennick went on, starting to sound more arrogant the more he spoke. "What if a shifter's mate isn't a shifter? What say do I have in this? None?" Gertrude continued, starting to point a finger at him. She could feel something stirring in her stomach. Was it disgust?

“Are you… in heat?” “What?” I asked. She chuckles wittingly. “I’m guessing neither Will nor Lana have had that talk with you.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said. She grabs a towel and runs it under cold water. She does a light dabbing around my face, on my neck, and underneath my arms. “The books say Shifters resemble other animals when it comes to mating.” “Mating?” She nods. “Ever so often, when they have an attraction, they go into heat.”

My back arched violently, a scream tearing from my throat that sounded like tearing metal. Crack. My shin bones shattered. The pain was blinding. I convulsed, my legs thrashing, but Jax held me down. He didn't stop thrusting. If anything, he drove harder, his rhythm syncing with the breaking of my body. "Yes, little wolf," he panted, sweat dripping from his face onto mine. "Bear it." Snap. My ribs reorganized, cracking and shifting. My jaw unhinged with a sickening pop. It was agony. It was ecstasy. The pain of the transformation blended with the pleasure of his cock driving into me, creating a sensory overload that shattered my mind.

"Shape shifters mate for life, protecting their mates to the death. They have superhuman strength and senses. In human form they are distinguished by longer hair than usual on their heads, thick eyebrows and lean muscular bodies." She stared at the image drawn on the page, stunned when the paper seemed to shimmer and that of Mike Volka replaced the anonymous face. What on earth? She jerked so hard she nearly dropped the book and Mischief dug in her back claws to keep from falling off her lap. Jamie shifted the book on her lap, resettled Mischief and took a sip of her drink. Maybe she should be drinking wine while reading this, just to settle her nerves. Because the more she read, the more th

“In my twenties, I was obsessed with a vampire romance series.” Maddox rolled his eyes. She laughed. “Don’t judge.” “It’s hard not to. Vampires? Really, Camille?” “Stop it. I’m big into biker romances now.” He crossed his arms. “Bikers?” “That’s you too.” “Only because shapeshifters hate to be enclosed in hard metal.” “So, that’s a no on cars and trucks?” “Or buses.” “What about planes?” “It’s not my favorite thing in the world, but if I have to get somewhere like Europe or Africa, I’ll suffer the ordeal.”

My cheeks burned with barely contained anger. “But for real, it’s being wasted on Scheur,” Margo said. She never hid her past relationships with werewolves. “If it was me, I wouldn’t just try to date him — I’d use him to better my life. He’s rich. Raise your power while you can.” “Nah, you’re telling the wrong person,” someone else said. “Scheur is too much of a goody-two-shoes to do anything.” More giggles. I stood up, took my tray, and walked away without answering.

“Are you really a shifter?” “Huh?” I shake my head and laugh. “Shifter. Or werewolf. In paranormal romance books, any sort of were or shifter is always described as being warmer than normal humans.” Wes raises an eyebrow, looking amused. “I didn’t know that.” “I’m a little weird. Maybe I should have warned you.” Slowly, he angles his body toward me and brings one arm up, resting it on the back of the couch behind me. “I like weird.”