Here’s a wonderful story to enjoy this Sunday. Felicia Denise hit a home run with this one.
Here’s a snippet:
“Baby, please… look at me.”
Her pulse calmed. The joke was over. Sam’s had his fun.
Steeling herself, Joyce raised her head, anxious to see the soft brown eyes she’d fallen in love with.
Instead, all she saw was fangs in the moonlight.
Falling backward, Joyce threw her arms out behind her just in time to catch herself.
“Sam? What the hell is happening?”
He reached down to help Joyce up, but she crab-walked away from him.
Allowing his arms to fall to his side, Sam Donovan hung his head. When he looked up again, the anguish in his golden eyes caught Joyce off-guard.
“This is who I am, Joyce. What I am.”
Joyce propped herself up, unfazed by the fact she was sitting on the sidewalk.
“Just what is that, Sam? What is this? What are you?” She didn’t miss him flinch at her words. “Wait. Sam? Are you sick? Is this some sort of rare disease? I’ve read -”
He cut her off.
“I’m a wolf shifter, Joyce.”