Furever: BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance Read Free Page A

see Mrs. Greenwood’s grandson, Franco, standing a short distance from me. He was looking delicious in a buttery soft red crew top and stone washed denims.
    Franco might just be an out of town visitor, but he had sure sniffed out the hottest shifter bar in the area fast. His type always knew where the action was—and he was right. He was already surrounded by several pretty women. I grimaced as I noticed a petite blond practically smashing her boobs against his chest. He saw me glancing at him and I waved as I picked up the stem of my glass for another sip of my cocktail.
    To my surprise, he pulled away from the group of women and in seconds was near my elbow. “Buy you a drink?” he asked huskily.
    “Ooh, nice to see you,” I said. I motioned to the women who were eyeing me curiously, disappointment etched in their faces. “Looks like you have found some new friends. How are things going?”
    “Good, very busy working on the deal for the new business.”
    “Yeah, I remember your grandma telling me you were starting a business. She’s so proud of you.”
    “You talked to my grandma?” he asked, a puzzled expression creasing his handsome face.
    “Umm, yeah, it’s me, Alicia Morgan, the woman with the auction reseller shop?” Gee, I knew I wasn’t a super model or anything, but I must not be very memorable at all.
    He shook his head as he looked me over. “That doesn’t ring a bell and I’m sure I would remember you.”
    His direct gaze sent a little flutter through my tummy. “You brought your grandmother into my shop so she could see what she would get for her antique flask if I sold it for her at auction…you were just in earlier today?” This guy was very hunky, but he sure had a bad memory. I mean, I may not be the hottest chick on the planet, but how could you forget someone that fast?
    “Oh! You’re the woman he was telling me about! The one he said was right for…” his voice had an excited edge to it.
    “Who is he…right for what? What are you talking about?”
    “Never mind, I shouldn’t have said anything. I don’t want to scare you off.”
    I wrinkled my forehead. What the heck was he getting at?
    He stepped back and looked me over again and I felt that familiar tingle from before as he gazed at me. “I see what he means. You are a total knock out—just gorgeous.”
    “Huh?” Now I was really confused. For one thing, he couldn’t remember me from this morning, and for another, this hot man just called me a knock out. He actually used the word gorgeous.
    “The man who came in your shop today wasn’t me. That was Franco. As a matter of fact,” he glanced at his watch, “he is meeting me here any minute now.” He looked towards the door. “Speak of the devil; it looks like he just walked in.”
    Mr. Hunky waved his hand towards the front door and my jaw dropped as a man that looked almost exactly like him entered.
    “That’s the man you met earlier, my business partner, Franco. And I’m Mark. People call me Marco.”
    “Franco and Marco—you’re twins?” I sputtered; dribbles of my Howling Martini slipping down my chin.
    “No, no. We’re cousins—distant cousins.” He gave me a sassy dimpled grin. “Franco’s real name is Frank. Franco and Marco are nicknames our moms gave us and they stuck. We’ve been called that since we were kids.”
    I shook my head as I looked from him to Franco. The names were cute and the resemblance between the two men was uncanny.
    “People are always shocked by how much we look alike.”
    “Wow you really do look a lot alike!” I said. Franco stood near the entryway, scanning the bar. Like Marco, his bulky, handsome physique commanded attention and I could see many of the women in the room casting their gaze in his direction. He caught site of Marco’s wave and ambled towards us.
    “Franco and I have always been close. We live together and travel together as often as possible. Now we are opening a business together.”
    “And you