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was spam.
    ‘Penis elargement’.
    Natch . He didn’t need any penis enlargement. His penis was fine was it was, thank you very much.
    ‘Horny babes wanted to meet up with him in his postcode area’.
    Natch.
    ‘Nigerian woman with a large trust fund needs his help to unlock her cache of gold bars’.
    Natch. He was fine with Congo women wanting his help to unearth their orgasms.
    Then:
    “Replying to your ad”, said the subject matter. The email address was one he had never seen before.
    With trepidation, he clicked it open.
     
    “Hello,
     
    I’m a female tiger shifter, aged 25. I’m single and looking to meet someone special, preferably another tiger shifter. We are rare! (LOL.)
    Can you please tell me a little bit about yourself? Here’s hoping we might connect.
     
    Yours,
     
    ELLEN.”
     
    Cole stared at the email again.
    Ellen.
    The midsummer solstice. That was six weeks away.
    Ellen had to be a female, right? With lady parts . . . and tits . . . and she was a tiger shifter.
    Ellen.
    Ellen.
    She sounded blonde and beautiful. Or maybe he was confusing her with Ellen Degeneres.
    Eagerly, Cole hit the ‘Reply’ button and leaned forward to compose an email.

3
     
    Ellen didn’t tell Terry she was doing this, of course. But every day since she had sent the response to the ad, she had waited by her computer.
    OK. One didn’t technically wait by a computer any more than they waited by the phone these days. But she certainly found herself checking for messages on her cellphone ever so often. Like . . . once in every twenty minutes. OK. Eighteen.
    But the days rolled by and there was no reply. Ellen’s spirits sank. She was hoping . . . oh, what was she hoping for? People who advertised for mail order brides were likely to be weirdos anyway. Or psychos. Or conmen. Or all three.
    She was better off without them. And she was also better off if she didn’t check her emails so often.
    It had been two weeks. And nothing.
    Nada.
    Zilch.
    Zip.
    Maybe it was time to get on with her life and go find a shifter like Terry did. Or a human. Pity most humans she knew laughed at her size and made fun of her babble.
    It was time to throw herself a pity party.
    Ellen went out and got herself two tubs of Ben and Jerry’s ice-cream. Rocky Road. With an extra pack of marshmellows. And a Netflix download of ‘The Notebook’, her favorite movie. Life as a single girl could be marvelous. So there!
    It was just as she was putting down the double tubs of ice-cream that her cellphone went ‘Ping’.
    Ellen’s ears immediately pricked. She had enhanced hearing, like all shifters did, and her hackles rose. She rushed for her phone in her bag in the other room.
    It was indeed as she suspected.
    ‘You’ve got mail.”
    Her heart went into palpitations and she was suddenly very scared. But wait. What made her think it was the reply she had been craving?
    And yet . . . her hands trembled as she tapped a few buttons on her phone to open her mail.
    It was the one!
    She clicked on the Yahoo account:
     
    [email protected]
     
    ( Did it mean there were at least 32 tiger husbands before him?)
     
    ‘Dear Ellen,
     
    Thank you for your email. I was very excited to read it.
    I’m a 33-year-old Professor of Archeology at the University of Pennsylvania specializing in ancient shifter civilizations. My work takes me all over the world, and that leaves me very little time to meet women.
    I’m rather shy by nature anyway when it comes to women . I would like to share my life with someone who can accompany me in my travels all over. I’ve excavated ruins in Machu Picchu, Easter Island, Cuzco, Tibet and Rajasthan. Life with me will be a whirlwind of cruises, exotic treks and diverse cultures.
    Enclosed is my photo. I hope you will reply and we can proceed to the next step. Naturally, I’m a true tiger shifter.
     
    With love,
     
    COLE.’
     
    Cole.
    With love .
    Ellen stared at the email until her eyes blurred over.
    Exotic treks