Make Him Purr: A Paranormal BBW Werepanther Shape Shifter Mail-Order Navy SEAL Romance Read Free Page A

quietly, mindful to keep her steps light as air. It came naturally to her. She snuck around like she was nothing more than a shadow hanging onto the edge of one’s vision, always just out of sight, just out of mind, but never too far away. She stuck out her tongue a little as she pulled open a door that led into a small kitchen and quickly concluded that there wasn’t a scrap of food in the entire house.
    Either abandoned or not yet moved into. Whatever the case, it’ll do, she thought, visibly relaxing.
    Though her step was still soft – a trait she couldn’t turn on and off – she stopped flinching at every crackle of a tree branch or whisper of wind coming from outside. Sonya padded back into the living room and glanced at the staircase leading to the second floor of the spacious but understated home. She considered going up just to check it out, but the weariness in her bones got the best of her.
    Without further ado, she plopped down on the couch and placed her duffel under her head as a pillow. The plastic creaked and protested under her, but the soft plushness of the material soothed her weary body enough that she didn’t even mind. She fished her phone out from her pocket and ignored the rumbling in her tummy.
    For about the tenth time that day, she brought up a particular ad that had caught her eye on SassyDate. She pursed her lips slightly, looking at the perfect, carefully carved features of the man in the photo. It was a Navy dress photo, the man in the picture wearing a no-nonsense expression and looking like the picture of freedom. She could almost imagine him standing on a high mountain, his chest bare and a bald eagle on his shoulder as he planted the US flag. It was ridiculous, but she couldn’t look at a man who wore an expression of such utter commitment and not think that he was some military nutbag.
    And yet, here she was.
    That’s not why you came to Shifter Grove, Sonya tried to convince herself feebly as her finger moved on its own volition, scrolling down to the ad.
    “Are you a no-nonsense kind of woman looking for a no-nonsense kind of man? Then Lieutenant Commander Diesel Wake is the man for you.
    A former Navy SEAL and a black panther shifter, Lieutenant Commander Wake has relocated to Shifter Grove with the express interest of starting a new life. For this, he needs the perfect mate. You could be the perfect mate if you don’t have the habit of asking too many questions, getting into too much trouble or expecting your man to tell the difference between pink and paisley (it’s all just purple anyway). If interested, please contact Rake Whiteplains and we can see if you’re the kind of woman Diesel, and Shifter Grove, needs.”
    Sonya chuckled to herself again as she re-read the ad. She got the feeling that Lieutenant Commander Wake wasn’t going to like the fact that someone was trying to get him hitched, and she was half-hoping she’d be there when the wrongdoer got apprehended and thoroughly schooled by the sexy as sin shifter.
    And that was what he was – sexy and hot as hell. She didn’t even need to see him out of his dress blues to be able to imagine what his body would look like, all taut and brimming with strength. Yum. She’d seen the type before. In fact, Blade had been one – the emphasis being on ‘had been’.
    Sonya had met Blade when he’d just got discharged. Back then the man had been a taste of pure perfection. It didn’t take long for the slobbish tiger to succumb to a life of simple vices, though, taking most of that sexiness out of the picture real fast. What hadn’t waned, though, was how dangerous he was. It didn’t take long for Sonya to find out why the impressive tiger got kicked out of the army.
    Remembering that she was, in fact, running from a pissed off soldier-turned-drug-dealer was enough to kill all those happy, fluttering butterflies in Sonya’s stomach. She dropped the phone on her chest and inhaled dramatically. Her long dark hair framed