The Patient Is a Shark [Shape-Shifter Clinic 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

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Book: The Patient Is a Shark [Shape-Shifter Clinic 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Free
Author: Cara Adams
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massage oil. Kneeling beside Rainer, he drizzled the oil over the man’s shoulders, down his back, across his ass, and over his thighs and calves. Then he began to massage it into his skin. Rainer’s back was a solid red, but no skin was broken. Likely a bruise would develop on his ass, but it shouldn’t be too bad, Quinn thought.
    By the time he’d massaged every inch of the sub’s back, shoulders, and legs, Quinn thought he’d be coming out of subspace soon, so left him lying on his front, resting his head on his crossed forearms, while Quinn put away the massage oil and locked his toy box.
    Sure enough, Rainer moved a little, then five minutes later silently got up, walked over to the chair, got dressed, and left the dungeon. Quinn watched him critically and he was moving a little stiffly but he should be fine.
    As usual, he waited another ten minutes before leaving the dungeon, giving the sub the privacy to leave the club unwatched and unfollowed. But all the way home he wondered why Rainer had asked to be sent to subspace. What was the sub looking for? What did he need? Or was he putting too much emphasis on the event simply because he worked with the man?

Chapter Two
     
    Wynter had spent hours and hours surfing the Internet and making her plans. If she sold her car she’d be able to afford the surgery, and pay all her other bills, but she wasn’t going to be able to pay for the rehabilitation and months of physiotherapy she needed. Well, she’d just have to hope swimming would fix that. There was a big, wide ocean out there and swimming cost nothing. Although she’d make damn certain she stayed close in to the shore and away from any fucking sports fishermen this time.
    She kept coming back to a small advertisement she’d seen on the two shape-shifter websites she knew were genuine. One was a website run by a pack of werewolves she’d heard about. They were a very large and wealthy pack, well connected with other werewolf groups through North America. The other was a smaller group, but she recognized several names on it that she’d heard her parents talk about.
    The advertisement was tiny, only a few lines, and identical on both sites.
    Thorne House Clinic.
    Specializing in General Surgery, Rehabilitation, and Physiotherapy, for Shape-Shifters only.
    The only problem was, it was in Ohio and she was in California. They could hardly have been farther apart if they’d deliberately tried to be.
    She was running out of time. She had to pay another month’s rent in a week’s time, and she really didn’t want to spend her money on that if she was going to be in a clinic for several weeks, then off at rehabilitation for months after that. Her money would be much better spent on fixing her leg. But if she cancelled her apartment and sold her car she would have nowhere to store her clothes and possessions. She didn’t have all that much stuff. Living in an RV most of her life had taught her not to collect things. But she did have some things, and it seemed crazy to have to hire a storage locker to put them in. Doing that would likely cost the entire deposit she’d get back from her apartment, money she’d need for food and to live on.
    Finally she e-mailed the large werewolf pack and asked if they could recommend the clinic. She deliberately gave a few details about herself so they’d know she was a genuine inquirer, not a competing clinic or something.
    She was surprised to receive an e-mail just five minutes later with a Skype address on it saying, Tell me more about your injury. We might be able to help you. Dr. Oscar Thorne.
    Wynter logged into Skype and typed in the address Dr. Thorne had given her. Seconds later he was online. He was a good-looking man with curly, short black hair and black eyes. Wynter was very much aware she wasn’t looking her best. Just as the doctor in the emergency room had told her it would, her damn knee ached constantly and it was almost impossible to walk properly, but she

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