"Let me make this shit very clear. We might be soulmates through werewolf shit, but I am NOT yours and I am NOT your bae! Okay? I am NOT your bae! I have gone through too much bullshit with you for one day which I don't want to go through ever again." Sometimes, their are things that just don't work together. Like Coke and Mentos. Business and pleasure. Shoes and Socks. And most DEFINITELY... A pair of hot headed werewolves that include an arrogantly big headed Alpha and a independent black girl. So when Shanté Thomas and Carter Jackson find out they are SOULMATES, what's going to happen? Grab on to your popcorn, ladies and gentlemen... Because it's going down.

*This book features very mature content! If you don't like your men dominant stop now because this is your only warning!* She thought she had gotten away from him. From the terror only he could inspire within her, she watched as he smiled at her. A smile that dripped an acid honey that signaled her doom.. Tears came to her eyes as she stared into cold light brown eyes. Smirking at her, Jacob whispered, "It's been a long time, Ebony." Her breath caught in her chest, she closed her eyes as his voice washed over her body like a caress. This book is unedited. ©Em Myles

Excerpt... "Ah! So hot, so hot, so hot!" I jumped back and tried to brush the spilled liquid from my shirt, but it only seeped further into the fabric. "Aish! I'm sorry. I didn't see you." A male voice said. "Well, that's obvious. If you would lo-" I swallowed my words when I looked up. My lips parted without consent as my eyes blinked (like a mad woman's). I tried to stop them, but it was useless. As my brain scrambled for a word to describe the honey-hued man in front of me, I let my gaze wander over his face. I didn't make it past the sensual, hooded eyes-like half-moons-staring at me. "Are you ok?" He asked. I watched his lips, and bit the inside of mine. They were plump, with a natural pucker that called me to them. "Umm, your uh, shirt." I looked down to see my nipples peeking through the stained part of my blouse. Of course, this happens on laundry day!

WARNING: Rated R/NC-17 Mature Content, Language and Sex. Erotica/Pleasure/Romance If your a reader who can't handle written erotic sex and dirty talk then DO NOT READ THIS. This short story is about LiSha a boxer from Brooklyn who takes a gig in Seoul to train Hwang Goo Han a Korean actor, for his upcoming movie. LiSha is tough as nail and takes Hwang for a pretty boy trying to get a head in the industry. That is until Hwang takes it upon himself to set her straight about him and pretty flower boys once and for all. Let me reiterate again this is rated R/NC-17 for sex, language and suggestive erotic themes. I'm talking Zane level stuff people. So please be advised! Please be let me know what you think. This is my first time sharing this story and comments I know will help me become a better writer. THANKS! *Li-Sha - LiSha *Han Go Han - Hwang Goo Han