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Coffee & Kittens

Coffee & Kittens

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Nov 28, 2015
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Paranormal
Hmm... Guess I gotta sum up the story, huh? Well, werewolves are very much real. Soul mates and all that jazz too. Now this book won't use werewolf abilities (ie: Mates, the wolf in their head) and just use that. No I will use every aspect of a werewolf in all my characters, like shifting and their pack. If you are reading this and you write werewolf stories please don't make it just about them not wanting to be with their mate and they never shift or really have a pack. Coffee is prescribed to everyone by me, take it every morning no later than an hour after you wake up! Kittens are the best comfort (right next to pizza and ice cream) recommended to cuddle with at every available moment. Prologue has more details on what the book will be about.
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"I said look at me," he growled as he grabbed my arm from the Gamma in a vice grip. I winced and finally looked up to his stunning grey eyes. 'Mate!' my wolf yipped happily, although she was very weak she got to sound very excited, but I didn't. I didn't want a mate, one that I am putting in danger. Those people said they would find me no matter where I ran to, I couldn't put my mate or his pack in danger. My wolf whimpered knowing it was the truth. "Kitten," my mate purred, before he growled, "mine!" softly as he let go of my arm and lightly touched my cheek, now I felt the sparks firing on my skin. 'Kitten? Was this guy for real?! Did it look like I had whiskers and meowed?' I mentally scolded at him.

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