In a hunting competition for shape shifters, I signed up to be the prize.
To have the winner claim me isn’t ideal,
but it’s not like I have anywhere else to go.
Clinton and Trevor find me first.
As soon as they cross the finish line, I’m theirs.
But things aren’t as simple as they seem.
In a competition between testosterone-filled shifters,
unknowingly, I’ve just upped the stakes.
Danger is all around as others try to steal me away.
Even as the passion between me and my captors begins to ignite.
Can I douse the flames or are they already burning too high?
Will Clinton and Trevor protect me?
Because, although I am the prize,
I’m hoping my shifters will cross the finish line with me at their side
Enjoy today's suggestion!
(Carnal Cravings Publishing)
