Shift Work (MF)

I Heart Shifters 2

Etopia Press

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 24,056
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The shift is about to hit the fan...

Ty Harris thought he'd left trouble behind when he departed the Blood Wolves, a special paramilitary unit, and opened a biker bar. Unfortunately for him, trouble comes with a capital T in the form of one sassy, fast-talking brunette who gets under his skin in a way no human should be able to.

Tolly Hollister has a plan in life. Namely to annoy Ty Harris to no end, all the while denying her attraction to the guy she's known most of her life. But her plans are sidelined when she's caught in the middle of an all-out attack on Ty and his revolutionary invention. Oh, and did he forget to mention the little bitty tidbit about being a freaking werewolf?

To protect his uber-secret firewall, Ty is prepared to pull out all the stops, including introducing Tolly to a world she wasn't prepared to face. Can he save his invention and win the girl at the same time? Only time will tell, but time is the one thing Ty doesn't have left...

Reader note: contains sassy BBW heroine, sexy alpha werewolves, humor, and hot paranormal romance elements

Shift Work (MF)
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Shift Work (MF)

I Heart Shifters 2

Etopia Press

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 24,056
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CHAPTER ONETy Harris parked his Harley and strode inside Hog Heaven, his pride and joy. The squat, gray building didn’t look like much, but he’d poured his heart into the biker bar. At two o’clock on a Tuesday, there were no customers, but come Friday, they’d spill into the parking lot. There’d be a brawl or two, but fights were the name of the game when a crowd of bikers got together.He flicked a couple switches and heard the familiar hiss of the neon lights out front blazing to life. After making sure the letters hadn’t burned out—nope, just as green as ever—he shut the door and went to make room for the Tuesday beer delivery.While he waited for the truck, he fired up his laptop and opened the e-mail program he’d created. Jackson Lawrence, a former Blood Wolf and good friend, had sent him a message utilizing the encryption software Ty formulated in high school. The encryption had come in handy when he’d joined the specialized military unit after graduation. Even now, no one had broken it.But there was always a first time.Ty decrypted the short message and cursed. Someone wanted the firewall he’d created. That was to be expected, since the invention would revolutionize digital security. Unfortunately, they’d made it personal when they attacked his friend.His wolf awakened, and a shot of irritation made his voice harsher than he intended when the buzzer sounded at his back door. “Don’t use the fire exit, Harold.”The delivery guy never failed to set off the alarm no matter how many times Ty showed him how to bypass it. But instead of the gruff, elderly man he expected, a statuesque brunette strode through the door.“You should get that fixed,” she remarked and plopped her luscious behind on an empty crate.Ty closed his laptop and set it aside. “We’re not open yet, Tolly.”“I know, hence me using the fire door. You need to call the fire department and let them know it’s a false alarm.” She smacked her gum and tapped her heels against the wooden crate.He narrowed his eyes at her. She did this shit on purpose, knowing he hated telephones, but he reached for the old-style rotary on his desk and dialed the number. While he waited, he covered the mouthpiece and spoke. “I should make you call. Your brother’s the fire chief after all.”Tolly grinned, displaying a mouthful of Big Red chewing gum, and continued tapping her heels. “Bryan hates me.”“Easy to see why,” Ty muttered.Tolly’s face fell, and guilt filled him. Before he could apologize, she burst into laughter. “Dude, your face. Priceless.”“What are you even doing here?” He held up a finger. “Yeah, Bryan. It’s Ty. Your sister set off the fire alarm again. Can you cancel it? Thanks, buddy.”After he hung up the phone, he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. “Back to my question. What are you doing here?”She mimicked his position, mocking the tone he’d used. “Don’t you mean ‘what the hell are you doing here’?”“I’m feeling magnanimous.”She lifted an eyebrow. “Oooh, big word.”“You still haven’t answered the question.” He swore sometimes talking to Tolly was like pulling teeth. Although, he’d probably enjoy the dentist chair better.She lowered her arms and leaned forward. He tried to ignore the way her tank top clung to her large breasts. “Can I pull a couple shifts this week? Business has been slow at the travel agency this month, and Margaret can’t afford to pay me until next week.”“When are you going to get a real job?”“I have a real job.”He tapped out a rhythm on his desk with his right hand. “I meant a job that pays.”Tolly bounced off the crate and approached him. Her jeans hugged every curve of her hips. A bit plump, with an ass that put the Kardashians’ to shame.Even Kim’s. And that was saying something.With her dark hair and doe eyes, Tolly could belong on the reality star’s family tree. But instead of manicures and expensive fashion, Tolly drove a motorcycle and enjoyed fishing. That didn’t stop him from envisioning her in a sexy scrap of lace and satin…Shit. No! Tolly was off-limits. Besides being a pain in his ass, she was his friend and sometimes-employee. Besides, she had no clue he was a wolf, and he planned to keep it that way.“Sooo,” Tolly planted her hands on the desk and bent down to his eye-level. “Greg told me Lucy dumped you.”He jerked his gaze from her breasts and reined in the impulse to lunge across the desk. “What are you doing talking to Greg?”“He called me. He’s thinking about taking a vacation.”Ty blinked. “Greg?”“Yes. Your brother. Gregory Harris. Name ring a bell?” She chuckled and swatted his arm. “Stop changing the subject. Why didn’t you tell me about Lucy?”Still reeling from the thought of his hermit brother going on vacation, he took a moment to answer. “Lucy doesn’t like the hours I work.”Tolly’s full lips tightened in a moue of disapproval. “You own a bar.”“Exactly.” Ty slapped his hands on the desk before throwing them over his head. “I can’t drop everything to take her to the movies every weekend.”“I never liked her anyway.” Tolly slid the phone aside and propped her hip on his desk. “Too much of a church slut.”Ty choked. “Excuse me?”Tolly rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean. Little Miss Holier-Than-Thou who sits in the front pew on Sundays after screwing behind a bar on Saturday night.”He fidgeted in his chair. “We did that once.”Tolly lifted an eyebrow.“Okay. Maybe twice.” He laughed away the embarrassment. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”Tolly smacked her gum. “Believe me, I wish I hadn’t. Anyhoo, I’m glad you’re rid of the Bible Thumper. That means you can go fishing with me Sunday.”“You want to borrow my bass boat.”Tolly grinned with a definite lack of repentance. “That too. I’ll bring the beer.”“I may not be able. An issue’s come up, and—”Tolly blew a raspberry. “Issues always come up with you.”“This is important though.”“So’s fishing.”

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