Furocious: BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance Read Online Free

blunt. My eyes widened. “Ok, Granny, I can see you are feeling much, much better. You must be to ask about that!”
    A share-were pact was where two male shifters shared a woman, physically and emotionally. A pact was not uncommon among male shifters, especially those that were very close—something Kyle and Monty were definitely not.
    “Well, just asking,” Gran said. “I mean, why not? It seems to be working quite nicely for Emma Morgan’s granddaughter, Alicia.”
    Emma Morgan was a resident of Werewolf Haven. She was my boss, Alicia’s, grandmother and a friend of my Gran’s. Gran had met Emma when Alicia invited me to bring a guest to a big party to celebrate her togetherness with Franco and Marco, her two sexy wolf shifters. I brought Gran. Alicia’s grandmother was at the party and the two elderly women had hit it off. Now they chatted often and visited one another on occasion.
    “You’re a pretty woman. And you’re certainly sassy enough for two men,” Gran said firmly.
    “You’re such a sweetheart, Gran.” Granny always told me how beautiful I was. She had always been my biggest cheerleader.
    “ And you got the curvy, sexy body the men like,” Granny cupped her breast with her hand.
    “Granny!” I could feel a little blush flaming up my neck. I rolled my eyes and avoided looking at Kyle and Monty. It wasn’t like they hadn’t already seen and even sampled the goods, but still. It was a little embarrassing having one’s grandmother point them out.
    “You two men look very nice and you are both certainly very good looking,” Granny continued. “If it was me, I wouldn’t know which of you to pick.” She looked at Monty, “tall, dark and handsome or…” She looked at Kyle, “blonde, built and cute as a button. So I hope you have a share-we…”
    “Ok Granny,” I interrupted. “I think they get the idea.”
    “Thanks,” Monty said, taking Grandma’s free hand and giving it a light kiss. “It’s a pleasure meeting you.”
    “Yes, thank you ma’am,” Kyle chimed in, flashing Granny a toothy grin.
    Granny’s face lit up, a bright smile crossing her wrinkled complexion.
    It’s a pleasure meeting you and thank you ma’am? Sassy grins and hand kisses? Where the heck did all this pleasantness come from? Hard to believe just a short two hours ago these two had been rolling in the streets slapping each other upside the head.
    “Well, Gran, I’m sorry you’re in this pickle,” I said, changing the topic. “So you were setting up your booth at the craft show and then you tripped?”
    “Not exactly,” Granny said, frowning.
    “Okay, tell us, what exactly happened?”
    “Well, I was setting up my bake table at the craft fair.”
    “Uh huh.”
    “And I had outdone myself this time. I had decided to just do a cupcake table—no pies, cakes, fudge, brownies—nothing but cupcakes. And oh, I had some yummy cupcakes.”
    “What kind did you have Gran?” I loved hearing about her tasty treats.
    “The question isn’t what I had. It’s what kind didn’t I have?” Granny said smugly.
    “Yum…” I licked my lips, thinking of Granny’s cupcake confections. They were always delicious, with heavenly batters and melt in your mouth icing that had you salivating for more.
    “Well, since you asked, I had butter rum, red velvet, peanut butter truffle, rainbow sprinkle, double chocolate, carrot cake, lemon drop, pumpkin spice, banana walnut…”
    “Stop, Gran, you’re driving me crazy wanting a cupcake!”
    Granny grinned. She knew I loved her treats. “I had them all set up on the folding table but one tray. I went to the truck to get the last batch. It was my new special strawberry with cream cupcake.”
    Granny licked her lips, “they were perfect; vanilla cake with luscious strawberries mixed in and freshly made whipped cream on top, capped with a rich, ripe berry. I was admiring how pretty they looked as I walked the tray with them over to my stand…”
    “And then you