Southern Shifters: Bear Sentry (Kindle Worlds Novella) (The Enforcers Book 2) Read Online Free
Book: Southern Shifters: Bear Sentry (Kindle Worlds Novella) (The Enforcers Book 2) Read Online Free
Author: Ruby Shae
never find a mate, but maybe it was time to find a mate for a night. What the hell was she saving herself for anyway? A life alone? She was sick of holding the table, watching the drinks, and accepting pity dances from random acquaintances.
It was time to have some fun.
An hour later, she emerged from the bathroom squeaky clean and silky smooth. After rubbing lotion over her entire body, she dug into the back, hidden corner of her closet and retrieved the items she’d purchased last year on a whim, but never wore.
The black lace bra and panty set highlighted her light, creamy skin, and when she looked at her reflection in the mirror, she was pleased to find she wasn’t repulsive. The dark, denim mini skirt and black patent leather go-go boots both fit her like a glove, and she finished the outfit with a black, form-fitting tank top. The top accentuated her large breasts and clung to her curves, leaving nothing to the imagination.
Any man that asked her to dance, and hopefully more, would know exactly what he was getting when her clothes came off.
A glance in the mirror reminded her she should have enlisted Monica to do her hair, but she pulled out the curling iron anyway. She was determined to have some sort of style, even if it was one long curl on the side of her head. While the iron heated, she pulled a small container of body glitter out of the medicine cabinet.
The sparkly gel had been another impulse buy that she’d never had the guts to use. She rubbed the gel into her forehead and cheeks, and then smoothed the excess around the corners of her eyes and into her hair. She also added sparkles to her shoulders, biceps, chest and neck.
Make-up wasn’t something she ever bothered with, but she completed the look with a layer of clear, shiny lip-gloss. When the iron was ready, she wrapped random locks of hair around the hot tube, and the fun result surprised her.
Her phone chimed, signaling a text message, and she smiled when she saw Monica’s name.
Everyone is here. Where are you?
For the first time in their long friendship, she’d kept everyone waiting.
Running late. I’ll meet you at the bar.
She held onto the phone and looked at herself in the full-length mirror.
What are you wearing? Is it sexy and low-cut?
Even though the woman was predictable, Violet still laughed out loud when she read her friend’s message. She’d never worn anything Monica hadn’t tried to fix before they went out.
Sexy and sexy! I’ll see you soon.
She shoved her phone, keys, credit card and ID into the small, black bag she’d bought to match the boots, but on her way out the door she stopped and looked in the mirror again. Doubt started to chip away at her confidence, and for the first time that night, she contemplated changing.
No! I look fantastic, and I’m going to have some fun!
Determined, she ran out the door, jumped into her car, and carefully maneuvered the vehicle along the tight, winding curves of the Dragon. The long, curvy road was the only way to get to the nearly hidden Dark Moon Roadhouse nestled on the other side.
Chapter Three
Jase woke a few hours later and glanced at his phone. He’d slept for nearly three hours and the diner he’d visited earlier was now closed. Food sounded good, but a hard, stiff drink sounded better. After a quick shower, he put on a clean, unwrinkled t-shirt, followed by the rest of his clothes, and made his way to the lobby of the hotel.
One of the cats who had checked him in still manned the desk.
“Good evening, Mr. Wagner,” she said, smiling up at him. “How can I help you?”
“Please tell me you guys have a bar, or someplace I can get some hard liquor,” he said.
The woman smiled knowingly and purred, but he ignored the obvious hint. He wasn’t interested in anyone but his mate.
But she’s not your mate.
“The Dark Moon Roadhouse is the only bar in town,” she said, clearly annoyed with his lack of interest. “You
It was time to have some fun.
An hour later, she emerged from the bathroom squeaky clean and silky smooth. After rubbing lotion over her entire body, she dug into the back, hidden corner of her closet and retrieved the items she’d purchased last year on a whim, but never wore.
The black lace bra and panty set highlighted her light, creamy skin, and when she looked at her reflection in the mirror, she was pleased to find she wasn’t repulsive. The dark, denim mini skirt and black patent leather go-go boots both fit her like a glove, and she finished the outfit with a black, form-fitting tank top. The top accentuated her large breasts and clung to her curves, leaving nothing to the imagination.
Any man that asked her to dance, and hopefully more, would know exactly what he was getting when her clothes came off.
A glance in the mirror reminded her she should have enlisted Monica to do her hair, but she pulled out the curling iron anyway. She was determined to have some sort of style, even if it was one long curl on the side of her head. While the iron heated, she pulled a small container of body glitter out of the medicine cabinet.
The sparkly gel had been another impulse buy that she’d never had the guts to use. She rubbed the gel into her forehead and cheeks, and then smoothed the excess around the corners of her eyes and into her hair. She also added sparkles to her shoulders, biceps, chest and neck.
Make-up wasn’t something she ever bothered with, but she completed the look with a layer of clear, shiny lip-gloss. When the iron was ready, she wrapped random locks of hair around the hot tube, and the fun result surprised her.
Her phone chimed, signaling a text message, and she smiled when she saw Monica’s name.
Everyone is here. Where are you?
For the first time in their long friendship, she’d kept everyone waiting.
Running late. I’ll meet you at the bar.
She held onto the phone and looked at herself in the full-length mirror.
What are you wearing? Is it sexy and low-cut?
Even though the woman was predictable, Violet still laughed out loud when she read her friend’s message. She’d never worn anything Monica hadn’t tried to fix before they went out.
Sexy and sexy! I’ll see you soon.
She shoved her phone, keys, credit card and ID into the small, black bag she’d bought to match the boots, but on her way out the door she stopped and looked in the mirror again. Doubt started to chip away at her confidence, and for the first time that night, she contemplated changing.
No! I look fantastic, and I’m going to have some fun!
Determined, she ran out the door, jumped into her car, and carefully maneuvered the vehicle along the tight, winding curves of the Dragon. The long, curvy road was the only way to get to the nearly hidden Dark Moon Roadhouse nestled on the other side.
Chapter Three
Jase woke a few hours later and glanced at his phone. He’d slept for nearly three hours and the diner he’d visited earlier was now closed. Food sounded good, but a hard, stiff drink sounded better. After a quick shower, he put on a clean, unwrinkled t-shirt, followed by the rest of his clothes, and made his way to the lobby of the hotel.
One of the cats who had checked him in still manned the desk.
“Good evening, Mr. Wagner,” she said, smiling up at him. “How can I help you?”
“Please tell me you guys have a bar, or someplace I can get some hard liquor,” he said.
The woman smiled knowingly and purred, but he ignored the obvious hint. He wasn’t interested in anyone but his mate.
But she’s not your mate.
“The Dark Moon Roadhouse is the only bar in town,” she said, clearly annoyed with his lack of interest. “You
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