Ready to Were : Shift Happens Series Book One. Dieser Artikel ist nicht verfügbar.
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Sprache: Englisch
Verlag: Peterman, Robyn, 2015
Serie: Buch 1 von 5 - Shift Happens
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- Titel
- Ready to Were : Shift Happens Series Book One
- Autor
- Peterma, Robyn
- Verlag
- Peterman, Robyn
- Erscheinungsjahr
- 2015
- Zustand
- Good
- Einband
- Softcover
- Sprache
- Englisch
- ISBN-10
- 0989496082
- ISBN-13
- 9780989496087
- Artikelgewicht
- 0,56 Pfund
- Abmessungen
- N/A
- Serie
- Buch 1 von 5: Shift Happens
I never planned on going back to Hung Island, Georgia. Ever.
I was a top notch Were agent for the secret paranormal Council and happily living in Chicago where I had everything I needed – a gym membership, season tickets to the Cubs and Dwayne – my gay, Vampyre best friend. Going back now would mean facing the reason I’d left and I’d rather chew my own paw off than deal with Hank.
Hank the Tank Wilson was the six foot three, obnoxious, egotistical, perfect-assed, best-sex-of-my-life, Werewolf who cheated on me and broke my heart. At the time, I did what any rational woman would do. I left in the middle of the night with a suitcase, big plans and enough money for a one-way bus ticket to freedom. I vowed to never return.
But here I am, trying to wrap my head around what has happened to some missing Weres without wrapping my body around Hank. I hope I don’t have to eat my words and my paw.
I was a top notch Were agent for the secret paranormal Council and happily living in Chicago where I had everything I needed – a gym membership, season tickets to the Cubs and Dwayne – my gay, Vampyre best friend. Going back now would mean facing the reason I’d left and I’d rather chew my own paw off than deal with Hank.
Hank the Tank Wilson was the six foot three, obnoxious, egotistical, perfect-assed, best-sex-of-my-life, Werewolf who cheated on me and broke my heart. At the time, I did what any rational woman would do. I left in the middle of the night with a suitcase, big plans and enough money for a one-way bus ticket to freedom. I vowed to never return.
But here I am, trying to wrap my head around what has happened to some missing Weres without wrapping my body around Hank. I hope I don’t have to eat my words and my paw.
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