Ready to Were by Robyn PetermanJustine's rating: 5 of 5 stars
I bought and read this novella when it originally appeared in the Three Southern Beaches collection released July of 2014. Which is kind of a big deal, because anyone who knows me, knows I hate anthologies. They are never consistent, usually only giving one great story. And this was the standout read in Southern Beaches.
This is an extended version of that story. I did reread it for this review, not that it was a hardship. It was just as fabulous the second time. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, Robyn Peterman’s raunchy sense of humor and she didn’t disappoint. Though I did not notice any difference from the first time I read it. *shrugs* Still damn good.
5 Raunchy Were-Fairies
Ready to Were (Shift Happens Series #1)
by Robyn Peterman (Goodreads Author)
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.
***This novella originally appeared in the Three Southern Beaches collection released July of 2014. This is an extended version of that story.
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.
***This novella originally appeared in the Three Southern Beaches collection released July of 2014. This is an extended version of that story.
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