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Wolf Heat (BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance)
     
    Dina Harrison
     
     
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                  Shauna drove with one hand on the wheel and the other on her phone with the GPS up. Because of where she was driving, her reception was spotty and she was nervous that she would lose her route and end up stranded with no phone and no direction. She was close to Canada, she knew that, and was deep into some state park she didn’t know the name of. Lake Superior was on her right, so she knew she was driving North… and she knew that if she got to the Minnesota – Canada border, she’d gone too far.
                  In her phone was the information for the man she’d been sent to see; he was an expert in hypnosis and holistic medicine, and Shauna was hoping he would be able to help her with… well, with whatever the fuck was happening to her.
                  The camping trip had been Belinda’s idea, and Shauna had never really been on board.
                  “Oh come on,” Belinda had pleaded. “It’ll be so much fun. We can kayak, hike, hang out and drink by the fire, maybe invite some townie guys over… what could be better?”
                  “What part of this body suggests that kayaking and hiking are selling points?” Shauna had, since college, been what her boyfriends and dates had described as “big and beautiful,” with full breasts, a thick waist, and an ass that took both hands to control. She had loved to watch her body fill out and felt bad for those stick thin waifs that were always running to and from the gym with a bottle of water and a saltine cracker in their hands, crying if they gained two ounces from anything other than water weight. In Shauna’s experience, men liked not only a little something to grab onto, but something to hold onto once they had grabbed it. And Shauna had never wanted for a man.
                  She had agreed to go camping with Belinda under two conditions: first, they would hit the townie bar every night to check out the locals. Two, if it rained, even once, they would get a hotel room and camp like civilized people. Belinda had agreed because she knew it was the only way to get Shauna to go, but Shauna knew she didn’t like it. Still, Shauna had the upper hand—the people who don’t give a shit always do—and they both knew it.
                  They had found a resort just outside of Grand Marias, and, once they had dragged all their gear onto the campsite and set everything up, had gone into town to see which bars had the action. The first bar they came across, Rusty’s Tin Rambler, was the place to be. Bikes lined across the front of the patio, and music blared from the open windows. There were enough people standing outside smoking to make anyone wonder why they had bothered to go “smoke-free” on the inside. And, when Shauna and Belinda pulled up in their pickup, the crowd of smokers parted as they walked through. Shauna knew they looked like the out-of-towners that they were, and she tried to add a little extra sway in her hips to try to look less like a stupid tourist and more like someone who could hold her own in any situation. She had no idea if it worked or not, but the smokers went back to their business and, when they went to stand at the bar, someone waited on them within just a few minutes.
                  The two women grabbed a table