Page 11 of Granny’s Christmas Shifters

“Because you’re becoming a wolf.”

“Figures.” My shoulders slump. “I’m guessing you don’t fuck wolves, do you?”

“Excuse me?”

I pout. “I don’t think I like this hell very much.”

“She’s in shock,” Bear says.

Dragon nods. “Why don’t you have a seat?”

“On your cock?” I ask hopefully.

Dragon shakes his head.

“Bummer.”

“We’re not going to take advantage of you any more than we already have. We only stripped you naked because your clothes got wet and you were freezing.”

I wiggle my eyebrows. “My clothes aren’t the only part of me that’s wet.”

The men chuckle.

“I’m losing my touch.” I sigh and pull my mind out of the gutter. “Am I going to sprout fur and howl at the moon?”

Wolf nods.

“Explain better, you dolt,” Dragon snaps at him.

Wolf grins. “Just remember you owe me.” He turns to me. “You’re not a wolf. You’re a wolf shifter.”

“Like my Run Little Wolf?”

Wolf frowns. “Excuse me?”

“I’m guessing none of you have read any of my books, have you? This really is author hell.”

“Um…” Wolf says.

“Let me guess,” Bear says. “Gertrude Keene?”

I perk up. “You’ve read me?”

He nods.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Dragon demands.

“She’s Gertrude Keene,” Bear says.

Dragon still looks lost.

“You can call me Gertie,” I tell him.

He nods.

Bear frowns. “I can’t believe we turned a best-selling author.”

Wolf gives me a once-over, which feels all nice and warm and sends pleasure straight down to my core. “Is turning a best-selling author better or worse than say, turning a grocery store clerk or a retiree?”