On The Prowl (A Steamy MMF Paranormal Tiger Shifter Menage Romance) by Evelyn Grey

 
     
    ABOUT THIS STORY…
     
    Tara Swift is a curvy woman suffering from a mid-life crisis. Still childless, and reeling from yet another failed relationship, she impulsively quits her job and decides to take a long hiking trip against the advice of her friends and family. The woods are a treacherous place, they warn her, especially for a lone woman.
     
    Stubbornly and with a broken heart, she sets off, fearless of what danger lurks ahead. Little does she know, however, that her delicious curves are about to catch the eye of a tiger—or rather, in this case, two of them. 
     
    Now, two sexy tigers are on the prowl for her luscious body, and a fight to the death looks to be the only way to settle this feud…
     
    Or is it?
     
    Tara’s determined she can convince them there’s another way...by letting them both take her hard, fast and without purr-tection AT THE SAME TIME!
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

     
    ON THE PROWL
     
    Everyone thought I was crazy when I decided to hike the Pacific Crest Trail from north to south. But sometimes, you just have to say to hell with it all and set out on an adventure.
    Especially after a bad breakup, like the one I had recently went through with Robbie. I thought I finally found a real partner, a man whom I could trust and would treat me well. But he turned out to be just another cheater, and not even a month after he dumped me I happened to see him kissing a young woman at a bar.
    After that, I had a lot of time to feel bad about myself—and seeing the crowds of happy young people downtown just added to my woes. I'd been a real stunner when I was younger, but now, well, not so much. My skinny figure had become fuller and curvier, more womanly. I didn’t mind the change; in fact, I embraced it, and loved how sexy and voluptuous I had become. Nevertheless, finding Robbie with a thin, cute young thing that looked half my age set off some doubts in my head. I wasn't twenty anymore, that was for sure.
    After a miserable couple of weeks I realized I needed to do some soul searching. I quit my job in Seattle and went to visit my mother in Tucson for a bit. After spending a lot of time in solitude, and hiking the nearby mountains, I decided I was ready to get on with my life again.
    And for better or for worse, I concluded that hiking the Pacific Crest Trail would not only be the best way to confront my failed-relationship demons, but also to take a step back and try to put into perspective who and what I was at nearly forty years of age. What better way to celebrate middle age than by taking a few months off to complete an epic hike along the West Coast?
    Sounded perfect to me.
    So why did everyone else think I was crazy? Every single one of my friends had tried to convince me not to do it; my mother was especially worried. But I had always been a stubborn one, and once I got a goal into my head, I followed through with it.
    I sighed, setting up my hammock again after a long day on the trail. It was nice being alone and having time to think, but I hadn't seen a single other person on the trail for days, and I was getting lonely. Just having someone to talk to would be nice.
    Of course, total solitude had its advantages as well. I pulled off my clothes and stuffed them into my hammock before ambling off to the nearby creek to bathe.
    I found a cold pool and sank in all the way to my neck, inhaling sharply as I felt the cold water rushing over my skin. I lathered up and washed myself.
    Then I suddenly stopped, my hands still soapy and tangled in my hair—my eye had caught something downstream from me: a tiger!  It had slowly emerged from the trees by the riverbank, and had paused at the edge of the water, dipping its snout down to drink.
    Oh my God. It was the second time I had seen a tiger thus far, and I was frightened. It looked like a male—big and sleek and muscular, with a stripe of black hair running down the center of its back. His exquisite face was richly colored