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insanely right to end up with my own imprisoned hot-as-sin shifter. I mean, I really did feel bad for him, and I meant it when I vowed to release him the moment I found out how, but until then, whoa . I'm going to enjoy watching him walk around with those low-slung jeans, that predatory air, those searing eyes, those lips, oh those lips...
    And. If I'm not mistaken, he wasn't completely unaffected by my own charms. I know that not every man has the taste for a full-figured woman, but forget the fools who don't. Forget assholes like Paul. Just ten minutes with Blake has completely reversed the dour mood I was in when I left NYC. Over the years I've fought my battles with my self-image. Sure, maybe my thighs are a little bigger than most women's, and I know I've got a tush that draws eyes from across the street. My tummy's soft, and my hips are wide, but these days a glass of wine, some good music and a hot man who digs me is all I need to feel as sexy as sin.
    Not that I've had much great sex recently. Paul might have a hot body, but there was something about the way he made love that always made me feel alone. As if he were doing me a favor when he fucked me. Fuck that. I'm done with men who think I should be grateful. From now on, I want more men like Blake. Men who look at me with a raw and dangerous hunger that makes me feel at once nervous, excited, and all kinds of crazy.
    Something tells me that Blake wouldn't be all slick and impersonal like that. He's all wolf. A bit clueless about social niceties – what's up with that bush of flowers he dumped on the floor? - but oh, the things I bet he can do with that tongue of his, those hands... He'd be fully present, his body burning up the room, with those muscles, oh those muscles...
    Imagining his body naked makes me think of the vibrator stashed in my luggage. With him walking around, that vibrator is going to be getting lots of use. That is, unless things work out between us... Oh boy. Smiling, I walk into Mama B's bedroom, and stop. My horniness washes away, and suddenly I feel all kinds of disrespectful. Here I am fantasizing about the hot wolf downstairs, and paying no mind to my departed grandma.
    "Sorry, Mama B," I say, drifting forward to sit on her bed. It's a massive four poster monstrosity, large enough for a family of six. I look around her room, taking in all the photographs, her desk, the ancient chest at the foot of the bed, the armchair by the window, her wardrobe and chest of drawers. Everything is silent. Mama B really is gone. With a heavy heart I open her letter. Draw forth the elegant sheet of paper, and hold it up to the light.
    Welcome to Honeycomb Hall, my love. You've no doubt met Mr. Hanscomb, who has covered all the boring particulars. He's a dear. Don't hesitate to reach out to him for help. Now, let's get down to the juicy parts. There's a certain wolf prowling around the premises who goes by the name of Blake. He is a handful, but I believe he'll be a perfect match for you. Now, don't go looking at this letter like that. Just because I'm dead doesn't mean I don't know what's best for you. Blake is a good man, a totally wild shifter, and were I fifty years younger, I wouldn't have saved him for you.
    I blink and look up. Goodness gracious, Mama B was quite the woman. It's eerie how she seemed to have known what was going to happen when she wrote this letter. Heart thumping, I read on.
    Now, as to your plans to turn Honeycomb Hall into a shifter bed and breakfast -
    I drop the letter and leap to my feet, staring at it as if it's a snake. OK, this isn't eerie, this is downright alarming. How does she know what I'm thinking? Is it such an obvious idea? I use the toe of my shoe to turn the letter toward me and read the next line. I think it's brilliant. This old house needs some life and laughter, some passion and energy. For too long the shadows have gathered here with the dust. Air it out, clean it up, and make some money!
    I crouch by the letter