CARRYING HIS HOT BIKER'S PUPS

k twelve-hour shifts for the next few weeks while he drank martinis and went surfin

friend in the area since the

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ool dude,"

nd Martin's problems with his ex-wife. By the end of the night, they'd both decided

d by everyone from strippers to shifters. Tom had always been a closed-minded and judgmental person, wrinkling his nose in disgust e

ith ads for a dating app for men to meet other male shifters. The app was called "ShiftMyShaft," and it was a huge success. He was surpr

e as he realized what it was. Perhaps what he really desired was a family that did not follow the majority's rules and regulations. People who were judgmental, like Tom, didn'

ose not to. This was to be his personal secret. If he liked it, that's great; he can tell the rest of the world about it. And even if he didn't, no one would know the difference. Still, succumbing to his temptations would f

the baddest man he'd ever seen smirked at him, his long dark hair framing his face. He wore a leather vest and a well-groomed goatee. In addition, he was ripped. He had the kind

. This was the shifter he attempted to hook up with. He set about finding his most rebellious-looking picture for his

is message

. Meet at the downtown shifter c

hook up. Fangs was teeming with the kind of unsavory creatures that made

ss town to get to Fangs by 6 p.m. He chose a tank top that showed off his perfect biceps; not bul

ere?" "Martin inquire

vengeance," An