Roar Lover Roar: BBW Shape Shifter Mail Order Bride Romance & Paranormal Erotica Part 1 (Shifter Mail-Order Romance)

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    ROAR LOVER ROAR
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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    CHAPTER 1
     
                  Ameera took another sip of red wine, trying to ignore the slight tremble in her hand. The phone in her lap lit up and buzzed.
                  DON’T DO THIS! THERE’S STILL TIME!!!
                  It was Sasha. They had been best friends since pre- school. They told each other everything, and when Ameera told Sasha about her idea to register for a Mail-Order Bride, she royally flipped. But Ameera was so tired of searching. Tired of college guys groping her after just one date. Tired of waiting for an approval. When her old roommate first told her about the Mail-Order Bride site, she was appalled. But then she met Rohan, Cindy’s new husband, and started rethinking it.
                  Rohan was an old fashioned man. One that opened doors, picked up the check, even brought bouquets of flowers home for Cindy at random. Plus his looks weren’t too bad either. Not bad at all, really. He kept his dark hair shaggy, always falling in his emerald green eyes. His muscular arms were covered in dark, elaborate tattoos. Ones that spoke of mystery and enchantment of a world unknown.
                  After her last date ended in utter disaster, Ameera decided that it was worth giving it a shot. That was over six weeks ago. Now here she was, meeting her husband-to-be in the bar of her hotel. All she knew was that his name was Marcus, and he had paid to fly her first class to Sydney, Australia, and put her up in a suite in the Westin Hotel. As a junior in college who worked her way through school, Ameera was not used to this type of luxury. She had to admit though, a girl could get used to this.
                  She went to take another sip of wine and found her glass was empty. Sitting the glass down on the bar, she ordered another one and ran a hand through her chocolate brown curls. The clock above the bar read 8:08 p.m. He was late. Realizing she hadn’t eaten in hours, she picked at the bowl of peanuts, trying to ease both her hunger and nerves.
                  “Ameera?”
                  She turned to her left to find the owner of the deep Australian accented voice, and her draw dropped. In front of her stood the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen. At 5’8”, Ameera was a tall woman. But this guy was at least three inches taller than her, even in her heels. He had a five o’ clock shadow that ran along his strong jaw, highlighting his unusual eyes. He was heterochromatic: with the left eye green, and the right eye a bight hazel, almost gold. His muscular build was clad in a white button up shirt and dusty jeans. Realizing she had yet to say anything, she stammered out a hello.
                  “Hey! I mean hi, yes. That’s me. Are you Marcus?” She forgot that she had her heels resting on the low rung of her bar stool, and when she got up to shake his hand, fell unceremoniously towards him. Luckily for her, his aim was impeccable, preventing a fall that could have very well broken her nose.
                  “Well that was embarrassing!” She admonished after he had

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