When He Was Bad
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 Shelly Laurenston

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And Grandma Belle had been one smart lady.
Cain pulled back a bit and stared down at her. A very, very short engagement, baby.
Happiness made her lips curl. Agreed.
The sooner, the better. She couldnt wait to spend all of her days and all of her nights with the man whod saved her from death, whod given her pleasure, and whod taught her that it wasnt always the beasts that a woman needed to fear.
Miranda stared into his eyes and whispered, You know, Ive really always been a cat person.
He laughed and lowered his head to nuzzle her throat. Good, baby, because this cat has claimed you, and youre not getting away.
And neither was he.
Life with him would be one hell of an adventure.
Jaguar. Man. Lover.
Hers.
Sometimes life could be very, very good.