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He Ain't Lion by Celia Kyle
He Ain't Lion by Celia Kyle












He Ain

An extra chapter at the end would've been nice to rub the ex's face in it with her sexy new mate. I'm grateful that there are no cheesy I Love Yous, just "everlasting love, someday… just not quite yet" which is far more realistic after what she thought would be one wonderfully energetic one-night stand to get over her unappreciative ex-boyfriend. “You are absolutely perfect, just the way you are.” “You ass-sniffing, butt-crack licking, litter box-using fuckhole!” When Maya's finally clued into her situation she utters some inventive swearing at the man responsible. Like, really.” She knew she hadn’t just woken up this morning, and decided, “Hey, let’s be a cannibal today. Maya licked her lips and swallowed the pooling saliva in her mouth “Carly, there’s something really, really wrong with me. And they all looked so delicious, reminded that growly-prowly sensation in her mind, seemingly interested in several of the individuals perusing the produce section. She doesn't act on them so it's okay to laugh.Īs the smell of raw meat tempted her, called to her, she could hear the heartbeat of every passing shopper. All hers!Įven her cannibalistic thoughts are funny. Maya growled at anyone that got too close.

He Ain

Part of her balked at her sudden, insatiable craving for meat, but the other part, the stronger part that seemed to be prowling, dragging its nails inside her brain, told her to grab it all and eat it raw, bathe in the blood to feed her hunger. Because chicken, fish, and pork, just weren’t gonna cut it. Reaching the back section of the store, she stared at the plethora of beef before her. She has no idea what is happening to her. I enjoyed Maya's transformation difficulties. She had big hips, big thighs, and big breasts, all of which added up to a big woman. But tonight was not the night for lovin’ with the female persuasion, though. Hell, even some of the ladies were giving Maya the same lustful glances.

He Ain

At least, that’s what their gazes told her. The men here certainly seemed to like a girl with some cushion for the pushin’. And there are no premature I Love Yous with the Happy Ever After! Despite He Ain't Lion's rocky and repetitive start, it delivers the funny in spades with inventive swearing and crazy canibalistic thoughts, and dishes up a sexy, but self-conscious, plus-sized main character who upon meeting and bedding the alpha male of a lion shifter pride, transforms from a human female into a fierce and hungry shapeshifting alpha lioness.














He Ain't Lion by Celia Kyle