Geek Bearing Gifts (BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance): A BBW in search of love + A sexy shifter who secretly loved her = Smokin' Roaring Romance (Paranormal Dating Agency Book 2)

PARANORMAL DATING AGENCY

USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR

MILLY TAIDEN

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are fictitious or have been used fictitiously, and are not to be construed as real in any way. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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Geek Bearing Gifts

Copyright © 2014 by Milly Taiden

Edited by Melinda Fulton

Cover by Willsin Rowe

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Property of Milly Taiden September 2014 

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FOR
Twice the Growl

“There is comedy, idiotic ex's, hot new lovers, and an elderly matchmaker. It was great and I enjoyed it and am even looking forward to the next one!”

—
Theresa Esterline, I Heart Books

“Milly Taiden gives every woman their dream! To hunks that are solely focused on one woman in every aspect, especially sexual satisfaction. It's a sweet, lusty tale that delivers a hot, erotic story and with characters that you would really like to know up close and personal.”

—
Fran, Twin Sisters Rockin’ Book Review

“One shifter is good but two is panty changing reading. Forget that just leave them off as you read Twice The Growl
.”

—
Barb Hicks, Bad Barb’s Reviews

—For My Readers

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And to Nita...Hope you love the Geek Bear

“So tell me what you’re looking for,” Mrs. Wilder said. She placed a large tray of cookies, biscuits and coffee on the table in front of Nita Islas. Nita’s hands shook a little and she swiped her sweaty palms on her pants. There was no reason to be nervous, but she couldn’t stop the slight shake of her leg.

“Well...”
She hesitated. How to explain? She’d had such a strange relationship with the opposite sex that there was not much there. What she looked for? More than she’d ever had. Probably ever would, but she’d try anyway.

“Come on, girl
.” Mrs. Wilder, clucked her tongue, motioning with a hand for her to get on with it.

This wasn’t relationship analysis 101 and if that were the case, they’d need way more than a few hours, and way more than a tray of cookies. A full
gallon-sized bottle of vodka would be a good start. It wasn’t that she was emotionally scarred by a previous bad relationship or anything like that. That, at least, would have been a sound explanation for her problem. She was okay getting physically close, but emotions were another thing.

Mrs. Wilder
took a seat across from her with a notepad, tucking her feet under her long eyelet peasant skirt. “I told you I had someone in mind for you, but I called you in to give me more details of what you’re looking for.”

Pulsing soreness started in the back of her head. Nice. She didn’t need a migraine. All because she wanted to find a man now that her cousin Tally had fallen in love. Nita felt lonely most of the time that she spent with her cousin and the two men
Tally shared her life with.

“It’s not that simple.”
It really wasn’t. She’d been shy for so much of her youth that when she finally started to accept the fact that she was never going to be a skinny girl, she’d already reached adulthood. By then she’d decided to hell with romance and just set on a path of learning about embracing her sexuality. That had been all great and good but she hadn’t had any deep meaningful relationships with men other than her best friend in high school. And he didn’t count.

“
Let’s get down to business. What are you looking for? A hookup? Two men? Marriage, babies and picket fence? Are you looking for a man to do some naughty things to you while you’re tied up?”

“Mrs. Wilder!” She gasped. Damn, she hadn’t expected that.
All that internal brooding had made her forget Mrs. Wilder could ask some off-the-wall questions. Tally had told her that Mrs. Wilder was not the usual elderly woman, but geez.

“I don’t have all day, you know. I need my beauty sleep,”
Mrs. Wilder said. With her new flipped bob and perfect makeup on her wrinkleless features, she was hot for whatever her age was. Mrs. Wilder followed up her words with a smile and picked up her coffee. “You strike me as a woman who knows what she wants.”

Nita thought about that for a moment
, panic rising in her chest. She did know what she wanted, usually. The best relationship she’d ever had with the opposite sex hadn’t been sexual. It had been open. Honest. Trusting. Did that make her a freak?

“I want a man to want me for me.”
Hearing the words come out of her mouth made her wince. A troubled knot tightened around her heart, clasping her normal self-assurance in a vice grip. “I wasn’t wanted by boys growing up. Most girls didn’t want to be around the fat girl. When someone did take the time to talk to me, they wanted something, and that something was usually to make fun of me.”

Except for
Ky. He’d never done that. All right, she really needed therapy.

Mrs. Wilder’s previous smile dropped. The color of her eyes turned a bright blue. Almost icy. Her features tightened and an animalistic noise sounded from her. “Tell me that someone stopped all that.”

She nodded her head up and down like a bobblehead, worried about Mrs. Wilder getting so upset. “Yes, my mother was very active in my school. I also had some great teachers who were always watching out for me. Even an old friend that encouraged me daily.”

“Okay
.” Mrs. Wilder breathed in deep, her face returning to her human side.

“So you see, I want a man that will be interested in me as a person. Not just for sex. Not for money, which I don’t have. Not for whatever he might think he can get out
of me. I want to be wanted for the woman inside. And I sure as hell want to be wanted sexually too.”

Mrs. Wilder cocked her head to the side, staring at her with her soulful eyes
. “Darling, there are many sides to you. Your beauty, your body, your wit, your abilities at work. What do you want to focus on if anything in particular?”

She leaned back on the sofa
, the seat dipping under her butt. The leather squeaked with the weight of her body. “I want more than sex. Don’t get me wrong, sex is great.”

Mrs. Wilder snorted
, her eyes turned bright with amusement. Her lips twisted in a smirk and a small dimple showed on her right cheek. She appeared even younger when she smiled. “Sex is amazing when done correctly. Especially if he can figure out how to be all alpha and make your legs shake.”

Oh, damn!
She choked on the cookie she’d taken a bite of, chocolate spewing from her lips with each cough. She picked up a napkin and tried to clear her throat. Mrs. Wilder was a freak.

“
Right. Yes, I’m not saying I don’t want hot sex. Hell, I’d love some hot sex. I haven’t had good sex in a long time,” she mumbled, feeling all kinds of uneasy after saying that to Mrs. Wilder.

Mrs. Wilder raised her brows high
. Her blue eyes went into a dark sapphire color and there was a hint of confusion in them. “I thought you wanted more than sex?”

Great. Now she wasn’t just confusing herself with all this
, poor Mrs. Wilder looked like she was ready to pull her hair out. “I want to be able to connect with someone more than physically. I want to feel the comfort of having that...”

“That?”
Mrs. Wilder asked, her gaze probing.

How to explain it? “That feeling like you’re meant for each other. That
there are no secrets between you. I want a relationship, I don’t want a booty call.”

“Okay
!” Mrs. Wilder exclaimed and then wrote in a leather notebook. “Now we’re getting somewhere. No booty calls for Nita.” She glanced up from the notebook. “I do hope you will want sex once you establish this man is right for you?”

“Um, yes.”

She thought back to her last boyfriend, if she could call him that. They’d met up whenever, had dinner or drinks and sex. The memory of their sex made her flinch. Nothing to write home about. Though he’d tried to breach the distance she’d always placed between them, eventually he gave up. That’s how it always happened. She needed to be with someone who brought trust and comfort out in her so she didn’t have her guard up.

“So why is it so hard for you to find the right man?”
Mrs. Wilder tossed the question out of left field.

Boy, when she hit with
a question, she hit hard. “I don’t know.”

Mrs. Wilder rolled her eyes.
For an old lady, she had a very youthful and bitchy personality. She reminded her of her cousin Tally.

“Yes, you do
,” Mrs. Wilder declared, her voice more assertive than that of Nita’s worst high school teacher.

Talk about bossy. If she weren’t so hopeful that she would match her to a halfway decent guy, she wouldn’t be there talking about sex with a woman as old as her mom. “
All right, it’s because I refuse to get too emotionally attached. Plus most of my past boyfriends said I’m kind of distant,” she grumbled, breaking the cookie on her plate into tiny crumbs. “Whatever that means.”

“It means you need to let shit go and open your heart to love
,” Mrs. Wilder said, point blank. “Are you willing to do that? Take a chance on a good guy. If you don’t, you won’t ever find what you’re looking for.”

Shit. The old woman was right.
She knew it too. That smug smile on her lips said it all. Mrs. Wilder had just pointed out Nita’s biggest issue and it was up to her now to fix it.

“I can do it.” Even if it killed her. She didn’t want to live in the meaningless sex realm any longer. She wanted love. Emotions. She wanted happiness.
Ah, what the hell, she wanted marriage and babies too.

“Then I think my first choice for you is probably the right one.” Mrs. Wilder grinned.

“So tell me again, where you’re going?” Tally asked from her side of the phone line, her voice loud and clear bounced around the interior of the car through the Bluetooth connection.

Nita glanced
at her rearview mirror for the millionth time and sighed. She grimaced, ready to lie to her cousin even though she didn’t want to. She hated lies with a passion. In fact, just the thought of lying to Tally made her stomach burn with discomfort. She knew she was a sucky liar, so she preferred not to do it. Plus, lies always got people in trouble. Every single time.

It wasn’t that Tally would judge
. Not at all. But she already felt like an idiot because she was thinking of going out of her way to go on a date with one of the shifters from Mrs. Wilder’s Paranormal Dating Agency.

She’d
allowed herself to be roped into a multiple day date. Not that she’d ever heard of one of those before. Nor ever done it in her life. The acid in her stomach burned up to her throat. She should have eaten something before her drive, but excitement had made it impossible. Mrs. Wilder had been very particular about keeping details of who her date was concealed. When she finally gave her the details, Nita’d been ready to hit the road for the mountains.

“I don’t want you to have any preconceived notions going in,” she’d said. “This is something new and you’re both going to have to trust my judgment.”

Trusting her judgment had strangely been easier than she would’ve expected. Maybe it was her hope for Mrs. Wilder to be right.  Her words had told her one thing. Unlike Tally, she’d be getting one date and not two. Which was okay with Nita. She didn’t think she had the patience to deal with two growly Alpha males.

“I’m just going to have a mini vacation for a few days
,” she lied. If all went well, she’d have a few days with a guy that might be the man of her dreams. Or a match made in hell. Whatever the deal, she’d only brought a few days’ worth of clothes so she had an excuse to leave should she need it. Besides, she had a full week of Shark Week and Naked and Afraid on her DVR that she’d yet to watch.

She winced. She’d have to remember
to make sure not to mention that to her date. The last guy she’d gone out with had given her a laundry list of reasons why watching any reality show was going to destroy all her smart brain cells. She’d wanted to tell him that his rant had killed any semblance of sexual spark in her. Other than the amazing drinks the bartender kept bringing her way, the date had been more uncomfortable than a visit to a new GYN.

She had high hopes for
this new guy though. Mrs. Wilder had been so excited to match her up it had given Nita a big ego boost.

Apparently there were men out there who liked really curvy Latinas with a chocolate addiction
and a bit of a sarcasm problem. Who knew?

“You do not leave your
doctor without an assistant. Ever. So this is just...not normal,” Tally replied, her tone sharper than usual with what sounded like worry.

Nita could imagine her cousin frowning as she spoke on the other end of the line.
Tally knew her better than anyone. Nita was happy to have a good time any time, but when it came to her job, she had a strict ‘no fucking up rule’.