The Lion’s Mail Order Menage

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Blurb:

A paranormal, lion shifter romance novel. Part 2 in the Otherworldly Triangles series. Werelions Caleb and Tyler have been inseparable since cubs, and have been through thick and thin together. Now that they’re old enough to mate, they find themselves unimpressed with the local prospects and want something different.

When they get the idea to order two mail order brides from a website, they sensed that this is what they needed to find some excitement. But nothing prepared them for what happened next! Meena showed up at their doorstep by herself because her friend bailed at the last second.

They could’ve called the whole thing off, but instead Caleb and Tyler just decided to go ahead and welcome her as part of a threesome. Meena hadn’t planned on becoming part of a menage, but could this unexpected turn of events turn into something she never knew she wanted? One thing is for certain, things are about to get really exciting… Get answers in this werelion romance book by Jade White.

Chapter 1

“Caleb!  Hey, Caleb!  What are you doing out on the landing, huh?  Why the hell would you want to sit out here for?  It’s so dang hot!  Too hot.  We’ve got to move some place else, some place nice, like Hawaii.  What would you think about that, huh, buddy?  We’ll get ourselves a fancy little place right by the water, live like little kids.  What do you say?  We could leave tomorrow.   Hell, we could leave tonight, leave right this minute.”

“We can’t, Tyler.  That’s crazy.”

“Why’s it crazy?  Tell me how come it is and I’ll tell you how come it isn’t.”

“Because our moms wouldn’t like it, that’s one reason.”

“Ha!  Our moms?  Don’t be a mama’s boy, OK?  Just promise me you won’t do that.”

“I’m not!  I just care about other people’s feelings, that’s all.”

“Nope, not a good enough reason.  Give me another reason why we shouldn’t just go right now.”

“We just can’t.”

“Not a reason!  I want reasons, buddy boy, or I’m just gonna have to drag you off with me, kicking and screaming and lord have mercy, whatever else you decide to kick up.”

“Now you sound like your mom,” Caleb muttered with a wicked grin, knowing that it would be pretty much the last thing Tyler would want to hear.  He was right.  In no time flat, his rambunctious best friend had shimmied up the fire escape onto the narrow little landing that passed as a kind of a balcony (at least that’s what Caleb’s mother liked to call it; it was something his father constantly and mercilessly made fun of her for).

The first thing he did when he got up there was beat his chest and crow like a rooster.  The second was snatch the cigarette out of Caleb’s mouth and take it for his own, and the third was to punch him square in the shoulder. 

Tyler wasn’t a boy to punch half-heartedly, either.  When he punched, he played for keeps.  Caleb let out a little howl, totally sure that there was going to be a bruise the next morning.  There wasn’t any point in saying anything, though, not really.  It wouldn’t make any kind of a difference.  Tyler, even though he was a little boy, didn’t care much for other people’s weaknesses. 

On a good day he found them funny, on a bad day, infuriating.  He was a wild boy with a big heart and a big temper and Caleb loved him as much as he could have loved any blood brother.  More.  He loved him completely and without boundaries.  He was, in many ways, in awe of his friend.  He wanted to be just like him, at least most of the time. It was just that Tyler was so much braver, so ready to jump into the thick of things, and Caleb was always on the edge of his seat waiting to see what kind of crazy sh*t he was going to do next. 

Theirs was a complicated relationship, but in many ways it felt like the simplest thing in the world.  Where Tyler went, Caleb followed.  When Tyler spoke, Caleb listened and even if he put up a fight, in the end Tyler would get his way and they both knew it.  It almost made things easy.

“What’d you do that for?”

“Aw, come on.  Don’t be such a baby.  You knew you had it coming.  You can’t tell a guy he’s sounding like his mom and not expect to get popped.  You’re lucky it was just one.  I could’ve really wailed on you, but I didn’t.  That’s what we like to call restraint.”

“OK, I get it.  You don’t sound like your mom.  Never have, never will.”

“Good.  That’s what I like to hear.  I may even forgive you, at this rate.”

“Do you really think we could go to Hawaii?  How would we get there?  You can’t just hop on a bus, and nobody is going to give us plane tickets.  We’re only twelve.  Nobody gives plane tickets to twelve year olds.”

“They will if we pay for them, but it don’t matter.  I don’t want to go to Hawaii anymore.”

“You don’t?” Caleb asked in mild surprise. 

Even after how intensely Tyler had seemed to want to make the journey, Caleb’s surprise was only mild because this kind of drastic switch was pretty much par for the course for his friend.  One minute he would be attached to an idea, or sometimes to a person, with every fiber of his being, and the next he would be off the idea, scoffing at it as if it hadn’t been his plan in the first place. 

It was just an unspoken agreement that Caleb wouldn’t mention these inconsistencies and many times, that he would even take responsibility for the now offending idea.  Reminding Tyler that the idea had always been his wasn’t near as important as keeping the peace, something that was sort of a full time job when it came to his friend.

He had the ability to switch from mood to mood with a suddenness that was overwhelming and, sometimes, completely unnerving.  Caleb liked it, though.  It made things more exciting.  He felt like he was the lucky passenger, the supporting character in an action film who was just along for the ride.

“So Hawaii’s not so great, huh?”

“Nah,” Tyler said, sitting beside Caleb and dangling his feet over the edge of the landing, “not so great as all of that.  People are stuck up when they live there, you know?  Think they’re somehow better, think they live in the best place on earth.  Just because they’ve got all of their beaches and white sands and sh*t.  Think it makes them the cat’s fu*king meow.”

“The best place?  Haven’t they ever been to New York?  Ain’t no way they can claim a place is the best until they’ve been to our city.”

“Exactly!” Tyler shouted excitedly, clapping Caleb on the back with a series of rough thumps. 

Caleb winced, but smiled just the same.  It’s not like he was surprised.  He knew that was how it would go.  He had known Tyler from practically the moment of birth and that meant he had twelve years of friendship under his belt.