Loving Ladies: Book Five

By Alis Mitsy

Devyn and Gloria are a wolf and fennec fox couple that are more than a little bit crazy about one another. It's not a perfect relationship but they know how to weather the storms with one another, coming together for the beauty and support that is being in a relationship - or at least their kind of relationship. And, being engaged, that's the only kind of relationship that they ever want to be in.

But Christmas is meant to be shared with each other and sweetness can rise through the chill of the season, beauty in art coming to a head with the love brimming over in their hearts for a tantalising, sweet encounter that warms their bones through and through.

They only know one another in love and romance.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alis Mitsy
• Release date: Dec 22, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463052624

Alis Mitsy

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Loving Ladies

Book Five

Alis Mitsy

This work is copyrighted under the pen name of Alis Mitsy as of 2019.

This story may be published under other pen names belonging to the author.

All acts and characters are works of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is coincidental.

It was never easy to cut back on staff and even more so when some of the furs that had to be let go of were friends and, if on varying levels, colleagues. Gloria sighed and tugged the fleece collar of her coat up, ducking into the bitter wind as she trudged down the street. Her booted hind paws crunched over frozen debris, the temperature dropping low enough to render the ground crisp even before the clock had struck a suitably late hour by her reckoning.

She swayed and stumbled over the toe of her own boot, muttering something that even she would not have repeated to fairer ears to a curse that surely had to be following her. Her head buzzed, not unpleasantly, and the fox licked her lips, tasting the fruit of Christmas cocktails all over again. At least those had tasted good. Yet perhaps attending the company holiday party, during the course of which she’d had a few more drinks than had been strictly necessary to put in an appearance, had not been the best idea she’d had of late.

She rolled her eyes. ‘Holiday Party’. That was what they’d called it. Like any furs she managed would even want to go to a fecking party after their colleagues had been laid off from the company! They said that their jobs were not needed anymore, yet anyone with half a brain cell could see the strain it put on her remaining staff. Half of them