Curse Of The Were-Woman

By Alyson Belle

Be careful who you take home, because you never know what you might catch from a stranger...
Chad Mason has what looks like the perfect life from the outside: the hot, chiseled body of a surfer, an exciting job as a firefighter, and a different woman in his bedroom every night. But lately Chad’s perfect setup doesn’t feel so perfect to him anymore. Isn’t there more to life than this? Something is missing, and he can’t put his finger on what it is.
When a smoking-hot redhead named Mina corners him in a bar and demands Chad’s attention, he immediately notices there’s something different about her... a hunger in her eyes that he’s irresistibly attracted to. He takes her back home, hoping that this might be the girl who can finally snap him out of his funk. Mina is exactly as wild in bed as Chad expected, and things get so kinky that Mina leaves him with a bite hard enough to draw blood before vanishing into the early morning dawn.
But that bite isn’t all she left him with... Chad quickly discovers to his horror that Mina’s bite has turned him into a were-woman: man by day, sexy woman by night, with an insatiable desire to bring men back to her apartment and let them have her every which way. Can Chad adjust to his new moonlight transformations and embrace his new identity as Charlise, or can he break the curse and get back to his normal life before the next full moon?
And then there’s the nagging question... does he even want to?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alyson Belle
• Release date: Sep 23, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005535452

Alyson Belle

Alyson Belle is a bestselling romance and erom author who has had a passion for transformation and body swap stories for as long as she can remember. She now delights in sharing her passion with the world by writing some of the sexiest stories around. With Alyson in control, your hottest fantasy ever is always just a click away...~~~ Visit my site for a FIVE FREE BOOKS including a copy of Forbidden Flirtations, a sexy, sizzling-hot story you can only get on my website! ~~~ Copy and Paste URL: http://alysonbelle.com/free-books/

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CURSE OF THE WERE-WOMAN

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Alyson Belle

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An excerpt from Curse of the Were-Woman:

I didn’t plan on turning you, you know, Mina began, turning her mossy green eyes on Charlise, regarding her thoughtfully. I know you must’ve thought I was a terrible person for doing that to you and then disappearing without a word.

A little in the beginning, but I was mostly confused. I didn’t know what was happening, Charlise admitted, setting her glass down on the table next to her. She shifted, and the couch dipped under her weight as she moved closer to Mina, wanting to be near her.

Yes, I figured that might happen, Mina mused. It’s not easy turning. I’m sure you thought they were nightmares at first. I thought so too. In fact, I was convinced I was going crazy.

Charlise nodded like a life sized bobble head. I thought so too, but then something unexpected happened.

Mina blinked. What’s that?

I started to enjoy being a woman more than I enjoy being a man. I guess that’s strange, but everything is more intense and vivid.

I know what you mean, Mina murmured, placing her glass down and turning her body towards Charlise, so they were both facing each other, only a breath apart. I wanted to find you, but I wasn’t sure what you looked like, or if you’d even want to see me again.

It’s okay, Charlise whispered, her hand going to Mina’s arm. She patted it awkwardly until Mina smiled, and Charlise let her hands linger there, marveling at the smooth expanse of soft skin. I felt so alone, but now I don’t feel alone anymore.

You don’t have to, Mina responded, gently. I’m here now.

Charlise shuddered and Mina drew her into her arms for a deep kiss. Charlise melted into the kiss, nipping on Mina’s bottom lip until the other woman parted her mouth softly, and their tongues began a battle for sensual dominance.

Charlise angled her head to give Mina better access. Her hand trailed from Mina’s arm to her neck, and she began to stroke the flesh there, tugging on Mina’s earlobes. Mina moaned in the back of her throat, and her arms went to Charlise’s breasts, palming them over her dress until they both strained against the fabric.

Mina wrenched her lips away and pinned Charlise with a heated look. I need you know, Charlise.

I need you, too. Charlise sighed as she drew her dress up over her neck and helped Mina out of hers. She sat there in her lacy bra and underwear, the most beautiful sight Charlise had ever seen, and she pressed her mouth to hers once more, her fingers rubbing and pinching every inch of available skin.

Charlise let her mouth trail down, over the slope of Mina’s breasts until it stopped right atop the line of her panties…

Chapter 1

Chad Mason couldn’t say that he led a bad life, exactly.

At thirty years of age, he had his own apartment, a stable job he enjoyed, and no shortage of attention from beautiful women. With his sandy blond hair, chiseled jaw, and clear hazel eyes, he’d been told more than once that he looked like a surfer—something that definitely added to his natural playboy charm.

But lately even his good looks couldn’t keep his mood up. His life has started to feel like a series of meaningless nights that bled into a gray blend of bleary-eyed, boring days with no clear explanation. There wasn’t anything obviously wrong… but still, nothing seemed right. At times over the last few months he’d wondered if he was having an existential crisis, some kind of mid-life panic thing, but he was too young for it. Wasn’t he? If it wasn’t that, then he didn’t know what was happening. The worst part was that he wasn’t even sure if he cared to know… a sure sign of his recurrent, on-again off-again depression that had only worsened over the last few years.

The one thing he did know was that he wanted to get out of the funk he was in.

Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he did the same thing, more or less, day in and day out. He woke up at around the same time every day, got coffee from the same place, slipped into his firefighter outfit and headed off to work.

Today was no different for Chad, and he heaved a sigh as he rolled out of bed and went about his routine. The city was warm and inviting today, and plenty of beautiful women were out jogging and catching brunch in his neighborhood. They smiled at his tall frame as he passed them, and he couldn’t help but smile back despite his sour mood. He liked walking through the city to and from work each day because the one thing he did really enjoy were the looks women gave him. He knew that women lusted after men in uniform, and while he had no idea why, he always took full advantage of it. Often, when he’d take women back to his place, they’d ask him to put it on for them while they made love. The rush of desire he got when he’d be in complete control, fulfilling some naughty fantasy for his guest, was unlike any other.

Some women had accused him of being a shallow horn dog who used them to satisfy his carnal lust and then ditched them, but that wasn’t true at all. They just didn’t understand him. He appreciated beauty, a specific kind to be sure, and he was