Night of the Were-Bimbo E-Book

Alana Church

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

A month ago, Susan Benton was attacked on her way home by a crazy woman. Now, the full moon is rising again, and with it, Susan's body and mind are changing! No longer plain old Susan, but hot, horny Suzie, she will have it all! Her hard-ass professor, her lesbian roommate, and her shy study-buddy will get a taste of her uncontrollable libido. Because tonight is the "Night of the Were-Bimbo!"

~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~

Laurie didn't look up from her book when she opened up the door. "Well, that didn't take long. Was Reynolds not there? Or did he give you a straight answer for a change? I haven't heard from..." her voice trailed off in shock as Suzie walked into the living room, then she bounced to her feet. "Who are you?" she demanded. "How did you get in here?"

"Lauren Wu." Suzie put her hands on her hips. "We've lived together for the last three years. And I've got a key." She waved it at her friend. "Who do you think I am?"

"Holy cow. Susan?"

"I think I like Suzie better."

"What the heck..." Her eyes took in her face, her hair, her body, lingering on her chest. "What happened to you?"

"The moon blessed me." She looked out the east-facing window. Her lady was higher now, her silvery glow caught in the branches of the maple next door like a fish in a net, and her power was lessened by the lights inside the apartment. But her light was still enough to make her almost writhe in ecstasy. "She called, and I answered. My body drank in her light, and now I'm different. Hotter. Sexier." Her voice dropped to a low growl. "Aroused."

"Susan." Laurie stepped forward, taking her wrists in her hands. "Do you have any idea how crazy that sounds? The moon can't...the moon can't change your body! It's just the moon!"

"Oh, why so serious?" She booped Laurie's nose, just for fun. "Boop. Who cares? I've got a great big old set of boobs right now and they are awesome. And look at my legs!" She pulled down the straps of her dress, letting it fall to the floor. "I mean, come on! Who cares how it happened, am I right?"

"Yeah. Right." Laurie looked away, her dark skin flushing.

"Hey, sweetie." She cocked her head in confusion. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Suzie was confused, but then her nose caught a musky tang in the air.

The scent of an aroused woman.

She wants me. Her body grew hot and sweaty, slick with renewed desire. I bet she knows how to take care of a woman. Unlike stupid old Professor Reynolds. "Laurie? Are you horny for me?"

Leseprobe

Night of the Were-Bimbo

By Alana Church

Artwork by Moira Nelligar

Copyright 2020 Alana Church

~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~

Prologue

One month ago…

The young woman skittered away into a corner as a tall figure in surgical scrubs entered the room. Another followed behind, pushing a wheeled cart.

“Time for your treatment, Grace,” she said cheerfully.

“Doctor…I don’t think I want to do this anymore. I don’t feel good.” Grace rubbed her shoulders with fingers that had their nails bitten to the quick. “I feel strange. Not right. My head…” She shook it, stringy blond hair whipping her cheeks. “Something’s wrong. With me. Please. I just want to go home,” she whimpered, her voice fragile and scared.

“There, there.” The older woman took her in her arms, her hands stroking her back, calming her. At her unseen nod, the orderly began filling a syringe. “We’re almost done. Just one more set of shots. And then a few routine exams, and it’s all over. You can go home, and there will be a nice big deposit in your checking account. Won’t that be nice?”

“I should have just taken out another student loan.” Grace sighed, and her lips turned up in a quavering smile. “God, this has been the worst spring break ever. All right.” She turned, baring her upper arm, where red dots from a series of shots speckled her fair skin. “Let’s get this over with.”

“Brave girl. And after we’re done, maybe we can go out to the courtyard and have a little talk. It’s a beautiful evening. And there’s a full moon tonight.”

“Sure, Doctor.” Grace barely flinched as the needle plunged home.

“Sure.”

Chapter 1: Silver-Tongued Devil

“Whoo!” Susan’s roommate burst into their apartment with a shout. “Friday night! Let’s get this party started!” Laurie set a heavy, clinking bag on the table “I’ve got wine, beer, vodka, tequila and rum, and even the mixings for those little fruity drinks you like. And Meg and Amber and Drusilla will be here in a little bit with the food! And the guys say they’ll be grilling some brats and burgers. Come on! Let’s crank up the tunes and get it on!

“What? Oh, no. Oh, no no no.” Her shoulders slumped as she saw Susan stuffing books into a backpack. “Please tell me I’m dreaming. Please tell me this is a horrible nightmare. You are not going to hide in the library all night on a Friday night after we spent a week planning this party. Are you?”

“I’m sorry. Laurie,” Susan said. She hated the whiny, cringing note in her voice, but she couldn’t help it. “Professor Reynolds was all over me in Contracts class this morning. If I don’t do something about it, he’s not going to give me the benefit of the doubt when final exams roll around. And my transcript is already shaky enough without having that sort of black mark on it.”

“Shaky, my skinny Chinese ass. Come on, Susan. You have all weekend. Study tomorrow. Study all day Sunday. For all I care you can pull back-to-back all-nighters and turn into a mushroom. But you can’t go on this way. Liam is going to be here tonight. You remember? Liam? Your study partner? The guy you’ve been crushing on since your first year of law school?” She waggled her eyebrows suggestively. “if you’re worried about your grades, why don’t you drag him into your room for some really private study time, if you know what I mean? I bet he could help you out. In more ways than one. Maybe if you got your groove on with him, you’d relax enough to keep all that musty, fusty law-school crap in your head.”

“Says the med student who barely needs to study. Besides, Liam’s not interested.”

Laurie snorted. “You just think he’s not interested because every time you’re in the same room as him you turn into a robot.” She held out her arms in a ridiculous, stiff-limbed pose. “The applicable case law can be found in Luther v Borden,” she intoned nasally. “Beep. Whir. Beep.”

She zipped up her bag, using a little more force than was really necessary. “Whatever. It’s easy for you. Even if you come down with a case of brain rot or get hit by a dump truck, you can go back home and your family will take care of you.”

She stood up, surprised by the sympathetic expression on her friend’s face. “You can’t?”

“No.” Susan stalked out the door. “I’m never going back there again.

“Ever.”

Sure, Laurie. Rub it in my face. Your family has money. Your family has connections. Your family actually caresabout you.

Even in her misery, Susan knew she was being unfair. It wasn’t Laurie’s fault that she was brilliant and was going to graduate from the med school at Great Lakes University at the top of her class, while Susan would do well to place in the top third.

Well, top quarter, probably. Maybe even the top twenty percent if my brains don’t start leaking out of my ears from studying all the time.

But everything came so easy for the Chinese girl that she didn’t understand how hard it was for someone like Susan. Back home, in high school, she had been a big fish in a tiny academic pond, and she had been smugly certain of how much smarter she was than everyone else. But every year it got harder and harder for her to keep up with classmates who’d gotten a head start by being challenged before they got to college. Pittsfield might not be in the middle of nowhere, but on a clear day, you could see it. And Susan would be damned if she ended up crawling back there, working as a cashier at the Wal-Mart like her mother, or hacking out her lungs after another day of hanging drywall, like her father.

I’m out. I’m staying out. And if I have to bail on the party tonight so that Reynolds doesn’t look at me like I’m an idiot in class next week, that’s a small price to pay.

She sighed as she pushed the door to the library open. She really would have liked to hang out with Liam tonight, though. He was smart, cute, funny, and didn’t look at her like she was a freak because she was nearly six feet tall and built like a rake. And unlike some of her crustier professors (and even some of her classmates) when she said something, he actually listened. Oh, he didn’t agree with everything she said. They’d had some absolutely ferocious arguments when it came to the law. But at least he didn’t smile politely and then ignore her.

One more year, she groaned, taking off her hoodie, worn against the late March chill, and sat down in the study carrel. She loved the Graduate Library. On even the hottest days, it was nice and cool, and in the winter, the steamy warmth from the old-fashioned radiators made it a peaceful haven, smelling of paper and leather and the high, heavy wooden bookshelves that lined the walls. When she had told her mother that she had been accepted to Great Lakes, the older woman had wrinkled her forehead and asked why she wanted to go all the way up north.

Third-largest university library in the country, Mom. After Harvard and Yale. That’s fucking why. If you even knew what a library was.

She pulled out her textbook and her laptop. Some of the people in her classes sneered at the way she insisted on an actual dead-tree textbook, rather than the cheaper, downloadable versions. But she needed it, needed the heft of the book in her hands to help her study. She couldn’t concentrate on something that only existed as pixels on the screen of her computer.

And besides, she thought, uncapping a highlighter with her teeth. Now I don’t have to shift between the book and the lecture notes on my laptop.

She took out her headphones and cued up some soft classical on her phone, and started to study.

The dimming of the lights, a warning that the library was about to close, took her by surprise, as it always did when she got lost in the intricacies of the law. But, she thought, taking off her headphones and stowing them in her backpack, she thought she had a better grasp on things than she had earlier in the day.

Is it all worth it? She sighed as she stood up, her long, lanky body creaking after hours spent poring over her textbook and her lecture notes. Another year of law school after this. And then you have to pass your exams. And then the bar. And then actually get hired by somebody. And even then you’ll still have a stack of student loans that could choke an elephant. Is it all worth it, Suzie? For the last six years, you have been chasing this dream. What are you going to do if it doesn’t matter? If you’ve just traded one set of chains for another? The soul-sucking drudgery of a working-class life in Pittsfield in exchange for tens of thousands of dollars in loans that will take you years to pay off? What good is a college degree if the money you make from it just goes to pay off some bank?