Wolf's Midlife Bite
I thought my forties were gonna bite. But not quite like this.
My divorce from my controlling ex was final,
But I had one last thing to check off on my list:
Covering the tattoo of his name branded on my inner hip.
For comfort, I’d made an appointment with a fellow female,
But she was overbooked and referred me to her colleague—
Her ripped, gorgeous, very male colleague.
My skin flushed thinking of him working so close to an intimate spot,
But Brody was a complete professional—
Both during the appointment,
And between my sheets days later.
He even made an appointment at my dental office,
Just as an excuse to see me again.
But as I floss his teeth and one suddenly pierces my glove,
I learn there’s another side of him:
A wolf, simmering just beneath his tattooed skin.
Even crazier?
He tells me I’m now going to become one myself.
As in, a forty-year-old wolf lady.
Midlife crisis suddenly has a whole new meaning.
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