Hopper

Jack HopperI never meant for her to see me this way, half-man, half-fluffball, hopping around my own yard under the full moon that made me into an oversized bunny.My life has been spent hiding this bushy secret, because what else is there? Who wants a partner with a mating season, cotton tail and floppy ears?But when Esther Basquette moved in next door, here to help save Carrot Creek’s famous Easter Eggstravaganza, one word echoed through my were-bunny brain: mine.She’s a ray of sunshine when she smiles, and her laugh is so cute that when I hear it, I have to fight the urge to shift into Hopper, my bunny alter, chase her through the carrot fields and mate her mine.With a full moon rising, and my Easter heat coming up, I hope Esther will hop into my bed and my heart.But will she still like me when she knows I’m a man-bunny?