Montana werewolf. Snooty demon hunter. Too bad the mission comes first.
Astrid Edmonds takes her role as demon hunter seriously. Alongside her plucky team, she can conquer anything. Not that she wants to take on smelly werewolves, but it’s her job.
Boden Connery loves his home and family. That doesn’t mean he wants to spend the entirety of his long existence on the isolated ranch. When an intelligent feral army encroaches on Bodie’s family’s territory, he’ll do whatever it takes to protect his pack, including calling on demon hunters for help.
Astrid’s preconceived notions about werewolves fly right out the window when she lays eyes on the ridiculously sexy Bodie. He’s not smelly and brainless at all, actually. The werewolf is sweet, upstanding, and downright hot.
Carrie Thorne’s fresh take on paranormal romance will leave you deliciously satisfied… and eager for more.
“Really?” Those watermelon pink lips curled up in the awestruck smile he’d been hoping for.
1. Leave home. Check. Freedom tasted so much better than she’d even hoped.
2. College. Check. Maybe she’d do more of that in the next few years.
3. Find team. Check. They were a pretty great team at that, better than she had expected.
4. Invest in a home she loved. Check. It had taken years of searching, but she’d just bought the home in Seattle, but it was perfect. Amazing view, modern yet cozy, and easy distance to her teammates.
5. Fall in love.
When had she made it all the way through the first four steps? There was supposed to be years between steps four and five. Not a matter of weeks. She wasn’t ready.
This time, a hint of humor flourished on her watermelon pink lips.
“Wait a moment. You… I’m sorry. I just am trying to comprehend what you’re telling me. No one bit you?”
“Not lately, but it’s been a while since I’ve gotten laid.” He flashed her a wink and bit his lip impishly.
“Ha ha,” she surprised him by smiling rather than shifting her posture uncomfortably like a stereotypical priss would. There was hope for her yet.
Lana grinned, “I believe he said love, not sex. But we can change the subject. Tell me, how is sex with the superbly built werewolf?”
Icing on the cake, Bodie strolled in, “Frigging spectacular.” He bit his lower lip in that ridiculously adorable way of his, adding a wink for Astrid. He filled his favorite mug that was waiting in front of the coffee pot and dropped into a chair at the kitchen table.
“I believe we established charming is not the right term.”
“Hey, Prince Charming comes in many forms.” He leaned down and took her mouth with his.
Sweeping her tongue over his, she stepped it up. “I’m not a princess.” Too many had mistaken her for one, too many times.
One hand sprawled over her back, his other skimmed along her arm and took her hand. Swaying, he pulled her into a light waltz. “You’re so much more interesting.”