I don't date--especially when it comes to humans.
She rolls in like a bulldozer, smashing all my rules to bits.
She's human, and she's my mate.
She's got scrapbooks.
She's got dreams.
She's got an obnoxious tendency to micromanage everything I do.
It's her bed and breakfast and her renovation project, but I don't take orders.
I can't stop watching her.
The wolf in me wants to play, to mark her, to claim her as mine.
And when a creepy-ass monster .
Claimed in forbidden, paperback/Liza Street
