Finley I’m a wolf shifter who never quite fit into my pack—not because they didn’t love me, but because I just wasn’t… typical. When my well-meaning parents started throwing every eligible alpha my way like I was in some furry version of The Bachelorette, I ran to the city and found a job at REDS, a dating agency for shifters who don’t fit the usual mold. I didn’t expect my first client to be another wolf. Definitely didn’t expect him to be hot, allergic to half the dates I set him up with, and frustratingly sweet. Michael’s all lean lines, sharp suits, and dry wit. I have no idea why anyone would reject him. The more time we spend together, the more I start to wonder… maybe I can’t find him a mate because I want to be the one he chooses. Michael Who knew being a wolf shifter with a desk job is some kind of dating death sentence. I’m not into wilderness, I hate camping, and I’m more comfortable with spreadsheets than hunting rabbits. Sue me. REDS was supposed to help me find someone who could see past all that. It… didn’t. The only good part? My matchmaker, Finley. She’s curvy, clever, and completely convinced I’m someone else’s perfect match. When she suggests a “practice date,” I jump at the chance. But now I’m stuck pretending this is a test run while all I want is the real thing. How can I get her to see me as her partner instead of a client in need of fixing?

Shifter men are the worst. After the latest one flipped out because I wouldn’t give up my job as a research scientist to play house, I accidentally shifted. In a restaurant. Into a twelve-foot crocodile. REDS is my last shot before giving up on men. And they actually find me a reptile shifter, hot and quiet with gila monster vibes. Things are looking up. Right until I got tasered outside of my lab and six goons shove me into a black van. I'm blindfolded, handcuffed, and on a loaded onto a plane. But then? Boom. Gunfire. Chaos. And I'm being carried through the jungle by my not-so-mild-mannered date. I'm done with mercenary life. It's time to settle down and find a girl who doesn't mind a gila-guy with a bit of a dangerous vibe. I don't expect my match to be kidnapped by a bunch of paramilitary thugs. Seems the mercenary life isn't done with me. Good thing I brought weapons. Now we're on the run in the jungle, dodging bullets, trading banter, and trying not to die before I can convince her I'm not just the guy who blew up her captors. Because Becci? She's brilliant, brave, and beautiful . . . and I need her to be mine . Contains mature themes.