No, I am not a crazy cat…man. Well not yet anyway. But at twenty-eight I'd already given up on finding Mr. Perfect and I was honestly willing to settle for Mr. Has-a-job-and-doesn't-fart-in-bed. That is until Declan Colbert entered my life. He's perfect. Literally perfect and I have no idea what he sees in me, but hey, if the guy wants to stick around, who am I to argue? Except that…well, my cats don't like him. I mean they seriously don't like him at all, and I have no idea what to do with that reaction. Are my cats just being brats or are they trying to warn me that not everything about Declan is what it seems? Hey, maybe he's just a dog person. I mean, he does have that tattoo…

Hey, don't mock me. At least I fell for a dog lover. That's one better than my alpha. He fell for the crazy cat…man. No, seriously. He did. At least when I fall hard and fast it's for a guy who actually likes dogs. Robbie is a vet. He loves animals, and I'm the luckiest werewolf alive. I spent three whole weeks with him, all day, every day. I know all his secrets and every one of his dreams, and I know we're absolutely perfect for each other. Okay, so it's not quite that simple. I was in my wolf form, injured, and in a cage at the time, so now I just have to figure out how to reintroduce myself in my non-wolf form…to a man who has known and disliked me most of my life. Yeah, that might be a problem…

I'm the quiet one. U-huh, I know what you're thinking. Purple hair does not equate to "quiet," but in my case it really is true. Without the wildly colored hair most people wouldn't even notice me in an empty room. Hell, even with the bizarre hair most people don't actually see me. I probably sound pitiful but, honestly, it gets worse. I've been pining over the same guy for nearly a decade now. I know that's a particularly stupid kind of pathetic, but if you knew Ryan you'd understand. We dated in high school and no one I've ever met since has gone close to measuring up. I want him in my life. Okay, so I have an unrequited love, an ill-considered, purple-haired attempt at getting attention, a rough bar full of rougher people, and me trying to drink there so I can be near the cool kids from high school. Yeah, nothing could go wrong with that plan…

Okay, so waking up as a werewolf was not in my life plan. Of course, waking up naked in the arms of the guy I've been crushing on for months is kind of a weird bonus, but what the hell am I supposed to do now? Hey, maybe I’m still dreaming. I mean, seriously, there’s no such thing as werewolves, right? Tags: anal sex, erotic romance, explicit adult content, gay sex, mm, paranormal, werewolves, wolf shifters

No, it's not a duck. It's a goose. Why do so many people get that wrong? Duck. Goose. They're not the same at all. And okay, I might admit that it's a bit of a sore point for me. From the moment I was old enough to understand that goose-egg farmer wasn't my only choice, I've been planning my escape from this tiny town. Why wouldn't I leave? This place has zero career opportunities outside of following my father's footsteps into the family business. I never wanted it, and my future was supposed to be the way I'd always dreamed. I wanted to be someone different, somebody…else. Yeah, I know it's vague. I mean, I'm twenty-six, well past the age most kids leave town and go to college, but I've been working toward my fantastically unclear goals, saving every penny—okay, some pennies—and figuring I'd know exactly when the time was right. So why am I still living in a town that knows me as "that duck guy"? Oh yeah, Jed Geyers—the best friend I fell in love with in too many years ago. Only one problem. Jed's totally straight. Okay, maybe two problems. Turns out the guy's also a werewolf…

Okay, so I didn't give the best first impression upon meeting the pack. Yeah, most werewolves are made accidentally, but biting a human friend of the pack alpha was not a great start. It's kind of ironic that it's the same guy getting bitten—this time by a vampire—that sends my life into chaotic confusion. I've run into vampires before, but I have no idea why this particular one decided to track me down. Worse still, now the guy is claiming I somehow belong to him, that I'm his betrothed, his fated mate. I've never met a paranormal being who believed such nonsense, but this seriously gorgeous, deliciously sexy vampire certainly does, and he's willing to try to prove it. Seriously, how is this my life? (And…when did I get so lucky?)

I'm ordinary, plain, and thanks to my ex-boyfriend, I now know that I'm damn boring as well. I never really aspired to a quiet life, but somehow that's the way it worked out. So when I'm rescued from a house fire by two creatures that were definitely not human, can you really blame me for wanting to know more? Of course, the last thing I'm expecting is to discover those creatures might actually be two of my closest friends...