Ten years ago, werewolf Kelli Copeland ran from Stratton to avoid being claimed by the new pack alpha, Max Daniels. Since then, she's made a life for herself in the city, free of the pack and living amongst the humans. Happy with her life, she's never thought of going back, until her brother decides to get married. Now she has to go back, but surely a decade is enough for Max Daniels to forget about her? Pack alpha Max Daniels could have the pick of the pack females in Stratton, but he doesn't want them. He only wants one woman, the one who ran from him years ago. The only woman he'll ever love. When he gets word that Kelli is back in town, he swears to do everything in his power to make sure she doesn't leave again. Up to and including kidnapping her… But he isn't the only wolf in town with an agenda. And this time, Kelli's departure might be permanent.

Fed up with the hollow glitz and fakery that is Hollywood, screen siren Kristen Mann heads home to Stratton to get her feet back on the ground and re-charge. Things don't go quite to plan when her car breaks down, leaving her to be rescued by her very own knight in shining armor. Only this knight isn't any ordinary man. He's a werewolf with his own ideas on dealing with damsels in distress. Kyle Roberts has watched every film Kristen has ever made, so when she falls into his lap, or more accurately, he tows her little car back to the workshop he runs with his uncle, he can't believe his luck. But his admiration for her acting abilities doesn't stop his wolf scenting the woman it wants. So what if she's older than he is? Age is just a number, and there are a few digits he'd like to introduce her to... But when Hollywood comes calling, in the shape of a slick agent and a rabid pack of reporters, can Kyle put aside his pride and convince Kristen that he's the wolf for her?

What's worse than getting bitten by a werewolf? Not taking your anti-furball pills and then getting bitten by a werewolf. Which, FYI, sucks. Called to investigate a midnight break in, Detective Carla 'Ce' Callahan doesn't expect to come face to snout with a pissed off werewolf. And she's all outta silver bullets. But hey, she still manages to hold her own, even if she does get a bite on the ass for her trouble. Now she's in werewolf custody until the full moon while they wait for an answer to a very important question. Will she shift? Or won't she? Doesn't really matter when she meets the hot and sexy enforcer for the pack... Looking at him, she thinks she could get used to the furry side of life. Especially when the guy has an ass like that. She wants a tiny nibble... Riley Copeland's life sucks. The woman he loved and brought over to the lycan way of life revels in trying to get him killed and his pack alpha seems to think he's some kind of furry babysitter. He's been forced to look after a bitten newbie until she turns-or doesn't. And she's a cop, no less. Great. Just freaking great. But that ass of hers... He just wants a tiny nibble... Of course, there's someone out there that thinks it'd be really great if she was six feet under. Now she's on the run and the chase is on. Ce may get away, but Riley is gonna catch her... and her heart.