Cale Promotion day is a disaster! Within seconds, my werewolf sense of smell tells me my boss is a vampire. Even though I have a damn good reason to loathe vampires, I can't resist him. I'm a lone werewolf in need of a pack, but this man might just be all the alpha I need. Harvey. After my last pet had a change of heart, I've done everything I can to protect myself from werewolves. Yet this beautiful creature somehow slips through my net and ends up at my door. I want to resist, but Cale is unbound, ready and willing for the taking. A full length gay romance, with a happy ever after. This standalone is hot and steamy, and intended for readers over the age of 18.
Author
Charlotte Brice started writing at the age of thirteen when her handwriting looked like a drunken spider tried to navigate its way across the page. Practicing her handwriting got a lot more interesting when her gran gave her two Rawhide books, and her imagination took over. Charlotte is left-handed and can lick her own nose. She lives in England with her husband, and many animals, four of them human. Attack chickens, confused dragons and moving rocks make up the majority of the menagerie. We can't expect much better from someone who studied fruit flies during her animal science degree and then qualified as a vet. She remembers those days fondly, when putting her arm up a cow's bottom, and socks on emus' heads was her kind of normality. Now her head is filled with tentacles and schizophrenic phoenixes.
