This single daddy only wants short flings. But deep down, I want his wolf.
I see him at our small town’s inn all the time, where we one-up each other to deflate the tension.
He claims he’s stopped believing in love, because he wants to protect his kid.
But the real thing he’s protecting is his own heart.
Hearts are not the only things at stake here, though.
The vampire attacks are back with a vengeance.
It annoys me how he wants to protect me. I am no damsel in distress.
But when the unspeakable happens, the real fight begins.
Real fights are fought with animal paws and in wolf skin.
They strip me bare of my armor and the walls I’ve built around myself.
If I want to convince him to give us a chance, I will need to show him my deepest, darkest desires.
I will need to be brave and tell him that we could be more than just a fling.
Will my mate open his heart for me?