Sometimes, you need the Big Bad Wolf to make it safely through the woods.
Dr. Raisa Montefiore, magic scientist, is on a mission to find the woman who messed with her research to create the world's first wolf shifter.
Unfortunately, her first move lands her in handcuffs for murder. Oops.
But Raisa won't let a little setback stop her. With a new job and her deathbed promise to her sister on the line, she sets out to convince Gideon Stern, bossy werewolf and ex-cop, to quit ghosting her and join forces. Together, they'll hunt down their common adversary and put an end to her dangerous schemes, once and for all.
As they venture deeper into treacherous magical realms, each with a deadly smart female in charge, Raisa is torn between admiration and wishing #girlpower wasn't quite so literal. She's always championed intelligent women, but this is ridiculous.
Amidst the chaos, Raisa must confront her thirst for vengeance and the sizzling attraction blossoming between her and Gideon. Talk about a high-stakes experiment with an unpredictable outcome.
Will Raisa find her way back to herself, or will she forever be lost in the woods? And hey, with a hot wolf cop by her side, maybe being lost isn't so bad after all.
If you like KF Breene, Annabel Chase, and Heather G Harris, you'll burn through the conclusion to this clever, fast-paced duology!
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I pinched my cheeks to get some color into them and returned to the living room, prepared to obtain a detailed analysis of what Dr. Carol Shaw had done to my serum and the name of who had given the order, before hailing another hilariously overpriced Uber.
Except the living room wasn't as I remembered it.
I did a double take.
There was no longer a dog on the sofa.
I blinked. Once. Twice.
The plants were on the ground, their stands overturned, and the meticulously dusted pots smashed to smithereens. Blood dripped onto the coffee table and down the skirt of the sofa, plopping in cruelly cheerful drops on the ground.
Carol's lifeless eyes stared back at me, her body exactly where the dog had been. Her tan sweater was slashed to ribbons and splattered in blood like a paint-by-numbers picture with only one color. The violence of the scene was shocking.
Personal.
A distant logical slice of my brain whirred through my fog of horror. She couldn't have been killed while I was in the bathroom, could she? No. This wouldn't have happened in silence or in the couple of minutes I was in there.
I stuffed my fist in my mouth to stifle a scream. If Carol had been dead this entire time, then who had I been talking to?
Was the killer still here, hiding and watching me?
I spun around on leaden legs, my shoulders tight and high, expecting the killer's breath to tickle the back of my neck and their fingers to ghost across my back, but the room was empty.
Boots thudded up the front stairs. "Police!" The cops banged on the door demanding entrance.
Thank God. I just had to make it to the front door, and I'd be safe.
Unless they were in on it? I froze, my heart slamming against my ribs. I hadn't told anyone I was coming over.
I had to get out of here. Get somewhere safe and call for help.
The front door shuddered with the sound of a body thudding against it.
I grabbed my boots and jacket, planning to run out the back door.
Little did I know that instead of listening to Einstein, I should have been taking advice from the world's foremost traveler and survivor of many a dark path: Doctor Who.
The door crashed open, wood splinters flying, and a female cop raced inside with her gun pointed at me. "On your knees!"
Geronimo.
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