Summer in the city – it’s hot. The days are steamy. Even werewolves sweat.
Kissa Troy mistakenly believes she’s safe in her identity as Beth Smith. No one knows she’s a mountain cat shifter and hiding from the Catamounts, a dangerous shifter cult. One day, a sexy alpha wolf walks into her life. Shaking off a determined wolf isn’t easy. When she’s tracked down by the Catamounts, Kissa turns to the wolf for protection.
Wolves and mountain cats are natural enemies, but all it takes is one breath and Clay Thunder is hooked. The sex is hot. The attraction is undeniable. She may be a cat with trouble on her tail, but she’s the one.
Still. A wolf and a mountain cat?
Clay Thunder took off his wide-brimmed hat and peeled off his sweat-soaked T-shirt. He looked at his shift boss. “Can it get any hotter?”
Dan was pushing forty, hard-working with an easy smile. New to the roofing crew, Clay appreciated the older man’s friendship.
Dan pulled off his ball cap and dragged the back of his hand across his forehead. “Probably. This job’s almost done. You staying on for the next one?”
Replacing his hat, Clay looked over the expansive roof. He’d spent the last two months working for a roofing company. Every week he swore it was his last job, but then he’d take another. Clay knew he’d been stalling. Breaking up with his longtime girlfriend, Rani, had been difficult. Clay cared for Rani, but she wasn’t his true mate. His parents loved her like a daughter and the pack thought of them as a couple. The pressure to reconsider his shocking decision had driven Clay to L.A. As the weeks had passed, Clay knew he’d made the right decision. The city wasn’t the place for a wolf, but Clay wasn’t sure he was ready to go home.
“I’m thinking about it. Can’t say I’m looking forward to another job in this heat.”
“Speaking of hot,” Dan said. “Your fan club is back.”
Clay turned around and glanced at the bar across the street. A slender woman stood just outside the front door, sipping a soda. Her sandy brown hair fell past her shoulders and sunglasses shielded her eyes.
“Who says she’s my fan club? Maybe she’s looking at you, Dan.”
“If I take off my shirt, she doesn’t make an appearance.”
Clay had noticed the woman before. She always wore the same outfit. A black T-shirt with Murphy’s in green lettering tucked into a pair of faded jeans that molded nicely to a pair of long legs. “Could be a coincidence.”
“I think it’s time you joined me for a cold beer.”
Dan liked an after work beer, but Clay’s habit was to return to his motel room and wash off the sweat before going out. “Once she gets a whiff of me, she’ll likely throw me out of the place.”
“Maybe, but maybe the lady will enjoy getting a closer look.”
A breeze kicked up and Clay lifted his nose to the wind. Cat. The scent was faint but unmistakable and to his surprise very tantalizing. He inhaled, wanting to pull the enticing scent deeper into his olfactory sensors, but the wind had shifted. Was the lady a cat shifter? No way to tell for sure from two stories up. He wanted a closer look. “You buying, Dan?”
“No way. I’m not the eye candy.”
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