Hide your girlfriends, hide your daughters.
Tad Dawson, confirmed bachelor and runway model, has come back to the Black Hills for his brother’s wedding. Also known as Romeo for his love them and leave them attitude, Tad has a reputation to lose and a woman to win. However, he won’t be able to do it on his own, since the woman he wants would rather assault him with nail guns, power saws and rocks. Not what he expected when he turned on the charm.
Megan could use a good dose of anger management, along with a shot from Cupid’s bow, and lord knows she has a lot to be mad about when it comes to Romeo. Tad left her five years before after she declared they were mates. Not only did she have to deal with a crazy Alpha, who got off on tossing her to the wolves, she’s heard rumors Tad’s appetite for anything with a skirt has grown since he left. Not that she could confirm it. He’s hasn’t called or written once.
For Tad to win the love of his life, he’s going to need some help, and the four pack matchmakers have decided they are just the Wolves to assist, whether he wants their help or not. No tactic is too dirty or underhanded. Bringing down Romeo is going to take every trick in their match-maker’s bag.
Bagging the girl, well, that could be a bit trickier.
Will the four matchmakers beat the nearly impossible odds, or will their tactics unravel at the seams?
Before the wedding is over, someone is going down, and if the matrons have any say, it’s going to be hard.
Wolves didn’t get married—at least not Dawson Wolves, and not to humans. What the hell? Tad crumpled the invite and tossed it into the trash. Going to his brother’s wedding would mean he’d actually have to return home.
Like that would ever happen. He’d pretty much put a nail in that coffin five years before when he’d fled the Black Hills as though he had the hounds of Hell on his ass. And he had. Now, his past mistakes had come back to bite him in a big way, one he could no longer avoid.
“What are you tossing away? A court summons for a paternity test?” His buddy eyed the trash.
“Ha, ha. No. Leave it alone.” For the last few years, he’d put on a good show, making it look like he had a different lady every night. In fact, he’d lived quite the lie. The moment he kissed any woman, he could only see Megan’s face and his dick wouldn’t cooperate. He’d die before he admitted it. Yes, he’d whored his way through Los Lobos’s females years ago, but avoided one; the one he knew was too good for him. And, now, the only female his wolf wanted happened to be the one he’d put off-limits.
His friend stooped down and uncrumpled his invite, reading it without bothering to ask if he minded. “Your brother is getting married?”
“I threw that in the trash for a reason.”
“Do you hate him?”
“No.” He swiped the invite away. “I don’t. He’s my brother.”
“Then, what’s the problem?”
“What are you, my shrink or something?”
“No, dude, I’m your friend. If you give two shits for your brother, you need to go to his wedding, no matter what personal stuff has you all riled up. You can’t take family for granted. Trust me, I know.”