When Elle Montgomery’s domineering ex turns out to be a literal monster—a werewolf claiming her as his mate—she hires fireman Caleb Hunt as a bodyguard. Afraid to love again, she pours her passion into her work as a jewelry designer. Before long, her bodyguard becomes her best friend…her too-sexy best friend. Determined not to lose what they have, Elle ignores the growing lust she feels every time Caleb’s beautiful blue eyes look her over.
Ten years ago, Caleb reluctantly left the Tao pack and its cruel alpha rather than become part of that twisted regime. When he meets Elle, his mate, he finds a new purpose as her bodyguard. His skittish mate, though, won’t tell him what haunts her, and he can’t tell her what he really is—a werewolf in love.
When Elle’s ex returns, determined to claim her at all costs, Caleb learns her secret—she’s terrified of werewolves. They hit the road to outwit her ex. Along the way, Caleb is determined to defeat Elle’s deranged ex, change her mind about wolves, and bring his mate home to Los Lobos for good.
“It’s your night off, Adam. Get out of here. Go do something fun.” Elle bent over in a pair of jeans with an enticingly located hole in the thigh.
Adam tried not to stare at the swath of walnut skin between the light denim of her jeans and the hint of pink lace at the curve of her lovely ass, but he couldn’t find the willpower to turn away. So he did the next best thing. He told her. “Woman, I’m trying not to stare at your butt, but have you noticed the giant rip in those jeans?” He’d seen almost every inch of her by this point. Almost. Never all at once. Never in a way that invited him to touch. Each time, it drove him a little more to distraction.
They’d been working together since the fire. In the interim, they’d moved from his apartment to a two bedroom down the hall until six months ago when they’d moved into her fancy digs halfway between Denver and Boulder. He’d quit his job with the fire department, sobered up, and they’d become not just boss and employee but friends. Best friends.
They were together and she was safe, but he needed to figure out a way to push the relationship further without blowing the good thing they had going.
She stood up and stuck her fingers into the hole, feeling for the edges. “Oh. That’s bigger than I thought.” She tossed him his keys and wallet, which he’d dropped by the couch before last night’s episode of The Flash. Like they did every week, she’d sat on one side of the couch and he on the other with a good foot and a half between them as they ate bowls of pho and watched Barry Allen save the city again. “Think of me and my exposed ass fondly while you scoop up some lovely lady for the evening, ’kay?”
“I always think about your ass fondly, boss.” Not just her ass, but every inch of her from her decorated toenails to her brilliant mind. The kind of mind with both the creative juice to craft works of art and the savvy business sense for her career to take off. And by “take off,” he meant Lady Gaga wore her collection at the last Grammy’s kind of success. It made him proud as hell to be part of her life.