Handsome Jake Savage is a young corporate climber in a world where shifters coexist with humans. He wants nothing more than the promotion he has worked his ass off for. But when he is usurped by an office drone, he is left jobless and desperate.
Along comes his dream job . . . with one caveat. His new boss-to-be is rumored to favor ‘married’ employees. As luck would have it, his two closest rivals wear those all-important wedding rings on their fourth fingers.
“But I have too have a wife! Here she is!” Jake declares, grabbing the only picture of a woman he has on his iPhone: Terry, his hot neighbor, caught in an embarrassing photo position. So now he has to hatch an elaborate scheme to get Terry to pretend to be his wife. The only trouble is Terry really, REALLY hates his guts.
Terry Contralto has just been dumped by her boyfriend, who stole most of her cash. She’s desperate not to be evicted, and even though she’s wary of her handsome werewolf neighbor with his strange ‘if you agree to be my wife for the weekend, I will give you cash’ proposition, she accepts.
Now they have to survive the weekend retreat organized by Jake’s potential new boss, where he will pit the three job candidates against one another in contests that will require cunning, strength, agility, memory, compatibility and a whole lot of shifting.
Can Jake and Terry first survive each other? And will their ‘pretend marriage’ ruse actually work?
You will not have read anything like this shifter romance before! With laughter and romance thrown in for good measure, this is a twist on both the romantic comedy and shifter tropes that is guaranteed to have you feeling fuzzy and warm inside!
“So, Terry,” Martha says, “how did you and Jake meet?”
Terry says in a well-rehearsed note, “We met at the library.”
Jake clenches his left fist in a gesture of triumph under the table while his right nonchalantly spears a baby potato with his fork. He affects a look of innocence.
“That’s a fine meeting place,” Martha exclaims. “I met Peter at the library too!”
“No kidding.” Terry’s smile is plastered.
“Which library would that be?”
Uh oh, Jake thinks.
“Foxhall,” he says as Terry simultaneously says, “Briggs”.
They both stop to glare at each other.
“Briggs,” Jake says as Terry says, “Foxhall”.
They glare at each other again.
“It was either one,” Jake says. “We can’t remember.”
“Your memory is always faulty, darling.”
“Not always, sweetie.”
“Most of the time, darling.”
“Libraries are such wonderful meeting places. Hardly anyone meets in libraries these days with Kindles and iPads and gyms and clubs and websites offering everything from dating services to hookups,” Peter declares.
Martha says eagerly, “I want to hear every single detail of how you both met. Please . . . tell us.”
“Yeah,” her daughter, Karina, chimes in. As do the rest of the women at the table with the exception of Mika, who looks bored, and Cassie Hirsch, who looks paler by the second. Jake seriously hopes she is not going into premature labor.
Ugh. He hasn’t rehearsed details with Terry.