Werewolf Casanova

Commitment—a four letter word in Shane Morgan's book. Forsake his blissful wolf bachelorhood to shackle himself to one woman? Hell, might as well neuter him while you're at it. He's avoided the mate bond and has no plans of changing that status. Ever. Particularly not for a prissy and bossy Lynx shifter who smells like his favorite meal.

When he's tasked with playing live-in bodyguard to Kinsey Prescott—aforementioned delectable midnight snack—his resolve is hit with the ultimate test. Their forced close quarters have him questioning his sanity and willpower. And that's before Kinsey goes into heat.

Werewolves. Can't live with them, for damn sure. They shed, leave the toilet seat up, and have a bad habit of walking around in the buff. That last part is especially irksome, considering how Shane is built like a sex god... and she's on a strict diet of abstinence when it comes to players. After seeing firsthand the heartache her mom went through being married to one, Kinsey wants no part of it.

Now if only her hormones would get on board with that plan.

Repressed desires and insatiable appetites collide, and Kinsey and Shane don't stand a chance of resisting the urge to take a big ole lusty bite out of each other. But with a dangerous enemy threatening Kinsey's safety, her heart isn't the only thing on the line. Her entire survival is at stake. And one alpha werewolf Casanova will have to race against time to save her.

Warning: This book contains ten-percent more redneck werewolves than Cat Scratch Fever—all of whom seem to be related to each other (seriously, these crazy mutts make rabbits look like total slackers in the humping department), even more inconvenient hormones, an entire instruction manual on improper usage of cat toys, and banjo covers of songs that you'd never think would sound good as banjo covers but they totally do. Uncontrollable howling may occur.