Howling Mad

When the matchmaker becomes the match… all bets are off.


**Finley**



I’m a wolf shifter who never quite fit into my pack—not because they didn’t love me, but because I just wasn’t… typical. When my well-meaning parents started throwing every eligible alpha my way like I was in some furry version of The Bachelorette, I ran to the city and found a job at REDS, a dating agency for shifters who don’t fit the usual mold.



I didn’t expect my first client to be another wolf. Definitely didn’t expect him to be hot, allergic to half the dates I set him up with, and frustratingly sweet. Michael’s all lean lines, sharp suits, and dry wit. I have *no idea* why anyone would reject him.



The more time we spend together, the more I start to wonder… maybe I can’t find him a mate because I want to be the one he chooses.



**Michael**



Who knew being a wolf shifter with a desk job is some kind of dating death sentence. I’m not into wilderness, I hate camping, and I’m more comfortable with spreadsheets than hunting rabbits. Sue me.



REDS was supposed to help me find someone who could see past all that.



It… didn’t.



The only good part? My matchmaker, Finley. She’s curvy, clever, and completely convinced I’m someone else’s perfect match.



When she suggests a “practice date,” I jump at the chance. But now I’m stuck pretending this is a test run while all I want is the real thing.



**How can I get her to see me as her partner instead of a client in need of fixing?**