Handsome, charismatic, and blessed with a voice that makes panties drop. Trent Donavan is the epitome of everything I hate in a rock star. Of course that doesn’t stop him from hitting on me. My dreams are bigger than any hook up, and I refuse to be swayed by the charming lead singer. I didn’t need a man before, and I sure as hell don’t need one now.
After a turbulent childhood, Sugar strives for a peaceful life. That goal is difficult when her neighbors turn furry and howl at the moon. They are not the regular chest pounding, make your blood curl kind of werewolves though. She’d have moved. More like the geeks of the underworld, and Chicago’s premier wolf pack has issued them a life or death challenge. Their only option for survival? Hire a vampire warrior for combat training.
Boss Of My Panties
He’s the boss of my panties. Literally. As in he’s the fiercely protective big brother and utterly supportive CEO of his sister’s clothing company–the one I design lingerie for. Yep, he’s as dreamy as he sounds. So dreamy, in fact, that I can’t seem to string two coherent sentences together around the man. Until, that is, the day I open my mouth at one of our design staff meetings for the first time ever.