Liam Oliver couldn't seem to accept the fact that he was a werewolf. He had spent his entire life rejecting everything that linked him to his pack. Finding a mate was no different. He had absolutely no interest in falling in love or starting a family. That was the wolf's way, but he was convinced that he had beaten his nature on that front as well.

Karen was a disgrace to her pack. Every steadfast rule that her pack held dear, she insisted on breaking in an attempt to free herself from the bonds of a lineage that had been slowly dying out for centuries.

Luck was rarely on Ciera's side. She had the good fortune of being robbed in the parking lot of a bar and was only one bad hangover away from losing her job. Life was all about fun and taking risks though, and nothing that could potentially lead to a good time was out of the question. Little does Ciera know that she's being watched. There's a guardian angel keeping her safe, but he doesn't have wings. When Ciera finds herself in a bind yet again, he's ready to spring into action, but rescuing her will come at a cost.

It was said that when a werewolf found his mate, it hit him like a ton of bricks. Nothing could come between them. All he could think about was her. She would be the center of the world he revolved around, and nothing would stop him from claiming her.

I make a living out of screwing over the jerks who capture and torment supernatural beasties. But when I free a bunch of particularly powerful monsters from their cages, I'm not counting on them following me home like lost puppies - stunningly hot lost puppies, but still. These manly monsters are determined to repay me for my help, and they won't get out of my apartment, until they're satisfied we're even. There's something to be said for allies so devoted they'll tear off heads and shred souls on your behalf. I'm all for joining forces.