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352 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 31, 2013
“Oh, I like her. You deserve her, buddy. I'm looking forward to watching how this plays out. You in a relationship? That's like one of those shows about guys who wrestle with wild gators. I don't know how it's going to turn out, but it will be bloody, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to laugh.”![]()
Caleb Graham is a werewolf by nature, a tracker by profession. He uses his “extra gifts” to find people, and not always in the most legal or ethical manner. He doesn’t care what they’ve done, or who wants them found, as long as his considerable fee is paid. He likes his life simple and uncomplicated.Molly Harper is one funny author! She’s got a talent for writing stories that pull me in and don’t let go because they’re not only interesting, but romantic and witty, too. The dialogs – both spoken and internal - are filled with tongue in cheek humor, and I find that I just can’t help but fall in love with the main couples, over and over again.
Anna Moder, former physician to Caleb’s pack, happens across Caleb during a particularly violent “negotiation” that has left him bloodied and unconscious. She helps him, despite the fact that he’s cost her a car, so he insists that she stay with him on the road for a while. As they grow closer, Anna looks past the gruff exterior and and the questionable job to thoroughly decent werewolf underneath.
Anna – who is careful to edit her involvement with Caleb’s pack from their conversations – doesn’t talk about why a nice girl wants to live in the middle of frozen nowhere, but she’s obviously on the run from something. When Anna’s past collides with Caleb’s current assignment from one of his sleazier contacts, Caleb finally has to make a choice—protect his job…or his potential mate?
“In my time with the valley pack, I’d met werehorses, were-bears, and even a tragically less cool wereskunk named Harold.”
“I shook off the Norman Bates flashbacks and told myself it was just like any of the other crappy indigent motels I’d stayed at in any number of cities, and I hadn’t been stabbed in the shower yet. There was that one time a crazy lady kicked down my door and accused me of sleeping with her husband, but it turned out she’d meant to break into the room across the hall.”
“I sprang up from the floor and jumped on her back to slow her down, but man, she was fast on those big plastic heels. “Get off me!” she shouted as I dragged her backwards. “No!” I said. “ Give us the ring.” OK, now I definitely felt like Gollum.”
“So, with the portable wireless hot spot I persuaded him to buy from the cellphone store, I was able to (a) help with Internet research and (b) avoid the Alaskan version of hipsters who frequented Internet cafes.”