Romance Rules for Werewolves (Charming Cove, #3)

by Linsey Hall

“Grieve tonight, but tomorrow is a new day. Wake up and say, “Screw him.” She smiled. “Or her. Either way, you’re better than them. And life will be better without them.”

The voice came from near my feet, and I looked down to see a chubby calico cat at my side. It was my familiar, whom I hadn’t seen in months. Probably a year. “Poa? What are you doing here?”

Finally a cat

Well, listen to me now and get out of this elevator before it takes you back up there and another bird shits on you.

LMAOO

“Who are you?” he replied. “And what are you doing in my house, dressed like a lunatic Victorian ghost?”

LMAOO

My body just seemed to come alive around her—my wolf instincts in particular. Connect, protect.

🤭

He had me naked in what felt like seconds. When he pressed his mouth to my center, hot and wet, I gasped. Pleasure exploded through me, and he was relentless, as if he couldn’t get enough of it. As if he couldn’t get enough of me.