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.”

Fantastic. My cat has the style of a ninety-year-old woman who collected haunted bric-a-brac.

Where did he buy these things? The Grumpy McHottiePants store?

“I don’t like the idea of anyone speaking negatively about you. Not even you.”

“I watched those damned builders flirt with you all afternoon, and I watched you flirt back. Which is your right, of course. But Isobel, I’m not made of steel.”

“I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you, Isobel. You’re perfection. So yes, I was jealous.”

“Isobel.” His tone was heavy with desire. Tortured, almost. “You can’t look at me like that.”

“Don’t you want me?” He groaned, low and soft, then reached up and cupped my cheek. “More than I’ve ever wanted anyone or anything in my life.”

You make everything better.

My mate.

I love him.

“You might as well call me Gran, if you don’t mind.”

“And, not to freak you out, but you’re my mate.”