Bro and the Beast (The Wolf's Mate, #1)

by L.C. Davis

That's what I get for reading. I'm sticking to action movies with oily shirtless dudes and WWE from now on. Nothing good ever comes from literature.

I thought that line was just an exaggeration. That or the heroine has undiagnosed POTS.

Not only is he not a woman, he's the most masculine human I've ever met, but that doesn't stop me from thinking he's the most gorgeous person I've ever seen—of any species.

I know that was a mistake, too, when I see the murderous look he's giving me, as if I've just fucked his mother on his father's grave. Without a condom.

A fuck palace, if ever there was one.

When he turns away like I'm some Victorian lady in need of modesty, I'm pissed as hell, but I can't exactly call a guy out for not ogling my Johnson.

I love my girl Catalina and all, but next to a big titty goth girlfriend with a blackbelt and a degree in microbiology? Come on.

"He was injured?" the doctor asks. I stop in the doorway. "Not yet. But he will be when I'm finished questioning him."