Bro and the Beast 4 (The Wolf's Mate, #4)

by L.C. Davis

"We have to follow her," Raul chimes in. "Does anyone have a private jet?" We all just stare at him. Sometimes, it's easy to forget he's a fantasy alpha male from a romance novel, and then other times, it smacks me in the face like a ten-inch cock.

Unfortunately, I'm too tired to even stay awake for most of the flight and I end up falling asleep on Raul's shoulder. When I wake up, there's a puddle of drool where my cheek was and Raul is gazing down at me in pure adoration, like I haven't just been slobbering on him for the last two hours.

"That's the kind of transitional, expository scene I would have glossed over with a lazy time skip if I was still writing the book."