How to Howl at the Moon (Howl at the Moon, #1)

by Eli Easton

Daisy looked torn between her loyalty to Lance and her natural friendliness. She was a second genner, and had come from retrievers anyway—not

She was also a royal pain in the ass. Lance had heard humans talk about the tenacity of Jewish mothers. He didn’t know any, but he’d be surprised if they could hold a candle to the relentless herding instinct of a quickened mother who was descended on both sides from border collies.

it’s not like we have gang wars or hordes of dog catchers invading the area,”

The cop was all legal authority now. It was sunny, and he wore mirrored sunglasses. He looked like someone cosplaying Eric Estrada except, yeah, way cuter.

Lance tried not to look at the sandwich, but he was feeling more than a little peckish and his dog instincts were clearly interested—warm, safe, food. The doggie trifecta.

Tim had already had visions of the dog running around in the yard while he worked in the greenhouse, and keeping him company at night, someone he could talk to, someone who loved him just the way he was. Weren’t dogs supposed to be like that? What did it say about Tim that even a dog rejected him?

So much for running to the store today to pick up dog food and a collar. Tim should be glad not to have to spend the money. He didn’t feel glad.

all he’d really learned was that even their date night had been a joke, and that Lance couldn’t lie worth shit. When would Tim ever learn? Anger and pain coursed through him.