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

by Eli Easton

Charlie was descended from bloodhounds. He was a gifted tracker and incredibly tenacious when trouble came down, but he wasn’t the brightest pup in the litter.

Lily snorted. “As if I would tell anyone! You think I want it spread around that my son’s into puppy play?” Lance felt his temper supernova. Yes, that was really quite an interesting sensation, the way the cells inside his chest spontaneously burst into flame. “I AM NOT INTO PUPPY PLAY! AND HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW THAT TERM?”

Lily snorted. “Any fool can see that boy is not a drug lord. And if he does grow a little pot, well, big deal. I used to enjoy reefer now and then. It makes you nice and loose for sex.” “Mother!” She rolled her eyes. “I swear, we should never have let you play fetch when you were an adolescent. Obviously one of those sticks got lodged up your behind.

Just for that, Lance held Tim’s hand the entire drive to the Mountain Place, even though he’d always been a stickler for ten and two. Some things were worth breaking the rules for.

“Good thing I skipped my prime rib body wash then and used the peanut butter. Dogs don’t like peanut butter, right?”