How to Save a Life (Howl at the Moon, #4)

by Eli Easton

The thing about dogs was, they were incapable of artifice or guile. They just wanted to be loved. They were far superior to humans in that regard, and in pretty much every other way besides—or at least, that was Rav's opinion after spending thirty-three years on earth.

I agree!

"Wow, now I see why you didn't want me to take Sammy to that meet and greet," Gerty said dryly. "If he'd been adopted out, he'd probably be running for president by 2020." "Well, that would be an improvement over the current lot," Rav muttered. "Play it again."

A-fucking-men to that. Better yet if he'd been running in 2016...

Rav resented his situation. Bigly.

Hee! Interesting word choice...

Lance was actually a for-fuck's-sake border collie shifter, and that his actions came from a deep desire to protect the town and the people he loved. He was Dudley Do-Right with a big fluffy dog inside. It was impossible for Rav to hate a guy like that.

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when an author manages to combine literary merit, vast stores of humor, melting hotness, and eye-dabbing sweetness into one story.

... happy readers rejoice! (This is from Eli Easton's "about me" following the story. I thinks she's really succeeded with this tale---love it!)