Cold Hearted (Tooth & Claw, #1)

by Heather Guerre

He wore glasses to read. A pair of scholarly, slightly dweeby, horn-rimmed glasses. Grace stood frozen in place, staring at him. Those nerdy glasses with that messy beard and his wind-burnt cheeks and his big hands and—ugh.

But really, how dare he? How dare he be so fucking hot and also be such a massive jerk?

She turned her back on Caleb, so she wouldn’t be distracted by the sexual potency of his mountain-man-scholar look and took the first essay off the stack. They

Yes, she was reluctantly attracted to him. But only to his face, and his body, and his smile, and how he looked when he was reading, and how competent and in-control he was as a pilot. But that was it. His personality needed more work than big muscles and intense eye contact and unexpected literary interests could make up for.

“You don’t have to be an outsider,” he said softly, dipping down to kiss her again. This one was soft, gentle. “The pack would take you in.” “The pack?” “Goddamn it, Grace! Quit using your feminine wiles to pull information out of me.” “I’m just laying here!” “And you’re very good at it.”