Cold Hearted (Tooth & Claw, #1)

by Heather Guerre

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?

“Are you going to fall off?” he asked impatiently as she clumsily boarded behind him. “Hopefully not.” “Seriously, Grace. Don’t fall off.” “Oh, well, now that you told me not to, I definitely won’t.”

“Goddamn it, Grace! Quit using your feminine wiles to pull information out of me.”