“Jill Shalvis is a total original! It doesn’t get any better.” —Suzanne Forster
“Shalvis breaks new ground with this sexy paranormal romance…told from both his and her perspectives.” --Booklist
I Should Have Stayed In Bed
Three weeks ago I, Rachel Bond, inherited a bed-and-breakfast. In Alaska. Just this morning I was in my warm bed in LA but now here I am, up north—and this is, like, nosebleed north—sorting it all out. So:
Bears and wolves and moose can’t be any worse than LA guys.
You’ve heard of “starving artists?” I‘m about to faint. So it’s probably time for a change.
My good friend Kellan—you’ll like him, unlike me, he’s cool under pressure—suddenly has this animal sexiness I’ve never even seen before.
The house chef can’t cook, and the guide can’t read a map.
Kellan’s sudden hotness is getting very hard to ignore.
I just got hit by lightning.
And I’m not sure if this is a pro or a con just yet, but since that lightning bolt, I can see through everything. As in completely transparent. That was before things started to get really weird . . .