Everyone says it's suicide disturbing the grumpy old bear living in the woods. But I’m the bad little wolf that doesn’t like being told what to do. When someone pushes, I push back. Common sense.
It turns out the lone bastard up there isn’t old. Jim Bob might be one sullen werebear, but he sure is smoking hot. The kind of sexy bastard I want to ride, except Jim gives me conditions: we do this his way or I hit the highway. What he wants is impossible. Jim wants the entire mate package—the mind-blowing sex comes with the sappy words and the messy feelings. Am I up for the challenge?