Crocodile Tears
Becci
Shifter men are the worst.
After the latest one flipped out because I wouldn’t give up my job as a research scientist to play house, I accidentally shifted.
In a restaurant.
Into a twelve-foot crocodile.
Yeah. Not my finest moment.
REDS is my last shot before giving up on men entirely. And they actually find me a reptile shifter, hot and quiet with gila monster vibes in a good way. Things are looking up.
Right until I got tasered outside of my lab and six goons shove me into a black van.
I’m blindfolded, handcuffed, and on a loaded onto a freaking plane with no clue who took me or why.
But then? Boom. Gunfire. Chaos. And I’m being carried through the jungle by my not-so-mild-mannered date… who’s head I might have just tried to bite off.
Cal
I’m done with mercenary life. It’s time to settle down and find a girl who doesn’t mind a gila-guy with a bit of a dangerous vibe.
I don’t expect my match to be kidnapped by a bunch of paramilitary thugs. Seems the mercenary life isn’t done with me.
Good thing I brought weapons.
Now we’re on the run in the jungle, dodging bullets, trading banter, and trying not to die before I can convince her I’m not just the guy who blew up her captors.
Because Becci? She’s brilliant, brave, and beautiful… and I need her to be mine.
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