When a limousine showed up at my door one afternoon and the driver invited me to get inside, I was much too curious to refuse. Now, he's whisked me off to begin the adventure of a lifetime, working with shape shifters in a hidden preserve. For an animal behaviorist like me, it's the chance of a lifetime.
But I'd be lying if I didn't admit to having a strong attraction to my new boss though. The man leaves my heart palpitating and my knees weak, and I'm dying to throw myself into his arms. There's just one hitch. My coworkers and I only ever talk to Bruin over a microphone. Nobody has ever seen his face. Does this mean I'm doomed to spend my nights alone?