LEASHING THE LYCAN

A blind date with a werewolf. A full moon. And a leash. What could possibly go wrong?

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I agree to one blind date to get my matchmaking best friend off my back. I wasn’t expecting Cal Mercer. He's big, broody, and spends the first ten minutes staring at me like I might be the one to bite. Then he feeds me his fries and bolts before dessert.

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Any sensible woman would let him go. Instead, I chase him into a dark alley. In heels. Which is how I end up holding a leash with a very large, very embarrassed wolf on the other end.

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Turns out Cal has a word for what I am to him. Mate.

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The scary part? I’m thinking about saying yes.

Welcome to Depravity, where blind dates bite, and the wolves are house-trained. Mostly.

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