My mother always called me a lone wolf. I did my own thing, played by my own rules.Which is why after my dad died I ran away from everything, only to find myself in a small town, at a tiny bar, hustling drinks to the truckers that liked to sneak peeks of my boobs. They clearly thought I didn't notice. Oh, I noticed, and if they were nice enough about it I might let them see more than some well-placed cleavage in the back room. Hey, a girl on the move has to take her needs into her own hands, and sometimes my battery-powered boyfriend just isn't good enough. It was all a good time until one of those handsome bikers that passed my way wanted a bit more than a backroom boink. Damn it all, these guys are persistent.Except there is something about him that makes me want to be around him, and hug him... and kiss him. Not exactly what my internal 'lone wolf' is used to. Except it turns out, I'm not the 'wolf' in this equation at all... and Luke has been searching for me for a while. A Shifter Romance with secrets, mystery, and lots of pulsing muscles. Happily Every After Guaranteed!