GwendolynI'm hunting my best friend's killer. The police want me to believe an animal attacked and killed her. There must be an epidemic of savage animals because I have found dozens of deaths neatly hidden away, all with the same signature. So when I get a tip it's happened again, I can't help myself. The truth is out there. I have to find it. But instead I meet him. The grumpyliscious lumbersexual holding down a barstool. He's the perfect distraction to make it through the nightmare hours. For once I don't dread the night. When I wake up and he's gone, I tell myself it's for the best. I wasn't staying anyway.KanzaThe only lead on my missing twin just turned up dead, and if I'm not careful, they're going to pin the murder on me. As a gargoyle I'm used to hiding what I am. Pretending to be a human to shake a shifter tail at a bar is routine. Picking up a girl is just part of the act. But Gwen is so delightfully raw and real that I forget the fact that I'm using her. When our paths cross the next day, I realize the fates are pulling us together, and Gwen isn't all that she appeared to be. She's hunting the same monster I am, only she thinks they're human.Gwen asks the right question to the wrong monster and sets events in motion we cannot stop. The monster we've been hunting is now the one stalking us for sport, and televising it no less. I only hope that I can protect her. I'm smaller, slower, and weaker than other gargoyles, but I was born with the same drive to protect as they were. I'll get her out of this alive, or I'll die trying.