Weremole Kira Kolanowski has spent twenty-nine-ish years of her life half-blind and occasionally half-dead. (Her family isnât exactly loving.) In an effort to remain fully alive, she moves to Grayslake, Georgia, with her poor excuse for a guide dogâa guide dog who decides to lift his leg and relieve himself on sexy-smelling werebear Isaac Abrams's belongings. And when he roars . . . well, it makes her heart go pitter-patter and other parts go âooh baby, ooh baby.â Just when she thinks she might have found happiness, a raving she-bitch werebear chick tries to kill her with the same poison that scarred Isaac to hell and back. The poison that Kiraâs family happens to manufacture . . .
Isaac Abrams is leaving Grayslake. Heâs tried, lord how heâs tried, to settle into life in Grayslake after the birth of his niece, but itâs not happening. Heâs been home for a year, and itâs been 365-plus days of women looking past him and flat-out pretending he doesnât exist. The battle with the hyenas didnât just ruin his face, it ruined his chances at finding a mate in his hometown. So, heâs leaving. Or he was leaving until one day a lush, curvaceous weremole wanders into his half-packed house . . .