I don't mingle with the monsters.
Sorry, creatures and beasts. They're not "monsters" unless they prey on humanity. Except, it's just a matter of time for most of them, right?
Then a frustratingly helpful and sinfully handsome werewolf walks in my door, and I can't help thinking that maybe I'm wrong to paint all the magical creatures with the same brush.
Maybe I'm into a man with more than a touch of wild inside him.
Warning from the author: This book contains steamy, sexy "monster"-human shenanigans, enough naughty words to make someone (not me) blush, and a monster hunter who needs to open her eyes enough to see the man in front of her who's more than the beastly bite that infected him.
A Touch of Wild is an approximately 5,500-word (22-page) short story with a happy-for-now ending.