Einstein adores his owner, Becca Sinclair. He also likes his new next-door neighbor, Dan "Wolf" Wolford. He likes how the man scratches behind his ears and talks to him. He'd like to bring his owner and Wolf together. Like most dogs, Einstein has a few tricks up his paw. So he's taught himself how to open Becca's dresser drawers and snatch a pair of her thongs. Yup, this German shepherd's on a mission. Hey, they don't call him Einstein for nothing.
Let me share a few snippets to show you what I mean...
Becca sipped her lukewarm hot chocolate and
winced. “By the way, mutt-meister, you better leave my thongs alone.” Einstein
stopped licking and raised his head. “I mean it. Stay out of my underwear
drawer. Just my luck, I get a dog who teaches himself to open drawers. There
are teeth marks around my dresser handles.” The dog whined and went back to
loving his testicles.
Wolf smiled and tilted his head. “Although, I am
getting pretty familiar with your taste in underwear. Einstein left a pair of purple
thongs beside my ladder the day I fell off and leopard print thongs at my back
door yesterday.”
“Oh, no,” she groaned. She’d never had trouble
with her dog running off until this man moved in next door. She could see why a
woman might chase after Wolf—an enticing blend of macho, good looks and an
unexpected measure of gentleness—but why was her dog so damned attracted to
him? And just why was her dog so
suddenly set on stealing her underwear?
“What did you do with my thongs? You never
brought them back.”
“Tied them to the handle grips of my Harley.” He
jerked his thumb over his shoulder.
“You what!”
She would kill him.
Einstein propped his
nose on the edge of the tub as she bathed. The hot water soothed her aching
muscles, clearing some of the mental fog from her thinking processes. She had
to admit she shouldered some of the blame for her broken heart. Hadn’t she guarded
it this past year? Yet, as soon as one dark-eyed man with a lone dimple aimed a
smile her way, she lowered her guard. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.”
Her dog whined and
rested a paw on the tub. She leaned toward him and he licked her face.
“Looks like it’s just
you and me from now on. And no more carrying my underwear next door to that
man. You hear?”
He barked twice.
“Don’t you talk back to
me.” She stood and dried off. “Do I need to rearrange my drawers?”
He growled deep in his
throat, turned and sat with his back toward her. And wasn’t that just like a
man?
BLURB: There’s only one thing on
Becca Sinclair’s Christmas list this holiday season – her very own column in
the local paper. And if she can build a huge blog following, her wish just
might come true.
Enter Dan “Wolf” Wolford aka the man-whore next door and the new
star of Becca’s popular, post-divorce blog about men. A Navy SEAL turned
commander of the Florida Marine Rescue Unit, Wolf’s the very definition of the
word alpha – and with an endless rotation of women on his doorstep, this hunk
on a Harley has Becca and her female followers all hot and bothered!
All Becca wants for Christmas is her newspaper column, right? But
when she finds herself the target of Wolf’s irresistible attentions, her snarky
comebacks become less and less convincing and, suddenly, she’s not so sure
anymore…
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