Dammit , just how many toes was she going to have to stomp on before people realized she was a delicate freakn' flower? Naomi doesn't want to follow tradition and settle down with a violence-loving, chest-thumping shapeshifter. She grew up in a household with five testosterone-laden brothers where none of the dishes ever matched, the ugly-as-sin furniture could withstand any catastrophe, and Krazy Glue was bought by the case.

See what happens when a pigheaded man is subjected to a dose of jealousy - and a kick in the ass. Francine's loved Mitchell, a wolf like herself, since she first set eyes on him back when they were just kids. However, Mitchell's never seen her as more than another annoying sister. Determined to make him realize she's all grown up, she enlists the aide of Alejandro, a gorgeous cat shifter. She never counted on wanting them both.

Meeting the woman of his dreams would have worked a lot better if she didn't already belong to another man. But Chris wasn't about to let something like "until death do us part" keep him from claiming his woman. He'll do anything to win his mate, including throwing his attractive cousin at the pesky husband.

Trekking through the jungle isn't Ruth's idea of a good time, even if her companions are hotter than hell. With her sister missing, though, she'll do anything to find her - slog through swamps, squish giant centipedes, and fight her attraction to not one but two males intent on seduction. But when she discovers there's more to the hunks accompanying her than meets the eye, will she accept their alter wolf egos or completely freak?

Everyone's heard of the mysterious Moon Ghost Jaguars, supposed shape-shifting men who steal women as their brides. What they forgot to mention was that half-naked, ripped, and oh, so delicious, they always came in pairs - and turned into really big freakn' cats! But Carlie's not about to let these furry Tarzans dictate her future, even if they seem to have conquered her body.

Someone's killing shifters in prison, and Patricia needs help catching the culprit. The cougar enlists the help of Stu and Ricky, a techno geek and a reformed criminal, a mismatched pair who turn out to also be her mates. But Patricia's already loved and lost one man. Does she dare allow herself to care again?

Yeah, Derrick is angry and bitter, but with good reason. His army buddies should have left him to die instead of dragging him out of the rebel camp - and he means drag. Shrapnel to his back ensured his legs are useless hunks of meat. Everything below his waist is useless. As if that isn't bad enough, fate just has to kick a wolf when he is down and send him the curvy and luscious Janine. According to his inner beast, she's his mate. Not happening.