Romance Expected Dating Service

Finley: I'm a wolf shifter who never quite fit into my pack-not because they didn't love me, but because I just wasn't . . . typical. When my well-meaning parents started throwing every eligible alpha my way like I was in some furry version of The Bachelorette, I ran to the city and found a job at REDS, a dating agency for shifters who don't fit the usual mold. I didn't expect my first client to be another wolf. Michael's all lean lines, sharp suits, and dry wit. The more time we spend together, the more I start to wonder . . . maybe I can't find him a mate because I want to be the one he chooses. Michael: I'm not into wilderness, I hate camping, and I'm more comfortable with spreadsheets than hunting rabbits. Sue me. REDS was supposed to help me find someone who could see past all that. It . . . didn't. The only good part? My matchmaker, Finley. She's curvy, clever, and completely convinced I'm someone else's perfect match. When she suggests a "practice date," I jump at the chance. But now I'm stuck pretending while all I want is the real thing. How can I get her to see me as her partner instead of a client in need of fixing? Contains mature themes.

Becci: Shifter men are the worst. After the latest one flipped out because I wouldn't give up my job as a research scientist to play house, I accidentally shifted. In a restaurant. Into a twelve-foot crocodile. REDS is my last shot before giving up on men. And they actually find me a reptile shifter, hot and quiet with gila monster vibes. Things are looking up. Right until I got tasered outside of my lab and six goons shove me into a black van. I'm blindfolded, handcuffed, and on a loaded onto a plane. But then? Boom. Gunfire. Chaos. And I'm being carried through the jungle by my not-so-mild-mannered date. Cal: I'm done with mercenary life. It's time to settle down and find a girl who doesn't mind a gila-guy with a bit of a dangerous vibe. I don't expect my match to be kidnapped by a bunch of paramilitary thugs. Seems the mercenary life isn't done with me. Good thing I brought weapons. Now we're on the run in the jungle, dodging bullets, trading banter, and trying not to die before I can convince her I'm not just the guy who blew up her captors. Because Becci? She's brilliant, brave, and beautiful . . . and I need her to be mine. Contains mature themes.