Werewolves exist. Shocking, I know, but not as shocking as the way I want to jump the super hot wolfman that walks in to my office.

Tall, Dark, and Furry has got a problem with authority. He's also batshit crazy. Pity, because nutjobs automatically make my do-not-date list.

On that same list is Anthony, the too-hot-for-his-suits district attorney. Instead of dismantling my cases, why can't he destroy my bra?

As if having the virile attention of a werewolf and a panty-creaming lawyer isn't enough, something is killing people. Witches, to be more exact. Rumor says it's a demon.

I might need a bigger cross - and a king sized bed.

Reviews:Jessie on USA Today wrote:

This is a down-and-dirty ménage book with werewolves and all kinds of paranormal creatures. I read Eve when I need laughs and steam, and this delivers on both.

Please note: This story has received a new look and title. Formerly known as Two's a Couple, Three's the Law. This story contains adult subject matter, menage situations and language that is not suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion is advised

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