Retirement was going so well, until it wasn't...

Declan McClintoc retired from supernatural detective work three years ago. He does not take cases. He does not get involved. He does not open the door at 4am.

He opened the door at 4am.

Now he's got a wolf-shifter witch sleeping in his bed — framed for murder, hunted by the people who actually did it, and completely dismantling the very careful nothing he'd built around himself.

She didn't ask to become his problem.
He didn't ask to become her protector.

Turns out neither of them had a vote.

(genres: paranormal romance)
(services provided: developmental editing)

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