I just wanted to sell my vegan tacos in peace. I didn’t plan on parking in the middle of a supernatural gang war, or being "protected" by three undercover cops who are hungry for more than lunch.
My name is Suki, and I sunk my life savings into "The Rolling Radish." I found the perfect parking spot: a quiet alley downtown. Unfortunately, it’s quiet because it’s the DMZ between the Vampires of the East Side and the Shifters of the West Side.
I didn't know that. I just knew that three very large, very handsome construction workers started buying my tofu tacos every single day.
They aren't construction workers. They are the "K-9 Unit"—an elite squad of shifter cops working undercover to prevent a turf war. They’ve been using my truck as a surveillance post. But when the Vampire mob starts threatening me for "protection money," the guys blow their cover.
Now, I’m being whisked away to a safe house (which is just their very messy bachelor pad) while they try to take down the crime syndicates.
Baylor: The Sergeant. He’s grumpy, hates vegan food, and is constantly trying to barricade my truck with his own body. He thinks I’m reckless; I think he needs a hug.
Clarke: The Demolitions Guy. He’s the chaotic one who accidentally ate a ghost pepper taco and fell in love with me while chugging milk.
Ford: The Sniper. The quiet, watchful one who notices everything—including the fact that I’m not scared of them, I’m attracted to them.
They have to stop a gang war, keep my business afloat, and keep their paws off the witness. They’re failing miserably at that last part.
A high-heat, standalone MMMF shifter romance where the heroine never has to choose. Expect sword-crossing, growly possessiveness, and a guaranteed HEA.
