Alpha werewolf, Grayson Beckett,thinks money can buy anything—including a wife. But when he joins Love Bites, adating agency for supernaturals, finding a mate proves harder thanhe thought.
To help her boss, dating agencycoach, Jamie Osborne, reluctantly agrees to go on a date with Grayson. Afterall, she’d dumped her cheating fiancé at the altar, she couldhandle an arrogant werewolf, right?
Tensions run high, but the dategoes better than Jamie expected when Grayson turns out to be adoting dad with a tragic past.
But can the alpha win her trust and melt herheart?
DATING A WEREWOLF
Love Bites: A Dating Agency for Paranormals,#2
Abbey MacMunn
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DATING A WEREWOLF
Love Bites: A Dating Agency for Paranormals,#2
Abbey MacMunn
Chapter One
“Oh my God, I look like an Oompa Loompa!”Jamie grabbed the hand mirror and raced towards the window, hopingthe natural light would make her foundation appear less orange. Itdidn’t.
“I could try to tone it down a bit, Isuppose,” Willow offered, her shoulders sinking.
Jamie cringed. Sometimes her mouth ran awaywith her. “No, it’s fine. Maybe it will blend in more when itsettles.”
Willow sat on her lounge floor, surroundedby a pile of expensive makeup and beauty products; a perk of herfriend being a famousbeauty blogger. “I doubt it, but thanks for letting me experiment.It’s supposed to be their palest foundation, too. I won’t beendorsing it on my YouTube channel, that’s for certain.”
She rubbed at her cheeks, but Willow hadapplied the foundation so expertly it didn’t even smudge. “Remind me again why Iagreed to be your guinea pig?”
“Because you have fantastic skin andbeautiful big eyes; the perfect canvas.” She grinned, then added,“And I promised to make you one of my special mojitos.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere,” Jamie joked. “I’m going to needat least three mojitos.” She returned to Willow and scanned thepile of beauty boxes. “Haven’t you got anything there to take thismuck off? There’s not one foundation that will ever match myalabaster skin. I should have been born a vampire.”
“I thought you preferred werewolves?” Shereferred to Twilight. Willowhated it but Jamie had a thing for the films years ago—she stillhad a sweatshirt with Team Jacob on it.
“I did, back then.” Her friend hadno idea they existed for real,not that Jamie had ever met one. A witch and a warlock, yes, but apowerful werewolf, no.
“Maybe a bit of highlighter would help?”Willow picked up a makeup brush and went to dust Jamie’scheeks.
Jamie leaned back to avoidmore torture, laughing.“Leave me alone! I’m good with pale and interesting, thanks.” Shepreferred the natural look.
Her friend shook her head. “There’s no hopefor you, is there?”
“Nope.”
Jamie’s Chihuahua yapped as though toagree.
Her phone rang. She fished it out from her hoodie pocket andlooked at the screen. “It’s my boss.” A witch; one of the goodones. “Sorry, I’ll have to answer.”
Willow stood. “I’ll go make that mojito.”
“Three drinks, remember?” Jamie answeredher phone. “Hi, Harper. Is everything okay?”
“Hello, Jamie. No, it’s not. I’ve just had aphone call from a new client.”
“It’s my day off,” she reminded.
Her boss didn’t appear to hear her protest.“He could be really good for business. I wouldn’t normally ask,but…”
She did ask, all the time, above and beyond her normalemployee duties, and Jamie always obliged. That was the troublewith working from home, she never really had a day off.
“Ask what, boss?”
“His name is Grayson Beckett.” Harperpaused.
“Am I supposed to know who thatis?”
“I guess not. I thought you would with yourconnections, that’s all.”
“I don’t move in those circles anymore.” Herreply came out curter than she’d intended. Having a privilegedupbringing was not all it was cracked up to be.
“Anyway, he’s a werewolf; an alpha too,” Harper continued. “Youcan handle a were, can’t you?”
Jamie checked Willow was out of earshot.Her friend and neighbour knew she worked as an online chat coachfor a dating agency, but she didn’t know it was a specific websitefor supernaturalbeings.
“Yes, I can handle a werewolf,” shewhispered. Thanks to her mum marrying a warlock—her dear dad barelycold in the grave—she was no stranger to the supernatural worldmost humans were unaware of.
“Mr Beckett tried to sign up online lastnight, while you were onthe chatline, but he said he couldn’t fathom how to work it. Claimshe’s a bit of a technophobe.”
She pressed her lips together. Signing upto Love Bites dating agency was hardly rocket science, but it waspart of her job description to help new clients through the process. Dumb, overgrown dog.
“Although I find that hard to believe sincehe’s super-rich and CEO of several companies.”
Jamie wasn’t impressed by money, but if heowned businesses, maybe this Grayson Beckett guy wasn’t such a dumbdog after all. “Can’tZarya help him? She’s on today.”
“No, he specifically asked for you.”
The vagueness in Harper’s tone made Jamie situp. “Why would he ask for me?”
“He wants you to go to his house to helphim sign up. I’m sorry, but he wouldn’t take no foran answer.”
“We don’t offer personal visits.”
“He’s paying ten times the normalsubscription fee,” her boss told her. “He’s insisting you cometoday, within the hour.
