Sometimes you just have to embrace your fate.Seth has a secret: he has a crush on the human next door. His brilliant plan to meet Jack, the man of his dreams who happens to be an animal trainer? Take wolf form and ask his best friend, Max, to take him next door for training. Seth is the only one surprised when things go horribly awry.
Still, can this shy wolf and a human meet their fate as mates?
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Cat gives this one 4 Meows...
This is book 2 in A Series of Fates and it can be read on its own but I think you would understand things and who the other characters much better if you read in order. They are short and fun so go ahead and read the other one!
This is Seth's story and I loved him so much in book one I couldn't wait for this one. I also liked it better. Seth is sweet but has picked up some bad habits from his bestie Max. I loved some of the lies he told to get what he wanted and the laughs I got from some of them.
Jack is the new guy in town and a human. He is also a dog trainer. When Seth first heard the new man's commands outside the window and hit the floor sitting, I thought I would choke from laughing so hard.
I also liked getting deeper glimpses of Zeus the bad boy Beta with a big heart. I can't wait for his book next.
This is a short, funny book that will make you smile, laugh and sigh. There is no sex in this one which I was kind of glad. It just wasn't needed.
Excerpt...
Chapter 1: All By Myself
“I’VE CHANGED my mind. I can’t do it,” Max said for the fifth time, pulling a stack of clothes back out of the moving box.
“You’re doing this, even if I have to have Zeus tie you to the hood of the Hummer. You’re moving out.” Seth grabbed the stack of clothes out of Max’s hands and threw them back into the box. He was putting his foot down this time. Max had been resisting the move into the lodge for weeks. “If Zeus comes in and catches you unpacking again, he may murder you.”
“Oh my God,” Max gasped in outrage. “You’re not doing this to be supportive of my relationship. You don’t want me to live here anymore, do you? And here I was worried about leaving you alone.”
“It’s not that I don’t love you,” Seth assured him. “But if I have to spend another night listening to you two in the bedroom, I may accidentally smother myself with a pillow.”
“How dare you. Our love is beautiful.” Max cradled a shirt to his chest.
“It’s like listening to my parents do it.”
Max seemed to contemplate Seth’s words before responding. “Okay, you’re right, that’s gross,” he agreed. “I’m going to miss you, though. Are you sure you’re going to be okay here by yourself?”
“Yes, I’ll be fine, and you’ll still be here with me at the bakery all day,” Seth said, with more confidence than he actually felt.
“True,” Max agreed, seeming pacified for now.
“Okay, let’s focus and get you moved in with your mate. Where is he, by the way? I’m surprised he put Zeus in charge of moving you.”
“He had to go out of town to meet someone who’s applying to move here. He won’t be back until next week. He says you can’t tell what someone’s really like by just doing a background check.”
Easter Valley’s resident application process was no joke.
“What are you going to do with this room?” Max asked, looking around.
“I was thinking about turning it into an office, maybe donating the bedroom furniture, but after you two love-nested all over it, maybe I should just burn it,” Seth said, curling his upper lip in pretend disgust, poking the mattress with his finger.
“You are not burning my love memories.” Max knocked Seth’s hand away. “I’ll have Zeus come back later and get it. You know, I think maybe it’s time you started looking for your mate, or maybe just date a little until he shows up. You’re really getting crotchety in your old age,” Max informed him, closing up the top of the box.
“I’m nineteen,” Seth said, rolling his eyes. “I’m not in a hurry to be with anyone. Sweets & Meats is what’s important to me right now.”
Max shook his head at Seth. “I hear the words coming out of your mouth, but all I can see is your cold, lonely soul.”
Seth laughed at the empathy on his friend’s face. “Will you stop being so dramatic. I’m fine.”
I write about painfully awkward, usually embarrassing, romance because long confident gazes followed by sexy dancing NEVER happens to me. I am a native of the Pacific Northwest, and will probably never leave. I'm like a hypochondriac sundae, with claustrophobic sprinkles, and a big cherry of anxiety on top, so I don't travel much. I read to relax my mind, so I love getting lost in someone else’s story, even if it is only for a little while.
This looks like a fun story!
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