Running into your one night stand is always awkward.
It's especially awkward when said hunky hookup pulls you into a secret war over fossils and a kidnapped, newly awakened Albertosaurus shifter.
As if my life wasn't already a mess (understatement), now I'm cruising through Canada hunting down an ancient monster who tried to kill us, attempting to get my social media career off the ground, and ignoring my feelings for my one time fling.
Royal is hot as fire, funny, brilliant, and has a thing for dinosaurs almost as much as I do.
Probably because he is one.
Bonus.
Contains mature themes.
Trapped on a cruise ship with a man I absolutely hate is not how I wanted to spend this fake honeymoon. Especially when my 'fiance' has a deadly ex on the same boat.
Jackson is everything I'm not: brash, careless, and a former fossil thief. But he's my ticket to getting what I want-the original Spinosaurus fossils that have been lost for decades. Now I have to play the part, win the fossils, and try not to kill him in the process.
The danger of being caught, tortured, or killed isn't what scares me.
Navigating the waters of this fake relationship is threatening to pull me under.
And I'm terrified of sinking.
Contains mature themes.
My standard issued lab badge reads 'Simon' but it really should say 'unexciting nerd with no social life' Don't get me wrong-I love what I do with a passion, but it doesn't leave a lot of time for much else. Especially romance.
While chipping away at my work, I'm suddenly the person between hired cartel muscle and the fossil that will define my career. Which isn't the most insane part of the story.
My savior is a chaotic, bat-wielding punk with a bubble gum pink mohawk and a killer smile.
In a mad dash to escape the thieves, my knight in studded armor sweeps me across the country while hitting every tourist trap along the way. While smuggling a fossil, might I add.
Oh, and did I mention this pink punk can shift into a dinosaur?
Contains mature themes.