Moonlit Nights & Northern Lights

<p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>How to survive fake dating your telepathic arch nemesis during an undercover mission in Scotland:</strong></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>1. Don't think horrible thoughts about him in case he's listening in. The creep.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>2. Ensure Freddy the zombie ferret doesn't bite him. Much.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>3. Try not to call him Detective Dickface</span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)> (unless he really deserves it).</em></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>̶4̶.̶ ̶D̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶l̶e̶t̶ ̶h̶i̶m̶ ̶f̶i̶n̶d̶ ̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶'̶r̶e̶ ̶c̶a̶t̶c̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶f̶e̶e̶l̶i̶n̶g̶s̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶h̶i̶m̶.̶</span></p><p></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Rory</strong></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Imagine my surprise when my missing ex-boyfriend's phone pings back to life in the one place I swore I'd never set foot in again: home. Home to the pack I left years ago where I'd learned I'd never be enough.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>I'm probably mad for agreeing to go-after all the pack gathering I've been invited to is definitely a trap-but even more crazily I'm being sent with a man who hates my guts. The detective who threw me into a cell during a full moon condemning me to an agony that I still have nightmares over.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>It doesn't help that he's hotter than hell. Thankfully he's straight otherwise the way he looks at me sometimes might put ideas in my head... If I were ever able to forgive him of course.</span></p><p></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Theodore</strong></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>He's loud. He's infuriating. He thinks it's okay to insult me to my face.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>So why have I agreed to partner up with Rory Thorne to investigate missing shifters?</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>And even worse why have I agreed to pretend to be his </span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>boyfriend?!</em></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Being a telepath means I've always kept the world at arm's length. I don't have time for tiny wolves with chaotic energy and ridiculous hair and eyes that taunt me with their enigmatic colour-an ocean-forest riddle that distracts me more than I care to admit.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Can the two of us pull off our undercover mission? Possibly if we don't kill each other first...</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Or even worse kiss.</span></p><p></p><p><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Contains: a bi-awakening in a moonlit forest only one bed because the hotel clerk ships them a zombie ferret that likes to get bitey wolf cuddles let's get this out of our system and a rather mysterious zapping thing...</em></p>