The holidays are giving Kizzie the gift of a lifetime

— she’s the mate of two wolf shifters!

Dex and Dane couldn’t be more different. One is motorcycle boots, leather, and all things wild. The other is a cowboy hat wearing sweetheart who owns the local bar. And Kizzie is the lucky lady who gets to keep them both!

When she moved back to Wolf Hollow, she only wanted a fresh start. Not once did she ever imagine she’d up being mated to two wolves, and just in time for the holidays!

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When she approached, the man watched her with apprehension. Considering it was a wedding, he probably thought she was out to nab herself a husband. And while a husband did sound nice, she didn’t plan on just picking one up at random. If she could do that, she would have headed over to Wal-Mart and asked if husbands were in housewares. She might have had a better shot at getting what she wanted. Or getting one at all.

“Hi,” she said as she came to stand next to him.

“I’m sure you’re real nice and all, but if my brother is trying to set me up on a date –”

Kizzie held up her hand. “Stop right there. He just thought you might want someone to talk to, and since I’m new to town too, maybe we have something in common.”

His gaze skimmed over her from head to toe before he snorted and turned away.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, her hand going to her hip.

“You’re champagne and I’m cheap beer. What the hell could we possibly have to talk about? I bet you have some fancy job making lots of money. Probably live in some huge house, driving some fancy car.”

Kizzie tapped her toe while she waited for him to finish. If there was one thing she hated, it was people making assumptions. He didn’t know her, and yet he’d taken one look and already decided he didn’t like her. “Done?”

He shrugged. She narrowed her eyes and her fingers twitched as she fought the urge not to smack him. Insufferable. That was a good word for him.

“For your information, against Fiona’s wishes, I’m working at the diner right now. For a man who cannot possibly be human. I don’t even know shifters with manners as bad as his, and I’ve seen the way some of you fall on your food like rabid wolves. He’s a mountain troll, possibly, but definitely not human. I’d thought I had a job lined up at the tattoo shop, but it fell through. I live in a studio apartment in the questionable part of town, and my car? It’s the rusted heap out front with bald tires. My jewelry is fake, my dress came from a thrift store, and my shoes were on sale at a discount store. Are there any other assumptions you’d like to make about me just because I showered and attempted to look nice for the wedding?”

Inwardly, she winced. Kizzie couldn’t believe she’d just unleashed on him like that. It wasn’t like her. Well, not usually. He’d just rubbed her the wrong way.

He had the grace to look sheepish. “I’m sorry, I just… you look so well put together, with your hair up like that and nails all painted. I figured you had some cushy office job somewhere. You definitely look out of my league.”

In all fairness to him, she’d had a cushy office job. Until the boss and his nephew got into a pissing contest over her, not that she’d been interested in either of them, but they hadn’t taken that into consideration when they informed her she had to choose one of them. Apparently, laughing hadn’t been the right answer. She’d been given a half hour to clean out her things and leave the premises. Of course, that was after the harassment had started the previous two weeks. She’d had just enough cash in her savings to make the move to Wolf Hollow and rent a cheap place to get her started. Kizzie still hadn’t told Fiona where she was living. She knew her friend was going to blow a gasket.

“You don’t look like a waitress,” he said. “You belong behind a desk.”

Kizzie shrugged. “I used to work in an office. But Wolf Hollow is a fresh start for me, which means new job and new living arrangements.”

He held out his hand. “I’m Dex, by the way. Dex Rockford.”

“Kizzie Walker.” She placed her hand in his and felt tingles all the way up to her shoulder. She’d never quite felt anything like it before, and she was loathe to let his hand go, not wanting the sensation to stop.

Dex nodded toward the bar. “Can I get you a drink?”

“Not to play into your misconception of me, but I’d love a glass of champagne.”

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About the Author

Award-winning author Jessica Coulter Smith has been in love with the written word since she was a child writing her first stories in crayon. Today she’s a multi-published author of over seventy-five novellas and novels. Romance is an integral part of her world and she firmly believes that love will find you at the right time, even if Mr. Right is literally out of this world.