I pretended to talk to the dead to pay my rent. I didn’t expect to accidentally solve a real murder, or to be put under "protective custody" by the three wolves running the Homicide division.
My name is Lola, and I’m a "spiritual consultant." (Read: I’m really good at reading body language and making lucky guesses). When the police hit a wall on the "Full Moon Killer" case, I offered my services for the reward money. I pointed at a random spot on a map and said, "The spirits say look here."
It was a total guess. Unfortunately, I was right.
I just wanted to sell my vegan tacos in peace. I didn’t plan on parking in the middle of a supernatural gang war, or being "protected" by three undercover cops who are hungry for more than lunch.
My name is Suki, and I sunk my life savings into "The Rolling Radish." I found the perfect parking spot: a quiet alley downtown. Unfortunately, it’s quiet because it’s the DMZ between the Vampires of the East Side and the Shifters of the West Side.
I didn't know that. I just knew that three very large, very handsome construction workers started buying my tofu tacos every single day.
They aren't construction workers. They are the "K-9 Unit"—an elite squad of shifter cops working undercover to prevent a turf war. They’ve been using my truck as a surveillance post. But when the Vampire mob starts threatening me for "protection money," the guys blow their cover.
Now, I’m being whisked away to a safe house (which is just their very messy bachelor pad) while they try to take down the crime syndicates.
Baylor: The Sergeant. He’s grumpy, hates vegan food, and is constantly trying to barricade my truck with his own body. He thinks I’m reckless; I think he needs a hug.
Clarke: The Demolitions Guy. He’s the chaotic one who accidentally ate a ghost pepper taco and fell in love with me while chugging milk.
Ford: The Sniper. The quiet, watchful one who notices everything—including the fact that I’m not scared of them, I’m attracted to them.
They have to stop a gang war, keep my business afloat, and keep their paws off the witness. They’re failing miserably at that last part.
A high-heat, standalone MMMF shifter romance where the heroine never has to choose. Expect sword-crossing, growly possessiveness, and a guaranteed HEA.
Now the killer thinks I’m a real threat, and the police think I’m a material witness. Specifically, the "Wolf Unit"—a special task force of shifters who handle the weird cases. They know I’m a fraud because they can smell the lies on me, but they can't deny my results.
To keep me safe from the killer, they’ve moved me into their safe house. Now I’m stuck trying to catch a serial killer with three men who are determined to interrogate me... thoroughly.
Detective Graves: The Bad Cop. He’s cynical, grumpy, and hates that he’s attracted to a con artist. He loves to use his handcuffs, and not just for arrests.
DA Miller: The Suit. Slick, legal-minded, and the brains of the operation. He wants to negotiate a plea deal where I plead guilty to stealing their hearts.
Zain: The Forensics Specialist. The eccentric genius who is fascinated by my "powers" (and my anatomy). He’s the one who realized that my scent is the only thing that calms their wolves down.
We have to catch the killer before he strikes again, prove I’m not an accomplice, and figure out why the "spirits" are suddenly telling me to climb into their bed.
The Medium Rare is a MMMF romance featuring a heroine faking it, three cops who play dirty, and a murder mystery where the suspense isn't the only thing keeping them up at night.
