Cunning by Kamryn Kohl

A wolf may be seductive, but a fox is cunning.

REYNARD
If my dad says one more thing about a mate, I’m going to pull my beard out. Well, maybe not that drastic, but close. There are only so many women in this small town, and most of them go to the wolves. Everyone I’ve dated finds fault in my freckles, nose, hair, beard or attitude. Sorry, ladies, I’m not shaving the beard. None of them caught my attention until I saw Claire Morrow, but she’s here for a funeral. Not exactly the best place to pick up a date. Or a mate. I am running out of options. A girl from Florida who is going home in a week isn’t an option. An outsider who has no knowledge of shifters is not an option. So, why is it every time I look at her, I feel like Claire is my only option?

CLAIRE
My week begins with my car in a ditch in Fort Payne, Alabama and listening to my neighbors in the hotel having sex. Once this funeral is over, I’m going back to Florida and warmer weather. My “rescuer,” Reynard Wilton, is the exact opposite of every man I’ve ever dated. Something about his ginger flop of hair and scruffy beard provokes lustful thoughts that I shouldn’t be having because I have a very serious boyfriend. One thing after another happens to keep me in this small town, and I’m beginning to wonder if someone has a clever scheme to keep me here. I hate to inform him that I’m here for a funeral, then I’m gone. I don’t care if he is the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. Seeing him naked doesn’t help my resolve, but I’m still leaving.