Vet Shop Boys

It's just a one-night stand, they said. It'll be simple no-strings fun, they said. They. Lied. I'm done with love and being broken-hearted. The only dogs I want to deal with are the ones I treat in the veterinary clinic I work at. But at 34, having my first one-night stand can't hurt. Right? The rules are pretty simple. But when Haze, the guy I spent a blazing hot night with and haven't been able to forget about, shows up as our new receptionist, the rules fly out the window.

Who needs a man when I've got cuddly kittens? No one's ever wanted me once they discover my secret. I guess that's why I've thrown myself into my work as a veterinarian, as well as become the proud paw-rent to my eight cat rescues. I've even managed to convince myself I'm purr-fectly happy being single. So when Bishop, a handsome stranger, strikes up a conversation, I don't expect it to lead to anything else. There's no way a guy wanting to start over is interested in love. So why has Bishop got me wishing for something more?

After getting cheated on at my own goddamn wedding, I'm through with men. I'm approaching fifty, and all I've ever wanted is to settle down, get married, and live happily ever after. But yeah, that hasn't exactly worked out great for me. The last person I expect to understand me is Tate. Sure, he's cute, curious, and clever. A firecracker with no filter who somehow manages to stay friendly and genuine at the same time. But he isn't exactly a settle-down kinda guy. Oh, and did I mention he's also twenty years younger than me? There's no way something could happen between the two of us.

A must-listen romance about a veterinarian looking for love. Contains mature themes.

A must-listen romance about a veterinarian looking for love.

Christmas just isn't my jam. The crowds. The cold. That Mariah Carey song blasting everywhere I go. Thanks, but no thanks. Don't get me wrong. I'm no Grinch. The holidays are awesome if you have a great family and money to shower them with gifts. Unfortunately for me, I have neither of those things. All I want for Christmas (great, now I'm quoting that damn Mariah song) is to focus on my internship at the Vet Shop Boys clinic and hanging out with my best friend and roommate. Turns out Chester has got other ideas.

Having spent the last three years caring for my dying mother, I need a new leash on life. So I say goodbye to the UK and take a job opening at a small-town vet clinic in the US. Via a layover in New York. Where I get, ahem, laid over. With a man. Not something I've ever done in my forty-three years. Not something I intend on repeating. Which won't be a problem since I'll never see the guy again . . . Until I step into the local bakery.

Casey Cox presents Book 8 in the Vet Shop Boys series. Contains mature themes.