My name’s Conner. With a nick-name like Rock and my Shifter abilities, I’m pretty sure I can take care of myself. But she doesn’t seem to think so. And as it turns out Jazz is more than just a bounty hunter turned body guard. She’s more like me that either of us realized and maybe that explains the attraction. Or maybe it’s something else. Whatever it is, one (or a few) samples of her is not enough. I’m developing a real taste for Jazz.
The Seven: A Taste for Jazz: Book 3 of The Seven series
by Ciana Stone