I moved halfway across the country for this guy—knowing that he wasn't interested. And that's probably not even the stupidest thing I've ever done.

The stupidest thing I've ever done is seriously contemplate telling him that I'm falling in love with him. While also trying to find a job and keep my new coworkers from finding out that I'm a shifter. In a small town where everybody knows everybody else . . . except me.

The same small town where Elliot's dad was murdered, where Elliot was almost murdered, and those people have family and friends who are still openly anti-shifter. The town is divided over whether it wants to embrace its shifter citizens or watch them literally be torn apart. I know which side has my vote, but I'm clearly the outsider here.

So here I am, in a tiny midwestern town with more cows than people, trying not to get fired, not to get outed, and not to get killed . . . all while hoping to somehow figure out a way to make Elliot Crane fall in love with me.

I'm going to need a lot more than luck.