Puppy Love by Kameron Claire

Kirian: It’s been three weeks since my new neighbor moved into the adjoining duplex. Three weeks of hearing a woman I’ve yet to see conjure up fantasies with her phone sex job, and of a howling demon dog who makes noise morning, noon, and night. I’m ready to give her a piece of my mind, except she isn’t what I expect, and one look at her spilling out of her tank top erases all of my complaints except one—if she’s going to cause me to lose sleep, I have a much better idea on how to we can do that.

Jamie: I’m a PTSD counselor—not a sex phone operator as my neighbor accuses—and I’d be a lot more pissed off if he wasn’t standing there, near naked, in the form of some mythical Nordic god. And the fact that my puppy has sided with him isn’t helping me stomp away in a huff either. Should I trust my puppy’s instincts and give this guy a second chance at a first impression?