That Hound Don’t Hunt by Julia Mills

Take…

Seventeen screaming Shifters without a smidgen of sense…

Five feathered femme fatales led by the most fantastic fuchsia Flamingo…

One broken-down, bramble-covered, behemoth of a building called Bailmore Hall…

And a hot-as-homemade-sin hunk of a Hound Dog with hazel eyes who makes me huff and honk and think of humping.

Throw them all together in the backass Swamp on the wrong side of Tallullu Parrish, Louisiana, sprinkle with a dash of murder, a pinch of mystery, and a helluva lotta mayhem and you’ve got my life.

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