Dmitry 'Dimi' Lord never planned to work for the damned and the dead. Goth is always in and all, but it was never his personal style. Plus he's a good god-fearing boy...at least, as far as his granny is concerned.

He just doesn't like to work hard, and Renfield Services pays him extremely well to do what he does best: buy things. Hard job to turn down.

But his latest assignment might be what breaks him.

Dimi has been hired to prepare the Diablo Range pack's eligible pups for the werewolf marriage mart, their wardrobe's at least, and he's not convinced there's enough money in existence to make it worth while.

Well, not unless the pack leader comes with the deal.

Unfortunately, Shadrach Hollis is as committed to three things in this life. His pack, his beard and his strict 'no humans' rule-which covers no tarrying, no dallying, and no fun of any kind. Which is a shame, because Dimi has ideas involving leather pants and a razor.

Luckily, though, the rule about the pack comes before everything else. And when something tries to kill Dimi, he learns that-for the duration of his contract-that includes him.

Now Dimi has to figure out who wants him dead so he can report the culprit to his boss, convince a pack of dirtbag teenage werewolves that if they want to mate for life in 2026 they have to at least consider a sarong... and maybe find a way to properly thank Shadrach for keeping him alive.

Preferably without getting eaten.