Romance Expected Dating Service

I'm a wolf shifter who never quite fit into my pack—not because they didn't love me, but because I just wasn't...typical. When my well-meaning parents started throwing every eligible alpha my way like I was in some furry version of The Bachelorette, I ran to the city and found a job at REDS, a dating agency for shifters who don't fit the usual mold.

Becci: Shifter men are the worst. After the latest one flipped out because I wouldn’t give up my job as a research scientist to play house, I accidentally shifted. In a restaurant. Into a twelve-foot crocodile. REDS is my last shot before giving up on men. And they actually find me a reptile shifter, hot and quiet with gila monster vibes. Things are looking up. Right until I got tasered outside of my lab and six goons shove me into a black van. I'm blindfolded, handcuffed, and on a loaded onto a plane. 

Jenna: Find a guy, screw him senseless, lock it down, and live a life full of luxury and bottomless mimosas. Is that such a bad dream? Too bad step one keeps blowing up in my face. Especially once they find out I'm a fox shifter. Then I meet Fenton. He's a bobcat shifter, a gorgeous one, and surprisingly charming. After a few dates, I'm starting to think I can skip the whole gold-digging plan and just fall for him. But there's one little problem.

Lindsay: I'm not asking for much. Someone who can go toe-to-toe with me and can handle a woman as stubborn as a . . . donkey shifter. So far? No luck. When REDS suggests a blind date, it's a no brainer. No names, no backstory, just chemistry. And Josh? He's all chemistry. Broad shoulders, a calm...