I was not impressed. He was boring, lazy, stupid, careless, gross, and not even very good looking. How he actually got me into bed with him the first time I don’t exactly remember. I was drunk and on the rebound when my perfect relationship went south. Maybe I was vulnerable, maybe I just wanted revenge on my ex, maybe he was just cheesy enough to hold my drunken attention long enough to trick me into his bedroom. Yet here I am four years later still waking up to the back of his useless head. Why do you ask? Because he’s a shapeshifter, a skin changer, a sexual werewolf. When the moon is full and we’re alone in the bedroom his true form reveals itself. This unattractive, pointless, lump of a man transforms, he rises out of his unimpressive...