Steamy werewolf MC romance novella that won’t leave your hanging in the end.

Tonight, he’s twisting more than just his throttle.

About a year ago, when my pack plowed through the local biker gang like a buzz saw, I lost a few brain cells in a massive hemorrhage. Now I’ve got CRS—can’t remember squat. Natie? I never forget her name, nor the curves that make me sweat trying to remember the last time I got laid. When I finally get her alone in the bathroom, one lick of her heat makes my blood run cold. She’s not just mine as in for now, she’s mine as in mate.

This is more than a case of potential morning-after awkward. If can’t remember who she is before I can imprint on her, it’ll not only break her heart, it could break me.