Montana mornings are a bitch when seen through a migraine. Worse when deadly dreams play out in real life. I’m Dale Irving. Been called a bitch myself. Never been known for subtleties or sweetness. I run my ranch my way, to prove to my father and the town of Wolf Pack that I can. But I have to survive the headaches eating up my waking hours and the evil premonitions consuming my nights and creeping into my life. During one nasty headache, I hire Beau. I hate to admit I need him, or any man. Even more, I hate the way my body reacts to his. He’s directly out of my best wet dream. I put my defenses up against the latest rodeo Romeo. But he uses unusual abilities to rescue me several times. My willingness to allow Beau into my life unnerves me. We battle an unknown enemy. It kills for fun. For sport. For blood. I’m suspicious, but when paralysis becomes part of my headaches, Beau moves into the house. I start seeing the killings in my visions. Beau’s been a vampire for 250 years and running from a hunter for decades. He’s ready to fight both the hunter and the woman who framed him. She’s a more powerful vampire and his one-time lover. He needs me to defeat her and then the killer. Oh, his best friends are five furry werewolves. I’m immersed in a sensual, surreal world of vampires, lycanthropes, and ancient plots to rule the world from the middle of my ranch. Did I mention the best sex of my life?!