Solitary rancher Damon Carhart expects to spend the rest of his life alone. Then an injury to a beloved stock dog sends him to the nearest veterinary clinic for help. His crusty old veterinarian friend is away and in his place is a young doctor in whom Damon initially has no faith. Once he entrusts his canine friend to Eric Vann’s care, everything begins to change. And once desire gets a bite on him, what can he do but go along for the wild ride?<br><br>Eric Vann has loved animals all his life, following in an uncle’s footsteps to become a veterinarian. He knows if he ever finds a soul mate it will be another male. When Damon comes in, fierce in defense of his favorite dog, Eric is immediately captivated. Can he overcome the other man’s instinctive resistance to the powerful attraction that begins almost at once?

Doggone Love

The grin Eric had worn as he watched Brandi display herself for Damon faded as she moved on to him. He set his cup down and gripped the arm of the chair hard with one hand, while the other moved down to rub the growing bulge in his faded jeans.


Okay, he isn’t immune after all. Damon wasn’t sure if he was pleased or dismayed to learn that. Well, any guy under the age of ninety could hardly be unstirred by the blatant sexuality of Brandi’s moves.


Holy shit, this babe is hotter than jalapenos. I sure hope she’s over eighteen, but she did mention dancing in clubs. I don’t guess they’d allow minors even in the shadier parts of LA.


Knowing she was Julio and Rosalinda’s granddaughter didn’t help either. It almost felt like he was ogling a kid sister here. Still she started it, and assuming she’s legal, what can anyone say?


Chapter 8