Rescue Me: Animal Attraction

By Kameron Claire

He's looking to adopt a pit bull. She's a romance author who fosters puppies. She writes about happily ever-afters, but can he give her one?

Dorian: I've wanted to adopt a dog for the last year, but I believe a dog—much like a girlfriend—should come into my life naturally, not via an app designed like a dating service. So, you can imagine my surprise when I meet the woman of my dreams who not only fosters the dog I want to rescue, but wrote the date like ads. Can I convince her to rescue me like she's rescued the adorable fur kids that brought us together?

 

Cersei: I'm a romance author and a foster mom, so my adoption ads get some inappropriate inquiries that have nothing to do with the dogs, but I can't ignore the response from the hot guy with the sparkly blue eyes who seems like the perfect adopter. After we meet, I'm wondering if he's also perfect for me, and if he could be the guy to give this romance author her happily ever-after?

 

Each book in the series is a complete, standalone story. This is a steamy short story romance, complete with instalove and a guaranteed happily ever-after. If you're looking for a great lunchtime read, or something to spark sexy dreams before bed, you'll want to pick this one up.
Animal Attraction Series: Lucky Dog, Frisky Kitty, Puppy Love, and Rescue Me

• Language: English
• Publisher: Snuggle Whore Press, LLC
• Release date: May 27, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201139551

Kameron Claire

USA Today Bestselling Author Kameron Claire loves building worlds where heroes and heroines push, pull, and fight their way to the love and happiness they deserve. She writes full length and short, steamy romance with an emphasis on strong female characters—often in male-dominated roles—and the alpha men who know how to love and support kick-ass, take-charge women.  While she may not need him to save her, she wants him to love, support, and most of all, RAVISH her. ** Get up to date information and freebies as a newsletter subscriber: www.kameronclaire.com/newsletter ** Reach out and chat with her anytime on Facebook at www.facebook.com/kameronclaireauthor

Book preview

1

DORIAN

"W hat about this one?"

I sigh and hit the mute button on the remote before leaning over to glance at my twin sister DeeDee’s phone. Too much hair.

She swipes left. And this one?

Too small and skinny. It’ll freeze to death the first cold snap we get.

Not if you put a coat on it. She snaps.

Groaning, I roll my eyes. I’m not getting a four-pound designer dog that requires a fur-lined coat to pee outside. Isn’t that the point of a dog? It comes equipped with all the outdoor wear it needs twenty-four-seven.

You can’t bitch about a dog shedding hair in one breath and then say you won’t put a coat on it in the next.

Sure I can. I unmute the TV and catch the tail end of the sportscaster’s wrap-up about Sunday’s early games. My sister insists I need a dog, and while I do want one, I’ve been dragging my feet on pulling the trigger. I feel like if I was meant to have a dog, I’d just stumble upon one and that would be it.

It’s the same way I feel about a girlfriend.

Did I lose you? Yeah, this is usually where DeeDee groans and smacks me in the face with a throw pillow. But I’m not an online dating kind of guy, and they designed this rescue app like one of those blasted platforms, to include cute profiles, three glamour shots, and the whole swipe left or swipe right bullshit.

DeeDee shoves her phone in my face and snatches the remote out of my hand, turning off my TV.

Hey, I'm watching that.

She points at her phone in my hands. And now you’re giving me your undivided attention for the next ten minutes. I’ve already set up all the important parameters—must be housebroken, and must be good with other dogs and kids.

Why kids? I ask and roll my eyes when she points to her swollen belly. Oh, yeah.

Swipe left for no, right for maybe. She scoots forward until her butt is on the edge of the seat and then pushes herself up with a groan. I note that she’s taking the remote with her as she rounds the corner into the kitchen where her husband is making a sandwich. Her dog Brutus, also a rescue, follows her into the kitchen.

Refocusing my attention on the device in my hand, I swipe left on a few, not really reading them before a clever tagline grabs my attention.

Hot studs or sexy ladies only apply.

Because of the tagline, I scroll through the pictures. A cute gray and white pit bull mix, but honestly, half the dogs on here are pit bull mixes. This one, like all of them on this app, has three photographs. One is at the park surrounded by four other dogs, two of which look similar in build and stature, but with different coloring and markings. One is a spaniel of some sort, and the other is an even smaller dog, but I’m unsure what kind. The next picture is of the gray and white pit bull, on leash, running alongside a pair of smooth, bare, muscular legs. The last picture is of the dog sitting on a woman’s lap. Her head is cutoff—the woman’s, not the dog’s—but her torso, as well as a pair of fantastic tits, are acting as a backdrop for the dog to snuggle up against.

Yeah, if I had those as a pillow,