Celeste was a shifter. What's the worst part of being a snow leopard shifter? It wasn't the epic-sized hairballs or the constant nudity. No, it was the fear. The fear of being captured and becoming another statistic, another underground prize. When an unintentional rescue results in some accidental consequences, Celeste knows that the sunny-natured Reese will have her back. However, she didn't plan on his best friends being quite so hostile, or the fact that Reese was one of the youngest billionaires in the US. His friends look at her and see just another gold digger; one they want gone by any means necessary. Fine, she hadn't planned on staying anyway, but while she was here, she was happy to play cat and mouse with Lincoln, the jacked-up bodyguard and Vincent, the way too pretty rockstar. Because her snow leopard? She wanted to roll around on them like they were catnip and she'd never been great at self-denial. But death still waits in the shadows for its prize, and this time, there will be no accidental savior coming to her rescue.