“I could pin you to this table right now with your hands behind your back and there wouldn’t be a thing you could do about it,” Michael growled lowly. Ezra’s eyes flashed with interest. “Do it,” whispered Ezra with a smirk. “I dare you.” Michael grit his teeth, fingers flexing above the table, itching to grab the vampire and prove a point. He remained where he was and dropped his gaze. Ezra chuckled triumphantly. “All bark and no bite.” * * * Everyone knows that werewolves and vampires are the greatest of enemies. Everyone knows that detectives shouldn't want to kiss the criminals they are trying to arrest. At the tender age of ten, Michael's family was slaughtered by vampires. Now, he's an experienced detective with a hatred for bloodsuckers and he hides himself amongst humans, protecting them wherever he can. When playful thief Ezra Romero shows up, Michael can smell him a mile away. He wants the cocky vampire behind bars or, better yet, dead. So, why does he get so flustered when Ezra begins to flirt with him?