The Husky Who Stole My Heart

Synopsis

Alex Grant and I were sworn enemies—publicly, we were business rivals, but privately, we'd gladly bury each other six feet under. Everything changed the day I adopted a husky who looked exactly like him. I named him Husky Alex and took him to bed every night. Rubbing his fur, I'd grumble that Alex Grant must be sterile and a total jerk. Then one morning, I woke to find him in my arms—not a dog, but Alex himself. All eight-pack and sharp as a knife, he pinned my cheek and sneered, "Had fun trash-talking me? So now I'm just a jerk, huh?"