The Twunk Under Twilight

Lester Lyons:

I didn't walk away from my grossly greedy, coyote-shifter ex-husband just to watch my life circle the drain. I left with my pride, my cat Harriet, and my multi-jointed tiger tail intact. Now, I’ve got a quiet house in Bay Park and a 24-hour diner to keep afloat. The only thing keeping me sane during the graveyard shifts is my MSN text-fest with 'Bandaidboy'—a supposedly spoiled rich kid from La Jolla who I'm completely falling for. But when my tiger instincts catch the scent of my ex’s pack sniffing around my diner, the pieces suddenly click. The boy I’m falling for online isn't in a seaside mansion. He’s the exhausted kid scrubbing plates in my own dishpit... and he’s being hunted.

Kirby Kendall:

Honestly? Scraping by in San Diego takes more than good looks. It takes survival skills. By day, I’m elbow-deep in grease at Moe’s Diner just to pay rent on a rink-a-dink room on Lauretta Street. But online? Online, I’m La Jolla elite. My fake, rich-kid persona is the only thing that snagged the attention of 'Daddy'—an older, protective guy who actually makes me feel safe. If he knew I was just a broke kid living off McDonald's ketchup packets and AOL free trials, he’d bolt. But things at the diner are getting weird. There’s a creepy regular watching my every move, and suddenly, my grumpy manager is looking at me like he knows exactly who I am.