Claws and Crochet
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CLAWS AND CROCHET
by Lauren Connolly
CLAWS & CROCHET
She’s used to hooking yarn, not hooking werewolves…
When Zoey's estranged grandmother passes away, the crafty crocheter volunteers to venture to Pine Falls, Colorado to clean out the woman's cabin. But when a confusing flyer lands Zoey and her balls of yarn in the middle of a motorcycle club's bar, she becomes tangled with the residents of the mysterious small town. One handsome biker in particular seems hell bent on tying her up in knots.
Warner Jameson wants Zoey. She smells like the perfect mate with a side of maple syrup and her laughter is the sweetest sound he's ever heard. When the woman appears in the Dark Moon Riders' bar toting a bag of crafts and showing no fear toward the mass of intimidating bikers, it's all Warner can do to keep from kneeling at her feet. The problem is, not only is Zoey an out-of-towner, she's human. And he's...not.
Unwilling to let his supernatural secret ruin his happiness, Warner decides to show Zoey just how lovable a monster can be. It helps that she needs rescuing a time or two. But what start out as unlucky accidents, soon become clear actions of sabotage against the woman he's falling for. Someone in Pine Falls doesn't want Zoey sticking around…
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CONTENT WARNING
This book deals with emotionally difficult topics, including loss of a loved one, depression, self-harm, attack by a wild animal, fighting, biting, and physical injury. Any readers who believe that such content might upset them or trigger traumatic memories are encouraged to consider their emotional well-being when deciding whether to continue reading this book.
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ZOEY
The Rabbit Hole wouldn’t have been my first choice for hosting a crochet club. The building is all old wood with small windows illuminated by neon beer signs. I mean, I knew I was going to a bar. The flyer on the library’s bulletin board that shouted Sip ’N’ Stitch described a gathering of people interested in crocheting, knitting, sewing, and drinking.
Sounded like a group I could get along with.
To fulfill the sip half of Sip ’N’ Stitch, a bar makes sense.
But I imagine this place sits on the darker end of the watering-hole spectrum.
Maybe it’s a hipster bar, I reason.
Back home in Denver, I visited some beat-up-looking places, only to find them filled with people wearing designer jeans, hundred-dollar flannel shirts, and glasses with rims so thick that you’d think half the grad-student population was dealing with glaucoma.
The Rabbit Hole could be one of those. Once I open this battered door, I might find myself in a speakeasy with artisan cocktails.
In that case …