[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Romance, Alternative, Paranormal, Shape-shifter, Vampires/Werewolves, MM, HEA] Dean is the alpha of his pack, the protector and provider for his mate and family. But the enemy has been slipping through his fingers as of late, and when his mate, Adam, makes his plans known that he wants to get a job at a local store, Dean's alpha pride cannot take the hit, especially after his brother-in-law gets hurt at his own job. Adam knows Dean tries so hard. He knows Dean has a lot on his plate, and his decision to get a job has nothing to do with that. He's not trying to hurt or insult his mate, but it seems that even an alpha needs reassurance from time to time, to prove to his mate that Adam's need to work has nothing to do with Dean, and Dean is still a capable warrior and provider regardless of Adam's decision. Marcy Jacks is a Siren-exclusive author.

From the USA TODAY bestselling author of Sweet Thing and Nowhere But Here comes a love story about a Craigslist “missed connection” post that gives two people a second chance at love fifteen years after they were separated in New York City. To the Green-eyed Lovebird: We met fifteen years ago, almost to the day, when I moved my stuff into the NYU dorm room next to yours at Senior House. You called us fast friends. I like to think it was more. We lived on nothing but the excitement of finding ourselves through music (you were obsessed with Jeff Buckley), photography (I couldn’t stop taking pictures of you), hanging out in Washington Square Park, and all the weird things we did to make money. I learned more about myself that year than any other. Yet, somehow, it all fell apart. We lost touch the summer after graduation when I went to South America to work for National Geographic. When I came back, you were gone. A part of me still wonders if I pushed you too hard after the wedding… I didn’t see you again until a month ago. It was a Wednesday. You were rocking back on your heels, balancing on that thick yellow line that runs along the subway platform, waiting for the F train. I didn’t know it was you until it was too late, and then you were gone. Again. You said my name; I saw it on your lips. I tried to will the train to stop, just so I could say hello. After seeing you, all of the youthful feelings and memories came flooding back to me, and now I’ve spent the better part of a month wondering what your life is like. I might be totally out of my mind, but would you like to get a drink with me and catch up on the last decade and a half? M