"I'm a what?"
"A werewolf."
"A werewolf who can't remember he's a werewolf because he has amnesia."
That pretty much sums it up. The timing couldn't be worse, too. Just when the pain of booting her asshat of a husband to the curb has started to lessen, Ella gets stuck babysitting his hairy amnesiac ass. Well...she is a psychiatric nurse, after all. In exchange for helping Crosby rediscover his inner werewolf, Ella has the pack's word she'll be granted a divorce. She'll be free to move on. Maybe continue the Twitter flirtation she's got going with @Hairofthedog. Hey, it's a start.
But Crosby isn't playing fair. No longer the Grand Poobah of Douchebaggery, with his memories gone, he's more the charming, fun-loving man Ella fell in love with. How's she supposed to hate him when he keeps smiling and charming and, oh yeah, screwing her six ways to Sunday? Though Ella's body is game for more physical therapy, her mind hasn't forgotten his betrayal. Crosby will need a damn fine excuse for what he's done.
As it turns out, he has one—and it's a doozy.