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Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 32263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)

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Life in the village is kind of boring.

But all of that changes when the wolves come.

These wolf shifters haven’t been in the human kingdom for centuries, but here they are, rounding up all the women.

The Wolf King is desperately searching for his mate.

He’s huge.

Dangerous.

Terrifyingly beautiful.

And out of everyone, King Alaric picks me.

He says I’m his one true fated mate.

That the moon and the gods and fate chose me to be by his side.

With a crown on my head.

This powerful, dominant king wants me to be his queen.

He demands it.

He wants heirs. Lots of them.

Enough princes and princesses to fill his castle.

I should say no.

I should fight him.

But my body says yes.

And my heart is already his.

Because once a Wolf King chooses you…

There is no escape.

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Chapter One

King Alaric

There is no lonelier place than a throne during a mating ceremony. The crown has never felt heavier than it does tonight.

I sigh as I grip the armrests of my throne, watching all of the excited people gathered around for the Lunaris Vinculum, the sacred night of the binding.

I glance up at the full moon, silently cursing it under my breath. It feels merciless tonight as it casts the town square in rays of silver.

Every wolf in the kingdom can feel it. A full moon is an energizing event for a wolf shifter. It electrifies their bones and tingles their skin. It feeds their inner wolves and makes them feel unstoppable.

Normally.

I look inward, searching for my wolf. Still nothing.

This is becoming a problem.

All eyes snap to me as I rise from my throne in the courtyard and clear my throat.

A thousand people drop to their knees and bow their heads.

Complete silence.

“True mates,” I bellow. “Present yourselves.”

Excitement and merriment explode through the courtyard as everyone jumps to their feet, laughing, cheering, and parting the crowd to make way for the couples racing through. The wolves circling the outer edges of the crowd throw back their heads and howl.

I stand at the edge of the raised dais, my hands clasped behind my back, my golden crown digging into my temples as I watch with a lump in my throat.

The couples look so happy as they approach, holding hands, unable to look away from each other’s eyes. The air is thick with anticipation. With heat. With need.

They line up in front of the dais, looking up at me with bright eyes and restless energy.

About three dozen couples tonight. Some young—these are the lucky ones, who will spend their whole adult lives with their fated mate—and some older—these ones having waited years, even decades, for this night.

But they all look ecstatic. The wait is almost over.

In the wolf kingdoms, there is no claiming and no sex until the mark is placed.

It is the oldest law we have.

It’s sacred.

These eager lovers have waited a moon cycle for this. Some have just experienced thirty long nights of aching carnal hunger, which will finally be quenched tonight.

The excitement in their eyes is palpable. They’re buzzing with anticipation.

Sex hangs in the air like smoke. Like something sweet and dangerous and just out of reach. Wolves don’t hide desire well. I can smell it on them. Taste it.

After this ceremony, these fortunate couples will disappear for days.

Weeks, sometimes.

They’ll be locked together in an endless mating marathon.

Friends and family members will leave food and drink outside their door. It’s rare, but some rutting mates have died in the past, never emerging from their den, having starved or died of exhaustion or thirst. That’s how consuming the first mating process is for us wolves.

And that’s what these lucky couples will be experiencing tonight.

I breathe in slowly.

I envy them more than I should.

How many times have I stood here?

How many Lunaris nights have I presided over as king, watching others claim what I may never have?

Too many.

I can command anything into existence. Except that.

“Approach your king,” I bellow.

The first pair steps forward and walks onto the dais.

They kneel before me, heads bowed. They’re a young couple. Barely the age I was when father died, and I took the crown.

I thought my queen would arrive imminently.

Two decades later, and she’s still not here.

The thought makes my heart ache.

Focus. Do your job.

These shifters have waited their whole lives for this moment. I can’t make it about me and my despair.

“Rise,” I say in a deep, commanding voice.

The male’s hands tremble at his sides as he rises to his full height. He barely reaches my chin. I know how large and imposing I am. It helps as a king. It shouldn’t, but it does.

“Face your would-be mate.”

They turn and face each other. The fear evaporates. Love and lust take their place as the two stare at each other with sparkling eyes and silly grins. They hold hands. She tilts her head to the side, exposing her neck as she licks her lips. He lets out a low growl of primal anticipation.

The trust in her eyes is moving. She knows he will never leave her. There’s no doubt that he will be true.

It’s a certainty with mates. It’s a core trait of our species.

It’s our way of life.

I lift my hand, and the courtyard stills.

“Before the moon, the pack, and the crown,” I say, “you stand to bind yourselves.”

I look at the male first.

“Do you claim this woman as your mate,” I ask, “to guard her with your life, to honor her above all others, and to stand by her side for as long as your wolf draws breath?”

“I do,” he says without hesitation.

I turn my gaze to the female.

“Do you accept this man as your mate,” I ask, “to walk beside him in strength and in struggle, to share your lives, your bond, and your fate, and to choose each other for all your days?”

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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24049 (not accurate)
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It was just another routine call.

A barn on fire.
Some girl’s kiln went wild in her pottery studio and was burning the place down.
We rolled up to the scene as usual, but nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.
Her.
There was nothing routine about June.
Wild. Headstrong. Creative. Fighting the flames like she didn’t even need us there.
One look at her and my whole world was on fire.
One look and my instincts took over.
Protect. Claim. Devour.
Firefighters don’t lose control.
But I’m losing control over her.
One look and I’m gone.
One kiss on the firehouse roof and I’m done for.
She’s mine.
And I’ll burn the whole Greene Mountains down to keep her.

A possessive firefighter meets a fiery artist in this Red Hot Greene Mountain Boys story. A spark develops into an inferno while these two get their HEA

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CHAPTER ONE

Ethan

“Ethan!” Doug yells from the front desk of the firehouse. “There’s someone here to see you!”

I close my eyes.

Mason snorts out a laugh.

“How many this month?” Lincoln asks as he deals the cards.

“Three?” Colton says, trying to remember.

“No, four,” Mason corrects. “Someone came last night but he wasn’t here.”

We’re in the back of the firehouse, the four of us playing cribbage. James is in the corner, pounding the heavy bag with his bare fists like the thing just insulted his wife.

“ETHAN!” Doug screeches like a banshee.

Mason’s shoulders start shaking as he giggles. The prick is loving this.

“It’s not funny,” I say, glaring at him.

“It’s pretty funny,” he replies, giggling louder.

He’s on my team and we put in five bucks each for the winners.

“We forfeit,” I say, tossing my cards on the cribbage board. “Funny now?”

“Hey!” Mason shouts as I stand up. Lincoln and Colton grab our cash with a laugh. “You can’t do that!”

I hear them squabbling over the money as I take a deep breath and head into the front.

“Good luck,” James grunts as I pass him, the chain rattling with every hard hit.

“Thanks,” I mutter back. I knew this damn fireman calendar was a bad idea. I didn’t want to do it. I still don’t know how I got talked into it. We’re not even halfway through the damn month and I’m already wanting to hide in a cave somewhere in the mountains.

Doug pops his head around the corner, grinning like he’s delivering good news. “She’s cute.”

That does not help.

I take a deep breath, suddenly feeling tired as I walk around the corner into the front. I go this way so the front desk will be a barrier between us.

Her face lights up when she sees me.

I force out a smile.

She is cute. And she has a nice smile. That just makes me feel even worse that I’m going to have to let her down.

She’s wearing a sundress with her blonde hair all done up, flawless makeup on. She’s holding a basket—an actual basket—with gardening tools inside. There’s a trowel, gardening gloves, and a few seed packets. There’s also a huge red bow tied to the handle.

“It’s you,” she says like we already know each other. “Mr. April.”

“Ethan,” I correct.

“Of course,” she says, stepping forward.

I resist the urge to step back.

“I’m Rachel,” she says, staring at me without blinking, a huge, slightly-creepy smile on her face. “I’ve been watching you… On the calendar.”

I swallow hard. “Oh yeah?”

I’m praying for the fire alarm to go off so I have an excuse to jump on the truck and speed out of here.

This damn calendar. When is this nightmare of a year going to be over?

I did it to raise money for the library after it burned down. I didn’t expect the thing to go viral. And I certainly didn’t expect it to give me an army of stalkers. I never would have agreed to that.

I like to keep to myself and stay quiet. I’ve always been uncomfortable with that kind of attention. I’d rather blend in rather than being looked at and this stupid calendar has left me feeling exposed in a way I’ve never felt before.

I don’t like it.

I like being needed by the community, but I don’t care for being desired by random women. The other guys may like it, but it’s not my thing.

“I brought you something,” she says, lifting the basket and putting it on the counter. “I could tell from your picture that you like gardening.”

Doug, watching from the doorway, lets out a low appreciative whistle. “Classy move.”

I take the basket because not taking it feels rude, even though I immediately regret it. She’s going to take it as a positive sign and that’s not a good thing. “That’s… thoughtful.”

All of this… It feels… exposing. Like something private got dragged into the open without my permission.

I was gardening on the roof of the firehouse when James’ girl, Victoria, snapped the photo of me. It’s a closeup taken from below. I’m shirtless, wearing my suspenders and firefighter pants, mid-laugh. My dirty hands are cupped together and there’s a small mound of soil in them with a tiny green sprout standing proudly.

Rachel takes a deep breath and puffs out her chest. “I was wondering if maybe you’d like to grab a drink sometime? Or coffee? Or⁠—”

I don’t let her finish. I keep my voice calm. Gentle. Respectful.

“I’m really flattered,” I say honestly. “But I’m not looking to date right now.”

Her smile flickers. Just a little. “Oh.”

“I’m sorry.”

She nods quickly, too quickly. “No, that’s okay. I just thought I’d try.”

She yanks the basket out of my hands before I can say another word, turns, and practically runs out without looking back. The bell over the door jingles as the door closes, too cheerful for how awkward the moment feels.

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I hate Christmas.
I hate the crowds. I hate the traffic.
And I hate the annoying tourists that descend on my mountain town every December.
They've turned my peaceful mountain oasis into a loud festive hell.
So, when the town hosts a Christmas tree lighting festival, I know it's time for my revenge.
Christmas is about to be canceled.
By me.
And my vicious roaring grizzly bear.
But when we spot our Christmas-loving mate in the crowd, everything changes.
I thought Christmas was my enemy.
Turns out it delivered the one gift I never knew I needed.
My mate.
And that's one gift, I'll never give back.

Boone is a grumpy grizzly bear shifter who's about to meet his jolly, Christmas-loving mate, Veronica. Is she the one woman who can melt a hardened heart... and tame the grizzly who tried to steal Christmas?

Hot shifter insta-love between fated mates that will steam up the holidays! SAFE, no cheating, double V-cards and a HEA sweeter than a candy cane. Enjoy and Happy Holidays!

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CHAPTER ONE

Boone

“You gotta be goddamn kidding me,” I growl as I turn the bend and see a mess of cars on the road.

“Move!” I holler, slamming my fist down on the horn.

I see heads popping up and eyes looking at me in rear view mirrors. “Move!”

They don’t move. It’s a traffic jam.

A traffic jam in my little mountain town. Un-fucking-believable.

My heart hammers in my chest as I sit here stewing, looking at all of the stupid fucking Christmas decorations. I hate December. I hate this whole moronic season with the annoying lights, irritating music, dumb stories, and sparkling crap hung up on light posts.

I don’t understand any of it.

Normally, I spend all of December hiding in my remote cabin on the mountain, hiding from all of this nuisance, this migraine waiting to happen, but I’m missing some supplies so I was forced to head into this jam-packed town.

There are tourists everywhere.

The only thing I hate more than Christmas is tourists. No, that’s not true. I hate Christmas more.

“Come on,” I growl, squeezing my steering wheel as the cars inch forward.

These festive people descend on my little town like locusts this time of year. Look at them, crowding the restaurants, filling the stores, walking down my streets with bags and bags full of crap. I hate it.

My inner grizzly on the other hand, is excited. He’s perked up inside me, trying to sniff the air, trying to catch a whiff of our mate. All the new people in town has him all cheery and hopeful that he’s going to find her.

“Never going to happen,” I grumble, trying to snuff out his optimism. She’s not coming and even if she was, I wouldn’t want anything to do with her.

I like my solitude. I like being alone, just me, in my cabin, fishing, hunting, trapping game and sitting in silence. The last thing I need is a woman around who will demand all of my time and won’t ever stop yapping in my ear. I need that like I need this goddamn traffic jam.

“Fuck,” I growl when I finally inch around the corner and see all the cars waiting to get into my lane. Where are they all coming from? This is a nightmare.

Everywhere I look, it’s just red brake lights and exhaust smoke drifting up into the cold air.

The other eleven months of the year, I can zoom around these streets, no problem. There’s still people—still too many people for my taste—but it’s bearable, at least. This however… This is enraging.

“Fuck this,” I growl as I yank my truck to the side and drive on the snow-covered grass. Someone honks at me, so I throw up my middle finger, not caring who sees it. It’s for all of them.

I cut through the town square, grinning when I see a few people scatter out of my way. One guy leaps into the snow and it makes me chuckle.

I pass the massive tree they put up every year. There must be a billion trees in these mountains, but for some reason that I’ll never understand, they cut a beautiful majestic pine tree down and put it in the town square, stringing it up with lights and decorations. It’s madness.

I park right there in the town square, my truck perched up on a snowbank like I own the place.

“What the hell?” some lady complains as I get out, stepping into the crunchy snow. “You could have killed someone!”

“But I didn’t,” I grumble, glaring at her. “So, what’s your problem?”

I slam my door closed and lock it.

“Be more careful when you’re driving in town,” she says. “Asshole.”

“This is my town,” I grumble as I walk by, shooting her a dirty look. “I don’t need to be told how to drive in it by tourists.”

I’ve lived here my whole life. She’s probably been her for eight hours.

I shove my hands in my pockets and start walking to Steve’s General Store, trying to ignore all the happy people around me.

My bear is in full-on giddy mode, pacing around and whimpering to get out. All the smells… All the new people… It’s getting him all joyful and upbeat. He really thinks his mate is in this crowd… What a dope.

Even if I did have a mate out here—which I don’t—I wouldn’t want any woman who celebrates this moronic holiday. No, thank you.

I feel my grizzly inside, prancing to the surface, asking, no begging, to be let out.

Fuck off, I tell him. Not going to happen.

He whimpers and circles inside, not taking no for an answer.

What the fuck did I say, I roar at him. Stop making this shitty day worse.

He continues pacing. He doesn’t ask again, but he doesn’t go too far either.

I suck in a breath and curse when I see how packed Steve’s General Store is.

“You gotta be shitting me,” I whisper when the lady at the door says that I have to wait in line to get in.

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You’d think my cousin’s destination wedding in the Caribbean would be paradise.

But you haven’t met my family.

Loud, drunk, and just trashy enough to keep me in a permanent state of secondhand embarrassment.

It’s going to be a week from hell.

An unexpected upgrade to first class feels like my only escape.

But there’s no escaping the man sitting next to me.

Adrian Drake.

Forty-two.

Tall, broad, and handsome in a way that could cure anyone’s fear of flying.

He radiates money, confidence, and control.

And I’m instantly captivated.

He invites me to ditch my family and spend the week with him at The Aurelia, the most luxurious hotel on Isla Verdanza.

I should say no.

But one look at him and I know I’d follow this man anywhere.

This was supposed to be my cousin’s wedding week.

Now it feels like my honeymoon.

Maybe paradise isn’t a place after all…

Maybe it’s sitting beside me at thirty thousand feet, wearing a devastating smile and calling me his.

Maya wanted paradise and she got it with a hot billionaire on the beach. But Adrian Drake is the kind of paradise you don’t come back from. This hot, dirty-talking silver fox is not a vacation. He’s forever.

An irresistible age-gap, beach read set at the luxurious Aurelia Hotel - where billionaires get everything they desire.

SAFE, no cheating, and a sweet HEA

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CHAPTER ONE

Maya

“No way I’m vacationing with them,” Dad says, looking a little pale as he stares at the groomsmen hollering and banging their fists like a bunch of gorillas in the airport bar. “It’s seven thirty in the morning and they’re already doing shots.”

I’m sitting at the gate with my parents, watching as a pit forms in my stomach as the groom stands on a wobbly barstool and chugs a full mug of beer. His convict buddies yell excessively loud as he holds the empty mug upside down over his head and then hops down. My cousin Leah, the bride, wraps her arms around his tattooed neck and kisses him like chugging a beer in an airport at seven thirty in the morning is something to be celebrated and proud about.

“Oh my god,” Dad says, dropping his head into his hands. “This is going to be hell.”

My mother is usually the optimistic counterweight to my dad’s cynicism, but even she looks horrified.

I’m just sitting on the seat between them with my legs crossed, nibbling on a chocolate chip muffin. I’ve found that it’s best to keep to myself when my dad is annoyed and going off on one of his tangents.

“Where did Leah even find this guy?” Dad asks with a groan. “The prison parking lot?”

“They met at work,” Mom says.

“He has a job?” Dad says, shocked. “How do you even get a job with all of those face tattoos?”

“I didn’t say it was a good job,” Mom corrects as she stares at the rowdy group with her nose scrunched up.

See, Leah has always been a little trashy and she’s always liked her guys the same way. Over the years, we’ve had to deal with all of her ‘interesting’ boyfriends. There was Mick who got kicked out of my grandmother’s house on Christmas for yelling at her dog, and Tommy who told my aunt that she had ‘nice tits for an old broad,’ and now she’s getting married to Taint.

Yes, Taint.

I’m not sure if it’s a nickname or an abbreviation or what, but it’s the only name I’ve ever heard. It was even on their wedding invitation. Well, it was an email, not an actual invitation. That would have been too classy for the bride and groom.

We got invited to the last minute tropical wedding on Isla Verdanza, which is located in the Caribbean Sea between Antigua and Guadeloupe, and we all wanted to say no, but Aunt Jennifer, the bride’s mother, guilted us into going.

I mean, it should be good, right? Palm trees and tropical drinks and soft sand and all-you-can-eat food—it should be a dream come true. But with Leah, there’s always a catch.

And I’m pretty sure the catch is our resort—The Breezy Winds Resort & Casino.

The price tag tipped us off. $449 for the week.

The abundance of one-star reviews confirmed it.

This place is going to suuuuuucccckkk.

“I can’t believe we got dragged into this,” Dad says, pulling out his phone. “Look at this. This guy says there were bed bugs in his room.”

“Will you stop reading those reviews?” Mom says with a sigh.

“Breezy Winds,” Dad says. “People call it Sleazy Sins because it’s full of people like that.”

He points to the airport bar where Leah is now getting in on the chugging. Her friends are hollering like people who are a little too old to be hanging around at the college keg party as she chugs a huge beer, dribbling half of it onto her chest.

“How can so many people think that a face tattoo is a good idea?” Dad says, shaking his head. Now, he’s looking at them like a nature observer who stumbled across a troop of baboons.

There are a lot of face tattoos at that bar. So many face tattoos. For the record, my family has no face tattoos.

“What does that guy have on his forehead?” Dad asks, squinting his eyes.

“It says Peace or Death with barbed wire wrapped around it,” I tell him between bites of my muffin.

“Peace or Death?” Dad says, rolling his eyes. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

He sighs as he turns back to his phone. “This person says there was a fistfight in the lobby when they arrived. What kind of shithole place is she forcing us to go to?”

“People who leave reviews always have something to complain about,” Mom says.

“These people got hospitalized by the food,” Dad says, reaching over me to show her the phone. “So, I think they deserve to complain. I can’t believe I’m wasting my vacation days on this.”

“Put that away,” Mom say, pushing the phone back to him. “My sister is coming.”

Me and Mom force out a smile as Aunt Jennifer comes walking over, looking a little stressed out. “Ready to board?” she asks.

“Ready to leave,” Dad mumbles.

I elbow his side. “We’re ready,” I say, smiling up at her. “Is Leah excited?”

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I've been teetering on the edge for months.
My grizzly bear is one step away from snapping and I feel like I'm losing my mind.
He has one overwhelming obsession.
Finding her.
My mate. The one I'm destined to be with.
Watching my brothers find their mates while mine never shows up is enough to kill a man.
But just as I'm about to crack, she walks into my life, all soft curves and shy smiles.
The second I smell her sweet intoxicating scent, the beast goes quiet.
We know she's mine.
The torturous wait is finally over.
All that's left to do is mark her.
And I'll do it while bending her over, growling against her skin, and saying the filthiest things she's ever heard until she's begging for it.
The fun is about to begin.

Welcome to Heat & Ink where hot possessive tattoo artists leave their mark in more ways than one.

The Heat & Ink series mixes Contemporary, Sci Fi Romance, and Paranormal in three standalone stories by best-selling STEAMY authors, Hope Ford, Michele Mills, and Olivia T. Turner

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CHAPTER ONE

Magnus

It’s only Monday morning and my bear is already in a mood. I try to ignore the irritated grunts and vicious snarls in my ears as I sit down at the table for our weekly meeting.

I’m the only one struggling today. And why wouldn’t I be? I’m the only one without a mate.

My younger brother, Julian, sits down at the table in the back of our tattoo shop with a carefree smile on his face. He has a big piece of the banana bread his mate Lainey made for us. My stomach is swirling. It’s a mess. I couldn’t eat if my life depended on it.

“How are you doing this morning?” my sister Victoria asks as she takes a seat beside me. Her mate, and my best friend, Adrian, sits beside her, ripping off a chunk of the banana bread on the table, leaving crumbs everywhere.

“I’m fine,” I lie. I’m never fine. Not anymore. Not since my inner grizzly bear decided that he was done waiting for our mate. Not since he decided he was going to make my life miserable until she got here.

Victoria isn’t buying it. She tilts her head as she gives me that sympathetic look that I hate so much. I hate being a victim. I hate people looking at me like I’m weak. “You sure?” she whispers.

I nod. “I’m better.”

At least that part is true. I am a little better.

My maniac grizzly bear hasn’t burst out of me and destroyed our tattoo shop in a rage lately. He hasn’t kept me prisoner inside while he ran across three states, terrorizing everyone he passed.

My dickhead bear did both of those things a few weeks ago, so all-in-all, this is not so bad. I can take a little bit of angry grunts and groans over all that.

“Alright, let’s get started,” Julian says as he opens a file and pulls out an order form. “I have a customer coming in about twenty minutes.”

He shoves the rest of the banana bread into his mouth and my stomach twists. When was the last time I ate? When was the last time I slept?

Fuck, I’m such a mess.

“Victoria, did you order that shipment of ink?” Julian asks.

“Yes,” she says, looking it up on her phone. “Should be here tomorrow.”

“Awesome,” he says. “I booked that ad in the local paper again, although I don’t know why, we’re pretty much booked solid for the next two months.”

Our tattoo shop, Heat & Ink, is the hottest shop in Montana. I opened it a few years ago with my siblings and we’re all talented artists. Victoria might be the best tattoo artist when it comes to flowers this world has ever seen. Her roses and lilies can take your breath away.

Julian specializes in realistic animals, and I can pretty much do it all. Once we got started, we’ve been unstoppable. Word of mouth has traveled like wildfire and we always have people coming from out of state to get inked by us.

Adrian, a polar bear shifter who has been my best friend my whole life, recently joined the team when my grizzly was having one of his feral episodes. He mated with my sister and he’s so talented and we’re so busy that we decided to keep him on full time.

My dreams have come true. I have my own successful tattoo shop, working with the people I love the most in this world, and we’re a huge success. I’m only missing one thing…

I shift in my seat as my grizzly bear paces around angrily inside, wanting to burst out and wreak havoc on this cruel world that is keeping him from his mate. My jaw clenches and I squeeze my hand into a fist under the table as he snarls in my ear.

“Did you pay the power bill?” Julian asks Adrian.

“Power bill paid,” he says, looking over his paper. “Phone bill paid, water bill paid, internet paid, taxes paid, everything fucking paid. Boom. I rule.”

Victoria’s beautiful smile reaches her bright green eyes as she rubs her mate’s back. Her straight black hair is pulled back into a ponytail, tattoos covering her arms and hands. She’s so happy. I’m happy for her. I’m happy for all of them.

It’s just… hard.

It’s hard to enjoy anything or focus on anything when she’s not here. It kills me to know that my fated mate is out in the world, vulnerable to all of the dangers around her. It hurts knowing that every second I’m without her is a second wasted. A second I’ll never get back.

I stare at the table as my savage bear paces around all bitter and bleak. The meeting goes on as I sit in silence. I was always the one who took control of the weekly team meetings. I was the one who ran the shop. Hell, I’m the one who got us a tattoo machine all those years ago. I’m the one who started all of this, signed the lease, secured the franchise, bought the equipment and furniture. I’m the one who used to order the ink shipments and pay the water bill. I used to do it all.

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I came to the mountains to play music.

Just another festival, another stage, and another small town I’d forget in the morning.

But then I saw him and I knew I’d never forget this place.

Sheriff Ryland Gray—gruff, broad-shouldered, silver-haired, and the kind of man who makes you forget how to breathe.

He looked at me once, and my world tilted. When he talked to me, my universe shifted forever.

He calls me angel, like it’s a fact, not a nickname.

He looks at me like he knows I’m his.

He’s older, protective, and possessive in a way that should scare me.

But it doesn’t. It makes me feel safe.

It makes me feel wanted.

It makes me feel alive.

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CHAPTER ONE

Ryland

“Hey, Sheriff,” Emmanuel says, shaking his head as he walks over. “Mrs. Kensington had her purse stolen too.”

I grit my teeth and let out a low growl as I glare at the redneck leaning on the cotton candy machine. He’s staring back at me while he tucks his chewing tobacco into his cheek and spits on our beautiful town square’s pristine grass.

These guys are starting to piss me off.

It’s been nonstop trouble since these carnies arrived and I want them out of here right fucking now.

But the summer festival is in full swing and almost the whole town is here. I can’t exactly shut it all down. A lot of work went into setting this up and I’ll be damned if I disappoint all the parents, kids, and couples in love over a few redneck freaks who can’t keep their sticky fingers to themselves.

“Where is she?” I ask Emmanuel. My deputy is staring down a worker at the hot dog stand with his big shoulders and huge arms flexed tight. The greasy carnie glances over at Emmanuel and smiles, showing off his lack of teeth as he hands a customer a hot dog that I doubt would pass even the most basic food inspection.

“She’s over by the ferris wheel,” he says, pointing to the large wobbly monstrosity that doesn’t look safe in the least. It’s definitely making a worrisome amount of noise. The grinding metal gets louder as I march over.

“Hey, Sheriff,” Molly, the town veterinarian says with a smile as I pass her.

I tip my hat and keep walking.

Our mayor set this whole thing up. Everything is first class—the musicians playing on the rented stage, the corn roast, the food trucks, the petting zoo, the face painting booths, and all of the tables set up by locals selling their crafts and homemade baked goods. The only rotten thing is these sketchy as fuck carnies he hired to bring in these old squeaky rides and games that are impossible to win.

It’s bad enough they’re ripping everyone off with their rigged games and rides that will dislocate your neck, but stealing and pickpocketing them too? Not on my watch.

“Mrs. Kensington,” I say as I arrive at the ferris wheel. She’s looking very flustered as she scans the crowd, trying to spot her missing purse. “What happened?”

“Oh, it’s horrible, Sheriff,” she says, biting her bottom lip. “I put down my purse while I was recording my grandson on the ferris wheel and then when he got off, my purse was gone.”

The two guys operating the ferris wheel keep glancing over here. I don’t need to be a trained detective to know they’re suspect number one and two.

“Let me see the video you took,” I say as I grit my teeth, trying to stop the thundering impulse to go over there and wring their skinny necks. “Maybe there’s something on it.”

“Good idea,” she says as she starts playing it on her phone. I see her grandson smiling on the ferris wheel and a lot of shaking and blurry parts, but I can’t see anyone approaching her or taking her purse.

“What am I going to do, Sheriff?” she asks, starting to panic. “My medication is in there. My ID. The keys to my house and car.” She gasps. “They have my address and home key!”

I squeeze my hands into fists as I picture those creeps bursting into this nice lady’s house and doing lord knows what. Not going to happen. Not in my town.

“Stay here,” I say with a growl as I stare them down. The one with the mullet who’s leaning on the railing stands up and looks at me with a challenging gaze as I march over with my shoulders pulled back and my chest puffed out. The other one with the shredded trucker hat and bloated beer gut puffs on his cigarette as he pushes the red button, slowing the ferris wheel down.

“What can we do for you, Officer?” mullet asks with an amused grin.

I lock eyes with him and clench my jaw. He knows I could pound that cocky grin into mush if I wanted to, but lowlives like him are used to using the law and the goodnatured patience of cops like me to their advantage.

Thing is, my patience has run out. And around here, I am the law.

“Did you see where her purse went to?” I ask, pointing at Mrs. Kensington.

They both shrug and shake their heads. “Nah. We didn’t see nuthin.”

I survey the area, but there’s not much around except for the control panel and a bunch of cigarette butts that they’ve carelessly tossed onto the grass.

There doesn’t seem to be anywhere to hide a purse, but I know these guys are cagey. And I know they’ll be onto the next town soon, ripping the hardworking people there off too.

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Adrian Cross was never supposed to walk back into my life—especially not looking like that.

Towering. Tattooed. With eyes that burn hotter than his tattoo gun.

He’s my brother’s best friend. A polar bear shifter. My lifelong crush.

And the new artist filling in at our shop while Magnus is out.

He says I’m his fated mate. That he’s known since we were kids.

He says that he’s waited long enough and he’s done pretending.

Now, he’s all grown up, and he’s not just putting tattoos on skin.

He’s leaving something deeper. Something permanent.

Because tattoos aren’t the only mark he’s making.

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CHAPTER ONE

Victoria

“What’s that sound?” my client asks as he looks around the shop with a worried look on his face.

“The air conditioner is on the fritz again,” I say with a nervous laugh. “It should stop in a minute.”

Hopefully.

I glance away from the intricate compass I’m tattooing on this guy’s forearm to sneak a peek at my oldest brother.

He’s doing it again. Magnus is drawing a tattoo at the front desk and growling to himself. It’s been getting worse lately.

“I don’t think that’s the air conditioner,” the guy says, eying my brother wearily.

“Is that guy okay?” his girlfriend whispers.

“Yeah, he’s just umm…” I’m trying to keep my voice bubbly and worry-free, but Magnus is looking like his grizzly bear is about to explode out of him in a vicious rage.

Shit. His shoulders look like they’re getting larger as he takes deep, violent breaths. He accidentally snaps a pencil and throws it on the floor in frustration. He’s gone through dozens of pencils this week alone.

“I’ll just go check on him,” I say as I put down my tattoo gun and hurry over. My heart is pounding as I slip behind the counter where Magnus is bent over, teeth gritted, fists clenched, and inhaling every breath like he’s at war with the air.

“We have customers,” I say, trying to keep my voice cheery as I bend down beside him. “Maybe a walk outside would do you—Whoa! Okay!”

His eyes are glowing golden as he whips his head around to face me with a low snarl.

This is not good. Where the fuck is Julian? He slipped out for coffee about twenty minutes ago, and I could really use him at the moment.

“Take a deep breath,” I say as I rub Magnus’ massive back. He’s borderline right now. One little push and his grizzly bear is going to burst out in the middle of our tattoo shop. I’d really prefer that didn’t happen.

But in case it does… I should really get this innocent couple out of here.

I pop back up and hurry over to the confused couple at my workstation.

“I think we should stop here for the day,” I say with a tight smile.

“Aren’t we almost finished?” he asks, looking at his freshly inked forearm.

“No, we’re finished,” I say as I grab his girlfriend’s purse and practically shove it into her chest. “I’ll call you to schedule the next appointment.”

I only have the chain on the compass left to ink, which would have taken me about fifteen minutes, but it will be a little hard to focus with my brother’s grizzly bear rampaging through the shop behind me.

Magnus lets out a deep, violent growl, not even trying to hide it anymore.

I can feel it vibrating through my body. My own inner grizzly bear perks up.

My clients must feel it too, because they skeddadle pretty quickly after that.

I show them to the door and am about to lock it behind them when our middle brother Julian returns with a cardboard tray holding three coffees.

“It’s happening again,” I shout, frantically waving him over.

“Shit,” he mutters as he rushes across the parking lot. He bursts into the shop and I close the door, lock it, and flip the sign to CLOSED.

Magnus rises from behind the counter like a possessed monster. His shoulders and arms are twice their normal size and his eyes are glowing like he’s some kind of golden demon. He’s huffing out violent breaths as his canine teeth extend into sharp points.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Julian says, his eyes wide with shock. The poor guy was expecting a coffee break and came back to this instead. “Magnus. Outside.”

Magnus turns and prowls around the counter, glaring at us with violent intent.

I swallow hard as I step a little closer to Julian. My inner grizzly is on full alert. She springs close to the surface, ready to burst out if I need her.

Don’t go far, I whisper to her.

This is bad. This is so bad.

Magnus has always been the cool, calm, completely in control brother. He’s always been the anchor in my life. Always steady. Always dependable.

I’ve always known I could count on him. I could go to him whenever I was in trouble and he would fix everything. He always had his protective eye watching out for me, making sure I was safe and secure.

But right now, he looks like he’s about to tear me to pieces.

“Magnus,” Julian snaps. “Get your bear outside before he ruins everything we worked so hard for.”

But Magnus looks like he’s too far gone as he steps up to us, snarling viciously. Thick brown fur slides out of his skin, but he’s still in his human form, hovering between monster and man. His long black claws are already out and they look deadly sharp.

He’s been slipping ever since Julian found his mate.

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I had strict rules while watching my sister’s cat in her luxurious NYC condo.
Give Munchies ALL of his medication no matter how vicious he gets.
Use coasters on ALL surfaces.
And definitely do not talk to my sister’s grumpy boss.
I’ve never been good at following rules.
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He leaves me shaken too.
Those heated eyes… That possessive touch… That oh-so-delicious suit…
I can’t stay away.
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He’s twenty years older, off-limits, and completely wrong for me in every possible way.
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Amber

“Amber! Amber!!”

I turn around and look through the crowd of travelers, some looking excited, most looking cranky, until I see my sister’s frantic arm waving back and forth.

I grin as my older sister Willow pushes her way through the crowd, pulling her giant suitcase behind her.

“Oh my god!” I shout as I drop my bag and leap into her arms. I squeeze her body until she whimpers. I miss my sister so much. I can’t believe it’s been since Christmas, or about eight months, since I last saw her.

Her lawyer husband Greg comes up behind her with a forced smile on his face. He’s a little stuffy for my taste but he seems to be good for my sister.

“Hey, Greg,” I say as I release my sister and hug his stiff body. “It’s good to see you.”

“You shouldn’t leave your suitcase unattended in an international airport,” he says, frowning at my suitcase lying on the floor behind me.

“Oh, it’s fine,” Willow says as she quickly picks it up and pulls it over. “I was hoping we’d get to see you before we left.”

“Yeah, what a nice surprise,” Greg says with a swallow. “We should probably go through security though. You know how long the lineups can be.”

Willow and I both ignore him and turn to each other with big smiles on our faces. My sister is twenty-six, but you’d swear she was at least a decade older with all that she’s accomplished. My girl moved to New York City with zero contacts and in five years has become a COO of a huge tech company that I’m still not sure what they do even though she’s explained it to me numerous times, gotten married to a rich, blue-blooded lawyer from one of those families so wealthy they have an assortment of yachts and sailboats, and she bought a penthouse suite in a luxurious Upper West Side building.

It hasn’t come without a cost though. It’s mid-August and she’s as pale as if it’s the middle of January. I’ve heard horror stories about her boss. Apparently, he does nothing but work and expects all of his poor, suffering employees to adopt the same lifestyle. The prick.

“I’m so sorry about your job,” she says as she grabs my arms and tilts her head sympathetically. “I know how much you loved it.”

“Yeah,” I say with a sigh. Being a travel agent was a pretty sweet gig, but we’re like dinosaurs, and the Internet, with all of its fancy discount booking sites, is the asteroid. I got laid off last month. It still hurts.

“It’s an opportunity to try something else,” I say, forcing out a smile. “The next big thing for me is around the corner. I can feel it.”

“That’s the spirit,” Willow says. “Maybe you can treat the next two weeks like a jolt to your system. Have some new experiences. Learn about yourself.”

“Babe, we really got to get going,” Greg says, glancing at the security area.

Willow holds her breath and her tongue as she turns and gives him a warning look. Hopefully, this vacation will do them some good. I’m the one who booked it for them. Two weeks in Kauai, Hawaii. A beautiful villa on a secluded beach. If that can’t unstress a couple then nothing can.

“I wasn’t sure if we were going to cross paths,” Willow says, turning back to me. “So, I don’t have my extra key on me. I left it at my office, right on my desk. You can pick it up, the building is only two blocks from my condo. You have the address, right?”

“Yeah,” I say as I open my purse and start rummaging through it, looking for that little paper. God, why do I keep so much stuff in here? I’m pulling out old receipts, gift cards with less than three dollars on them, a phone number (I don’t recall whose), and dumping it all onto the ledge on the column as I frantically look for the address.

“You sure you can handle this?” Greg says, looking at me wearily. He thinks I’m a total airhead who can’t do anything right. Just because I accidentally put salt instead of sugar in my Christmas cookies one time… I did think it was strange that the recipe asked for a whole cup of it, but the two glasses of wine I had made me go with the flow.

“I think she can handle watching a cat,” Willow snaps.

“Munchies requires a lot of medication,” he says defensively, “and Amber can be…”

We both put our hands on our hips and raise our eyebrows, giving him a practically identical patented Fletcher stare-down.

“…flighty,” he says, swallowing hard. “In a good way.”

Willow stares him down hard. “Why don’t you go check the status of our flight?”

“It’s on time and that time is ticking away,” he says, checking his watch instead.

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I stole a dog.

But, I had a very good reason to.

He was a lonely, neglected guard dog in an illegal chop shop, so I stole him and we went on the run.

We ended up in the Greene Mountains where we made a new life.

The dog was happy, I was happy, it was great.

But then our old life caught up to us…

The criminals came to claim what was theirs and to punish me in the process.

I had no choice but to go to the cops.

I was looking for some protection, but instead, I found a protector.

Emmanuel Rush.

The biggest, baddest, most protective mountain man I’d ever seen.

He’s exactly what I needed.

In more ways than one.

It only took one look for him to tell me I’m his.

That no one will ever hurt me again.

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CHAPTER ONE

Lucy

I love this guy. He’s my ride-or-die.

His massive chest. His brown eyes. His protective nature.

I love the way he makes me feel when he looks at me—like I can’t do any wrong. Like I’m the love of his life. Like he’ll die before he lets anything bad happen to me.

I can do without the drooling though.

I’m flying down the highway in awe of all the beautiful mountains around us. Around every bend is another sweeping vista that takes your breath away. Cutter’s head is out the window, his ears flapping in the wind, his long streams of drool coating my faux leather seats behind him and making a mess.

I crank up the radio and he turns to me, those big brown eyes full of trust and love. I smile.

“You ever heard this song before?” I ask as he watches me pop a cherry Starburst into my mouth. “Sorry, you can’t have one. It’s not good for doggies. Noah Kahan. Stick Season. You like it?”

He turns back to the open window, indifferent to the amazing song blasting through the car speakers.

I try to focus on the nice lyrics and not the raging worry ripping through my stomach.

This is bad.

This is so bad.

I stole a dog.

Before you judge, hear me out. It’s not always a bad thing to steal a dog.

Some people have very good reasons for stealing dogs, thank you very much, and I’m one of them.

It all started eight months ago.

I got a job as a receptionist for a company that sells commercial and residential water pumps. Exciting, right? It was a pretty decent job, answering phones and coordinating workers to send them out on jobs. It was a bit boring, but it was fine.

The thing is, it wasn’t in the nicest part of town. My neighbor on the left was a gravel quarry and the neighbor on the right was a mechanic shop slash junkyard which I’m pretty sure was also an illegal chop shop.

Every time I walked by the chainlink fence to get to my office, their practically feral Rottweiler guard dog would come charging over, snarling and frothing at the mouth. He’d scare the crap out of me every single time. He’d leap on the fence and bark his terrifying head off, letting me know that if the fence wasn’t between us, he’d be eating me for dinner. The first time, I spilled hot coffee all over my chest, I was so startled. The second time, I dropped my papers into the dirt. The third, fourth, and every time after that, I ran, cringed, and prayed for that fence to hold back the canine onslaught while he snarled and assaulted it with everything he had.

I hated him. I began dreading the walk into work. Sometimes, it took ten minutes of deep breathing at my desk before my hands would stop shaking.

Three months went by like that.

And with every day that passed, he seemed to hate me more. I used to think he was hunting me for sport, popping out of different places with that vicious snarling, which I’m sure was scaring years off my life.

Then, one day, I had some extra steak left over from dinner and I got an idea.

As I was walking by the fence, I tossed it over when Cujo came running. He stopped and gobbled it up while I hurried inside.

I kept doing that every day. I’d buy him a nice juicy steak on the weekend, cook it up on Sunday night, and then cut it up for the week.

After a week of this, he no longer barked and attacked the fence when he saw me. After two weeks, he started running over and wagging his tail.

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I was drowning in the bottle, done with it all.
The fame, the crowds, the fans, the spotlight.
I just wanted it all to go away.
I've been on top of the country music charts for twenty years.
And I was ready to give it all up.
I was ready to give up on myself.
Until she walked into my life like a ray of sunshine lighting up my dark world.
Lola Lively.
The hottest new thing in country.
The hottest thing I'd ever seen.
With a voice so full of life it made my dead heart beat again.
I should stay away.
I'm too old, too jaded, and too damn wrecked.
But from the second I laid eyes on her, I knew I didn't have a choice.
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I knew she was already mine.
I may be almost twice her age, but I'll be her first.
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Now I'm gonna give her mine.

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CHAPTER ONE

Cash

“Cash, they’re waiting for you!” my manager Bret shouts as he bangs on my door. I can hear all one hundred thousand of them out there, roaring like an ocean as I roll my eyes and slowly get up. “Cash! Get the fuck out here! CASH!!”

I take one last swig from my bottle and one last haul from my cigarette before crushing the butt into the ashtray.

“Don’t fucking do this to me again,” Bret shouts in between pounds on the door. “Or you can find yourself a new goddamn manager!”

I open the door to his red puffy face. “You’ve been saying that for the past twenty years.”

“Yeah,” he says as he turns around with a grunt. “So, you can imagine how fucking fed up I am with your bullshit.”

The crowd is going nuts. They’re screaming out there, waiting for me. Fucking idiots.

“What is this shit again?” I ask as I follow Bret to the stage. We’re not going the same speed at all, so he has to double back.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He clenches his jaw and grabs a fistful of his hair, looking like he’s going to rip it out. The poor fuck. It hasn’t been easy being my manager for the past two decades. I should fire him to put him out of his misery. It would be the humane thing to do. He’s definitely made enough money off me over the years to retire in luxury. Maybe he’s a masochist who loves the pain. Maybe he’s afraid he’ll get bored roaming around his mansion with no one to scream at. Or maybe he’s just addicted to me.

“This is the goddamn Tennessee Country Festival,” he says, staring at me like I’m a total moron.

“We’re in Tennessee?” Shit. I thought we were in Texas.

“Yes, we’re in Tennessee!” he shouts, throwing his hands in the air. “The biggest country festival in the world! Three days! Over fifty artists performing! Over one hundred thousand people in attendance. Hello?!?”

“We need Cash on stage now,” a severe-looking woman says as she comes running over. “He was supposed to be on seven minutes ago and it’s throwing everything off!”

“He’s going on now,” Bret says, trying to calm her down. “Sorry about that.”

A member of my crew hands me my guitar and I throw it over my shoulder like it’s a part of me. After all of these years, it feels like an extension of my body. Like another limb.

I walk up the steel steps and get a glimpse of the crowd. So many of them. They look so happy. So excited. I can’t remember the last time I felt like that.

Bret grabs my black shirt just before I’m about to step on stage. “You have the setlist?”

“Shit, no.”

My band is already on stage. The bass guitarist is looking at me like ‘What the fuck?’

“Here,” Bret says as he hands me a cue card with the songs on it. I take one glance at it and want to throw up.

The same fourteen songs. Over and over and over and over and fucking over again.

I hate these songs. I fucking loathe them.

Sometimes I wish I would go deaf so I wouldn’t have to hear them ever again, but I know that’s not true. Every single note is burned into my brain and they’ll still be playing on repeat until the wonderful day that I die.

Until then, it’s Up Shit’s Creek and Hometown Hunny on repeat for me.

I sigh as I turn back to the stage.

“Cash!” Bret calls out. I turn to him. “A little enthusiasm this time. Please.”

I grunt and then shuffle onto the stage.

The crowd is deafening. Over one hundred thousand morons screaming at me.

Shut the fuck up, I want to scream. All of you.

I stand in front of the mic and they get even louder. I hope those rain clouds in the distance come this way and drench them all. Now that would be a show.

I clear my throat into the mic and they holler like chimps.

“Hello, Tennessee,” I say. More screaming. “I’m Cash Edwards and this is Broken Rancher.”

The drummer, Mike or Mark or whatever the fuck the new guy’s name is, starts playing and a tsunami of screams from the ocean of idiots comes surging at us.

I grin, wondering what would happen if instead of singing I start railing into them. Telling them exactly what I think of them. These fans are a curse. They’ve ruined my life. I can’t even get a pack of cigarettes without getting mobbed by a dozen recording phones shoved into my face. I’m a fucking prisoner. My life is a joke.

I got no one. I got nothing. Yeah, I have cars and houses and far too many fucking watches for someone with only two wrists. Why are people always giving me watches? I can’t even go into a business meeting without coming out with a goddamn new shiny gold watch. I don’t even wear watches.

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