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Austin Barrington is nervous - but hopeful - when his mail order bride, Georgia Langley, steps off the train. From the few letters they've exchanged, it seems they have a lot of the same ideals and goals. He is concerned that an educated young lady from Boston might be scared, bored - or both - living on a ranch in Wyoming, but he hopes she will be able to adjust and that they will make a good couple.

Ashley James was through with men. But, she was also a professional. How she ended up working for the first man to break her heart while in the middle of a nasty breakup with the current man who'd broken her heart, she didn't know. One of life's cruel jokes, she guessed. Well, the joke was on life. Her job was the one thing that made sense in her life. And, she wasn't going to let stupid men take that from her.

I'm the lead guitarist in one of the most successful bands in the Miami scene named Molly Riot. Our label is trying to convince us to tour with Juniper Woolf, a rival band that's fronted by an attention-seeking brat named Fran Chambers. When my band mates finally convinced me to sign off on the tour, I thought there was no way that I'd ever get along with Fran...that is, until I started spending time alone with her on the tour bus.

When my band mates finally convinced me to sign off on the tour with rival band Juniper Woolf, I thought there was no way that I'd ever get along with their lead singer Fran...that is, until I started spending time alone with her on the tour bus.

I was a rock star in one of the most successful bands in the Miami area. I had money, fame, and millions of female fans and then my world came crashing down. I couldn't believe it! I had to go to rehab "for my own safety." Pffft! Whatever. I'll spend a few weeks doing some BS art projects and waste some time listening to a bunch of idiot addicts whine about how their parents never loved them. Just my luck I met my hottest dream in the form of a counselor who wouldn't just let me slide.

I was almost forty and thought I’d never find my mate—until Beck showed up in town. My wolf was captivated by this dragon shifter from an ancient clan, and we spent every waking moment together, until he vanished without a trace. My shifter coven used all the magic we could muster but still couldn’t find my beloved mate. Assuming he was dead, my wolf howled in agony. Two years later, I got the shock of a lifetime. A stranger was brought to our coven for help, but this man was no stranger to my wolf—under all that bedraggled hair was Beck, with no memory of his identity, or even me.

An introvert like me had no business giving readings on stage, trying to prove myself to skeptical strangers—like the hunk across the room arching his silvery brow at me. The stormy-eyed firefighter asked for my help, looking for clues about his fallen comrade’s death. But the moment I envisioned bear paws instead of his buddy’s hands, weirdly enough, I made a believer out of him. I thought that was the last I'd see of Hugh, until he showed up at my door, wanting to know if I could tell him more—and then showing me a wild night neither of us would ever forget.

My ex gambled away my kids’ college funds Along with my dreams of starting a business. After putting everyone else first for the last 23 years, Nothing will stop me from making my dream a reality. So when a bear posts he’s looking for a surrogate, As crazy as it sounds after having three grown kids, I know this could be the ticket to getting my food truck off the ground. I loved being pregnant and know what to expect, But when I meet Evan at a coffee shop, My bear’s buzzing, and it has nothing to do with my latte. The man I’m sitting across from is my mate. And he wants us to start a family.

My husband sent pics of his eggplant to every woman in Florida. And once I caught on, it was time to divorce the pig. I packed up the RV we’d planned to drive cross-country together, and headed off on an adventure, all on my own. I rolled to a stop in Carlton after finding a paramedic job.

We met by chance at a random dive bar. Him—a striking figure in a tailored suit who radiates dominance. Me—an awkward introvert, innocently stalking my father. He seduced me. Worshipped me. Then, in a blink, he vanished, leaving no trace—not even a name or number.

When I said I needed a midlife reboot, growing pumpkins in a town full of bear people wasn't what I had in mind. Neither was falling for one of them. I should've been more specific when I asked the universe for a change.

Christmas is supposed to be the season of miracles. But seeing my ‘90s high school boyfriend change into a bear isn’t the miracle I’d hoped for.

At 45, Santa finally brought me the right guy for Christmas—until he turned into a bear.

When my childhood best friend asked me to be her bridesmaid, I didn’t realize that meant spending a week on a yacht. With her obnoxious, conceited new friends. Sounds like a trip from hell for a 40-year-old shifter witch—until my inner bobcat zeroes in on her mate on board. The captain just so happens to be a bear shifter, and when primal need draws us closer, I end up getting a private tour of the captain’s quarters.

My husband got into a fight and plunged off a bridge, leaving me to raise our two children on my own. After struggling for the last fourteen years, I pack up my kids and move in with my crazy old aunt in Carlton. I land a waitressing gig, and the moment I meet the head chef, his deep green eyes have me spellbound.

Living on a beach teeming with shifters wasn’t how I pictured retirement. Neither was becoming one’s mate.

I was a workaholic executive—until I almost died. It took a near-death experience to get my priorities straight, And I knew big changes had to be made. Priority #1 was spending more time with my kids and mother, So I quit my job and bought a beach house on Cape Cod. With the sun on my face and my toes in the sand, I met one of the beach rangers, Who turned out to be the hot single dad next door. Dylan helped me move some furniture, And I offered him dinner to thank him for his trouble— Not knowing it would end with dessert.