Bears of Pinerock County

This shifter sheriff is about to have his hands full trying to apprehend a sexy fugitive who happens to be his fated mate! Tara had read in books of people turning white with shock. At that moment, she found out what it felt like. All the blood left her head. There was a roaring in her ears, and her legs wobbled. He knows who I am. Which means he knows I'm on the run. Any chance of smoothly covering for her awkwardness had shot right out the window when she froze like a deer in the headlights at the sound of her real name. And now Sexy Sheriff was getting up. And up... He was so tall she almost expected his head to brush the ceiling. Even in her panic, she couldn't help noticing how his broad shoulders filled out his uniform. "Miss Malloy," he said. He sounded regretful, and maybe a little choked, like he was fighting some kind of internal battle. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to come with me." Tara threw the coffeepot at him. Sexy Sheriff yelped and flung up an arm to deflect it. Tara swung around in a 180-degree turn and sprinted for the kitchen at a speed that would've made an Olympic gold medalist proud. A standalone HEA small-town romance with a protective shifter sheriff, a wrongly accused woman on the run, and a clan of bear shifters who will do anything for the women they love.

A runaway bride meets her true mate, a protective and sweet biker/rancher who will risk all to save her from the biker gang that wants to claim her. Saffron sank into a despondent heap by the side of the road, wedding dress and all. I've made a terrible mistake. I never should have tried to run. It'll just make it worse when they catch me and take me back. This time, a voice answered from inside her. It was the voice of her fox, which was usually still and quiet inside her. The only time it had spoken to her lately was a single word, back in town: Run! Now, it told her to be calm. We're going to get out of this. The distant roar of an engine galvanized her into action. She scrambled to her feet and then halted nervously. That wasn't the sound of a truck. It was the roar of a motorcycle. They've found me! she thought in terror. Don't run! her fox told her. That's not the Black Wings. It's someone else. Someone you're going to want to meet. So she waited and nervously stuck out her thumb as the motorcycle drew closer. Her fox was right, it wasn't one of the Black Wings' bikes, and the rider wasn't wearing their colors-the blood-red jackets with the big black eagle's wing on the back that they all wore. He was wearing a helmet, though, so she couldn't see much of him otherwise. The bike slowed and pulled off onto the shoulder. The driver swung his leg down then reached up with black-gloved hands and pulled his helmet off. The first thing that hit her was a pair of the most gorgeous gray-green eyes she'd ever seen. His face was sculpted and rugged, too masculine to be beautiful, but strikingly perfect; she'd never seen a pair of cheekbones like that except on movie stars. His hair was cropped close to his head, and the harsh style suited him, lending an extra touch of powerful masculinity. His face lit up with a gorgeous smile, and at the same moment, Saffron felt a fierce surge of... something. She'd never felt anything like it before, desire and attraction and a great heat spreading outward from her chest. "You're my mate!" she said before she could stop herself. Inside, her vixen preened in delight. "You're real!" he said with equal delight. From the open road to the family ranch, these fated lovers are on the run-until they have to make a stand to claim their HEA.

Stranded together in a snowstorm, a take-charge alpha and a tough-minded midwife will either work out their differences in a steamy collision or blow up both their worlds! "The trouble is, we get really high winds up in these mountains." The vibration of Alec's voice shivered through Charmian as he spoke. "Storms come screaming down out of the heights, and tear up or blow away anything that's not nailed down tight enough. We're always having to fix the roofs and patch up the sheds. So the trick is finding something lightweight enough to spin easily, but durable enough to stand up to the wear and tear." "Resilient but tough," Charmian murmured. Like you, was her first thought, but then she thought of all the ranch families she dealt with in the course of doing her job. Single widows holding together their husbands' ranches all by themselves. Tough farm wives and the men they loved. Sheriff's deputies and tow truck drivers had to go out in screaming blizzards to rescue stranded motorists. They were a tough breed, the people who lived in this rural country. They had to be. And especially people like Alec, running a cattle ranch in the back end of nowhere. She admired that kind of backbone and strength. Admired it-hell, might as well admit that she found it drop-dead sexy. It took one hell of a guy to do what he did every day, and do it well. And she could tell from the way he talked about the windmill, and about the ranch, how much he loved it-how committed he was to making it work. She admired that, too. She tipped her head back to look up at him, intending to say ... No, she wasn't sure what she meant to say, because one thing she did know about guys like Alec was that you couldn't go feeding their ego too much. Instead, she found him looking down at her, which meant his face was suddenly much too close for comfort. Or not close enough. This close, she couldn't help cataloguing all the little details of his features: the dusting of five o'clock shadow on his chiseled jaw, the soft-looking lips in utter contrast to the hard planes of the rest of his face. Those blue eyes, so intense and so interested in her... She couldn't get her breath. In that moment, she wanted him more than she had ever wanted anyone or anything in her life. And she saw the exact moment when his control over his wilder side snapped, and he gave in to it. A complete HEA small-town bear shifter romance!

A scarred loner with a tragic past rescues an amnesiac Goldilocks whose deadly secrets may destroy them. Of all the ways Daisy would have wanted to wake up in a stranger's bed, having that stranger staring at her from a foot away was not one of them. She cried out and flung herself backward, nearly falling off the bed in the process. It was some small comfort that he did the same thing, slamming into the wall. Now, at a more comfortable remove of ten feet or so, they stared at each other. Goodness, he's huge. He was well over six feet, with tremendously broad and well-muscled shoulders, and was he wearing a vest made out of an animal skin? And yet, now that she'd gotten over her initial shock, she was considerably less frightened than she really thought she ought to be. She simply didn't get a feeling of menace off him at all, despite his size. Part of it was the way he was pressing himself against the wall, as if he wanted to make himself seem smaller so as not to scare her. But it was also an instinctive feeling, as if she could tell just by looking that he meant her no harm. Her gaze wandered up to his face. It was a broad, ruggedly handsome face, framed by shaggy dark hair long enough to brush his shoulders. His eyes were dark and intense, like those of some forest creature. But the thing that really caught her attention was a scar that slashed across his face from one side to the other. It started at the outer corner of his right eye, and cut through his face at a diagonal, under the eye and over the bridge of his nose and through his left cheek, all the way to his jawline. A little higher, she thought in shocked sympathy, and he would have lost the eye; a little lower and it would have damaged his mouth, making it impossible for him to ever do anything except grimace on that side. "Why are you looking at me like that?" She jumped when he spoke. His voice was low and rasping. At first she had the wild thought that his vocal cords had been damaged too, but then she realized it was merely that he didn't often speak, and wasn't used to talking to people. "I was feeling sad for you," she said. When you found yourself in a strange person's bed with no memories farther back than the middle of the previous night, it seemed like a good idea to be as honest as possible. "I wondered who did that to your face, and if they were punished for it." One of his big hands came up quickly to half-cover the scar, and she caught the look of shame before his face turned away. "I'm sorry," he said, not looking at her. "Didn't mean to scare you." No... I didn't mean... Now she'd made him self-conscious, but there was nothing ugly about the scar to her. It only upset her that someone had hurt him like that. With both their pasts returning to tear them apart, two broken lovers must overcome their personal tragedy to find their HEA. Small-town bear shifter romance with heat and heart and a close-knit bear clan who would do anything to save one of their own.

She hired him to help her fix up her debt-ridden family farm... but this hot bear shifter rancher is going to fix a lot more than that. "Ma'am, I'm sorry to bother you, but I thought I'd drive up and see if you could use a hand ..." he began, but then his voice died; he just stared at her. Crystal stopped in her tracks. He was... electric. There was no other word for it. She'd never seen anyone like him before. Certainly not in the city where she had spent most of her life. He exuded raw sex appeal and masculinity. Powerful shoulders strained against his shirt; the sleeves were rolled up to reveal strong, suntanned forearms. His hair was light brown, bleached almost blond by the sun in erratic streaks, and long enough to be pulled back in a ponytail. His face... she almost had to push herself to look into his face; it felt like staring into the sun. He was deeply tanned, with crinkles around the eyes from smiling or squinting, though he wasn't smiling right now. His eyes were focused on her as if she were the most amazing, most important thing in the world. She had never had anyone look at her like that before. Certainly not a total stranger when she was standing in front of him, covered in dust and cobwebs. Which might be why he was staring like that, come to think of it. Except she knew it wasn't, because she could feel it too, the electric sense of connection that had happened as soon as he'd stepped out of his truck. There was a current between them, something almost palpable that quivered in the air. Crystal cleared her throat and held out her hand. "Hi. I'm Crystal Martinez." He seemed to shake himself back to reality. "Uh... Cody. Cody Hayes." Now he did smile, making those fine lines around his eyes crinkle up just as she'd imagined. "I'm sorry, ma'am, I was just... I-Anyway, I'm your neighbor on the next spread." His hand engulfed hers, warm and strong and slightly rough from work calluses. She'd never realized that a handshake could be erotic, but she'd never shaken hands with someone who looked like that before, either. This close, she could see all the faint sun-freckles grazing his skin, the wisps of nearly-blond hair curling down around his face, the dusting of stubble on his cheek. His shirt was unbuttoned on the top two buttons, giving her a glimpse of chest hair that was light brown, verging on blond. Her powerful response to him astonished her. And from the way he was still holding her hand, looking into her eyes, she was pretty sure the feeling was mutual. What the heck is happening? The hottest hired man in Pinerock County is about to blow the top off Crystal's world! A standalone HEA fated-mate bear shifter romance.

Head home to Pinerock County for the holidays, returning to old friends and new lovers. At Christmastime, anything is possible... Gloria Munson thinks she's about to have the worst Christmas of all time when her car breaks down during a blizzard in rural Pinerock County. But then she's rescued by a very special bear shifter clan who invite her to share their rural ranch Christmas ... With no family to welcome him for the holidays, Deputy Jaron Holbrook is invited out to the ranch for Christmas by his boss, Sheriff Axl Tanner. Jaron knows that every woman on the ranch is already mated, so it comes as a total shock when Jaron and his bear recognize their fated mate in the Pinerock clan's Christmas houseguest! With five mated couples to play matchmaker, what could possibly go wrong? Join the bear shifters of Pinerock County for a warm and wonderful family Christmas, where every couple has a guaranteed HEA!