I have the scoop of a lifetime. An exclusive interview with the leader of the world’s deadliest drug cartel. The last interviewer didn’t make it out alive. My family begs me not to take it. My friends say I’m crazy. My boss agrees to let me go, if I take a bodyguard with me. I’m curious to know what kind of bodyguard can protect me from a whole cartel of killers. And I find out. The savage kind. He’s a hot grizzly bear shifter named Ryker. He takes me under those big protective arms and dark watchful eyes. Ryker says I’m his and that he won’t let anything bad happen to me. But...

I thought I was the queen of dirty talk. I’ve written it in my books, but have never experienced it in real life. But fiction soon becomes reality when Oliver Brooks finds me. I’m stranded in a torrential rainstorm with nowhere to go. He says he wants to help me. He says I’m his mate. And he says a whole lot of other things that are too dirty to repeat. This hot bear shifter has the queen of dirty talk blushing. He has the queen on her knees. And I’m loving every second of it. There’s a new king in town. And I’m stranded with him for the night. Three new standalone stories by ...

My two favorite things: 1. Hunting feral shifters 2. Executing feral shifters. When I was young, a rabid feral bear slaughtered my entire pack and I’ve spent my life trying to right that wrong. I’m a lone wolf now, hellbent on revenge. I’ve eliminated dozens of bears over the years, but this last one is proving to be tricky. For the first time ever, I’m hesitating. It’s not because of him. I have no sympathy for a feral bear. It’s because of his sister. She’s my mate. And if I put down her brother, she’ll never forgive me. But if I let a feral bear go loose, I’ll never ...

It’s been a lifelong dream and I’m doing it. Driving across the country in a skoolie, which is an old school bus I converted into my house on wheels. It’s going great until I get deep into the Montana mountains when my bus decides not to bus anymore. I’m stranded. With no reception, nowhere to go, and with no one to help. Days turn into weeks. I’m living off the land and actually enjoying myself when he comes. Naked, hot, and claiming I’m his. He says I’m his mate. I say he’s crazy. But I can’t ignore the way my body reacts to that possessive look he gives me. I can’t ...

Kyra My aunt and I started this beauty company in her kitchen. Now, it’s a multi-million dollar international company. I adore it. It’s my whole life. And some rich prick waltzes in, thinking he can buy it. Brandon Raven. He represents everything I hate. The corporate establishment. Trust fund babies. Greedy corporations buying up small ethical companies and bleeding them dry. I was expecting my aunt to put up a united front against him and everything he stands for. But my aunt wants out. She wants to retire. She wants to sell our baby to the highest bidder. And she’s the majority ...