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I didn’t know how dangerous the woods could be until three wolf shifters saved my life. Now they want to claim me as theirs. I came to Braysville for lumber for my business. What I found was blood, shadows, and teeth. Chased through the forest and injured beyond walking, I’m rescued by wolves and a mysterious man, and carried to a remote cabin nestled deep in the trees. My mother always warned me about strangers. She never mentioned how tempting they’d be… Nixon, Reed, and Finn are not just ordinary men. They can shift into wolves, and they say I’m their fated mate.

He’s the untouchable emperor until Talin catches his attention. Lîrchon Rhyke commands nations. His word absolute, and his heart guarded against weakness. But the whispers surrounding the Death Wing, Talin, ignite a different kind of hunger. Talin is a dangerous enigma, a shadow haunted by rumors of the Dark Magic. A forbidden fascination takes root within him, a need to possess what he shouldn’t crave. He’s more than mere a curiosity. He’s a key. And Lîrchon will have him, no matter the cost.

Ten men, a beach house, and a question to answer: Does size really matter? When my boss asks me to write an article on the age-old question of the importance of D-size, I stifle an eye-roll. This isn’t what I imagined I’d be doing after years of journalism classes. But when she presents me with the keys to an exclusive beach house, and the personal details of the ten men she’s lined up for me to interview, my eyes practically bug out of my head. It isn’t only because they’re hotter than the surface of the sun, or tall and broad enough to form a Great-Wall-of-Man.

My stepbrothers are known for three things: their speed on the ice, their skill with a puck, and the size of their... ‘sticks.’ The Drayton triplets are the hottest players in college hockey, and every girl at Eastern U wants a taste. Not me. I knew them back when they were just three angry, rebellious boys with something to prove. We were family once, but I doubt they even remember their ex-stepsister or would recognize the woman I am now. But when Jacob, the brooding, tattooed forward known for slapping pucks—and hearts—around, tries to charm me at a bar, I can’t deny the pull.