DV Fischer

Amara is just trying to survive, keeping her head down while simultaneously trying to stay away from her pack’s territory and her abusive alpha father as much as possible. So, when she discovers that she has not one, but three mates and that they are all rogues, it really turns her life upside down.

Willow Ashley pays her bills through sin. She’s made her peace with that. Her best friend, on the other hand, cannot. She relentlessly begs Willow to go to church to confess all of her wrong-doings. When Willow finally gives in, she stumbles across the new pastor, Rowan Elsher....

As a well-known author from San Diego, I have it pretty good. Even when I head to the Rocky Mountains for a writing retreat, I know my life is more interesting than most. Sort of. Okay, not really. My life is boring and there’s something missing within it.

Why is it that I’m a boyfriend-less, job-less, chunky loser? I returned home from my failed life in a heaping pile of misery. I’m lucky I have friends who built me up, dusted me off, and shoved a dating app in my face.

I have something to prove. My weight. My worth. My life. Not only am I a woman fresh out of the police academy, but because of my father’s reputation, I have to prove I’m worthy of my badge.

Avery Moore broke up with her high school sweetheart and transferred colleges to be closer to her brother and best friend. There, she began to recover from what her ex did to her....

As an old employee at a funeral home, Tegan's life had been full of corpses. When her parents died, she couldn't take being surrounded by death anymore. She had to get away, and to do that, she moved to a small, sleepy town in Utah.

It should be impossible to find their mates since packs don’t exist and they’re trying to hide in plain sight amongst the humans. But for this group of shifters, fate has a way of playing in their favor. Or does it?

I don’t like to tell people my full name, just like I don’t like to tell people anything about my past. If they knew, they’d do more than steer clear of me because of my rugged appearance. Drifting. That’s what I’ve been doing, in search of the elusive person who wronged me.