Bears of Pinerock County

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...

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.

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!

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?