The forest was off limits. Or so I was told. That only made me want to go that much more. I ignored all the warnings, and to the mountain I went. I found out why I should have listened. Because I found him. He wasn’t a man, he was a beast. He wasn’t strong, he was strength itself. He wasn’t the Big Bad Wolf. He was my Big Bad Love. Big Bad Wolfe is a Little Red Riding Hood re-telling, with a strong heroine, a naughty alpha-hole, and just the right amount of primal kink that will heat you up and make you howl at the moon.