Alternative cover edition for ASIN B07CK6FRX4. Ridley Scott I'm a genuinely happy person, regardless of the fact that both of my parents are dead, I'm a college dropout, I work at a diner as a cook in Purdy, Nebraska and I'm a tall, lanky virgin gay man with more freckles than not, bright red hair, and a creepy obsession with a gorgeous god of a man who always catches me stealing glances of him and doing awkward things. Such as, nearly killing myself with a mop bucket or frying pan. When my car breaks down not far from said gorgeous, god's house, I learn that Flynn is my best friend's alpha and there is more to my obsession than my ridiculous habit of accidental suicide attempts. We're connected. Flynn Becker I've been watching my mate for months and waiting for the perfect time to finally claim him. When he comes sputtering to a stop not far from the leap house where I'm the alpha of a large leap of leopards, I'm both excited to finally have him close and worried about how to explain our world. When I find out he already knows about shifters and his best friend is a member of my leap, I feel like this mating just got easier. But fighting both, members of my own kind, and my precious mate's insecurities, might be too much for even a chosen bond. I have to find a way to protect my mate from a crazed she-leopard and prove to him that he could never be, JUST Ridley. Previously published alternate cover version of ASIN B07CK6FRX4 can be found here.

Bennett James Everyone thinks I'm just a young, thrill seeking sass mouth who accidentally stumbled upon my status in the command by being the alpha-mate's best friend. The truth is, I'm a lot more mature than people give me credit for. Including my mate. From the time I was young, while all the other little boys were dreaming of being warriors and fighting for their leap, all I ever dreamed about is meeting my mate and living happily ever after. But my first meeting with my mate didn't go to plan, and he rejected me. Now, living the life everyone else wanted and didn't think I deserved, I couldn't enjoy it or anything else, because I was walking around as only half a person. Thompsyn Lane I'm old and grumpy and a bit of a bastard. I'm worried about bringing such a young mate into my life of near seclusion and I react badly to finding out he is only twenty. I regret my behavior immediately, but I'm still not sure I have anything to offer a gorgeous, funny, full of life person like my mate. When I start stalking him like a complete creep, I have to admit to myself that I made a huge mistake. But am I going to be too late to repair the damage I've caused? Maybe using an ability that nobody knows about to track down his missing best friend will be my chance to redeem myself as more than just a grumpy old bear.

Sutton Hilliard I've been watching my sexy neighbor lounge around his back yard in the nude for like three months now. Like a creepy weirdo, I do it with all the lights in my house off, so he won't know I'm there. When I think he is being attacked by wild animals, I run out to save him, shotgun in hand. And that is how I find out about shifters, mates and chosen. I can have babies?! WTF? Also, my gorgeous neighbor thinks I'm his mate. I've lived a life of people being forced to put up with me, when they didn't have a choice. Can I accept this mating, even to the most amazing man I've ever met, if the choice isn't even his? Barron "Ronny" Franks I'm a boring, serial-white-t-shirt-wearing, plain-looking grease monkey, who can't quite get over this curious obsession with my neighbor. Even though I'm sure I would have scented if he was my mate over three months ago when he moved in, my leopard and I are stuck on the man. When he tries to save me from my friends, and finds out about shifters, I finally get close enough to the sexy man to smell the truth. He really is my mate. And he's chosen. I couldn't be more happy with the gift I've been given, but his lack of understanding, the added comments of ignorant, bigoted leap members, and the continued investigation of cult activity among my people, might make it impossible for me to claim my sweet Sutton.

Foster Bryant I've been pretty sure Burke was my was my mate from the first time I saw him on the screen he and his brother were using to talk to each other from two different places. But as long as my leopard doesn't smell him, I can give us both the time we need to get our lives together. The key is not meeting him physically, until the time is right. The day I walk into my best friend's house and smell the most amazing scent on the air, I know that I've run out of time to get my crap figured out. In person, he's everything I've ever dreamed he'd be. And I'm all too happy to claim him. But he's been attacked by a shifter, and just found out he's chosen. I don't want to spring this on him too, and end up making him run back to Georgia, like he's always threatening. What I don't realize, is that my fear of scaring my mate, is actually breaking his heart. Can I make it right with Burke? And can I save him from a crazed, shifter stalker, who is convinced Burke is his? Burke Hilliard I think I might be going crazy. Maybe it's all the work. Maybe it's my creepy, stalkerish lab partner. But only a mental break can explain said creepy lab partner's face going all scary, and him attacking and biting me. Right? When I go to Purdy, Nebraska to get away from it all and visit my adopted brother Sutton, it comes with a special surprise. My brother's best friend of five years. The one I've never actually met, but have been in constant battle with for almost as long. The man I've secretly had the biggest crush on, since the very first time he annoyed and then bossed me, while I was video chatting my brother. When I learn about shifters and mates, and what the mark on my rear-end is all about, I finally understand this draw I've always had to the annoying man. But if that is true, then why isn't Foster saying anything? Am I alone in this crazy pull? And is it too much to ask for him to drop that stupid nickname, and continue to call me baby? Warning: Mpreg elements! Also, my books have little to no angst, and lots and lots of fluff! They are better read in order, because I kind of write them like a continuation of a story, and I don't like to repeat explanations over and over if I can help it. No cheating, because that makes my heart hurt. Sorry, I just don't want anyone being disappointed if they like the angst filled heart-rippers. These read more like a romantic comedy than a romantic drama. Enjoy!! ::blowing you kisses::

Rory Stevens When I was six, monsters attacked and killed my mom, while we were unloading groceries. I thought I'd been rescued by the nice man we'd met the day before at the pool, but throughout the twelve years I spent in his basement, I started to realize things. He was one of the monsters, and my basement bedroom was my cage. Now, on the run from the people who wanted to sell me to the highest bidder, I want desperately to make a new life for myself, but my face tells the horrors of my past in the badly scarred claw mark running down the left side. When I find Purdy, I feel safe. And when I find Green, I feel something else. I want something someone like me can't have. Hope is dangerous, and I can't let myself be pulled in by it. Even if all my dreams truly are wrapped up in this one man, and everything he's offering seems perfect. And then I learn about the monsters, about shifters and about Green, and my connection to them all. Green Wilkes The moment I see my delicate, but strong mate, I feel elated. Followed very quickly by cold fury when I see the suffering written all over his scarred, but still beautiful face. When I follow him one day after his shift at Bunny's diner, I also find out he's homeless, and still suffering. Convincing Rory that I want him is a bit of a struggle, but I know it will be worth it once I have him living under my roof, where he belongs. The plan to get him there didn't originally involve the wolves that kidnapped him as a child showing up, but I'll take what I can get. Getting him to stay once he finds out about my kind and their correlation with the monsters that killed his mother might be tough, but I'm hoping I give him more reasons to stay than to go. Unfortunately, a bad decision involving communication that leads to Rory thinking I'm only in it for the money I can get for him might make it impossible. Until I can make him mine, I'll just have to continue to be the guardian of my pretty angel. Warning: Mpreg elements! Also, my books have little to no angst, and lots and lots of fluff! They are better read in order, because I kind of write them like a continuation of a story, and I don't like to repeat explanations over and over if I can help it. No cheating, because that makes my heart hurt. Sorry, I just don't want anyone being disappointed if they like the angst filled heart-rippers. These read more like a romantic comedy than a romantic drama. Enjoy!! ::blowing you kisses::

Davis Sanders I'm a bit on the chubby side, and I tend to somehow walk around with at least one foot hanging out of my mouth at all times. It's amazing how spectacularly I can vomit out a run-on sentence with every phrase being more offensive than the last. When my father sends me to Purdy, Nebraska to talk my favorite author into signing on with his publishing company, I know he doesn't know what kind of author the man is, and that the whole venture is a lost cause. One, an author of gay romance wouldn't touch Sanders' Publishing with their worst enemies…pen. And two, has there actually ever been someone with less social skills than me? But he's the overly controlling parent that I can't seem to get out from under the thumb of. And I'd really like to meet one of my favorite authors in person. And then I do. And he's truly the most gorgeous, delicious man I've ever met in my life, and me fantasizing about all the things I want to do to him is pointless. Right? Except, all the things he writes about in his books are real, and my birthmark makes me something I've never been in my entire life. Important. Ward Butler I'm a quiet man, usually. Not because I'm shy, or even antisocial, but because I like to sit back and watch. I'm an observer. And sometimes, I'm lonely. I was starting to worry that our leap was going to meet its quota of soulmates before I found mine. I mean can we even fit any more gay men into our micro-town? I feel like there is a law somewhere about it. When the old, bigoted geezer from Sanders' Publishing shows up at my not-job to offer a contract I've turned down multiple times already, I'm ready to throw him out on his wrinkly rear-end. Only, the delicious little chubby I find waiting for me is definitely NOT Alder Sanders. But he IS my mate, and he's flipping perfect. His body was made for tying to the bed and devouring. If we can somehow make it past Alder Sanders, my mate's insecurities and the creepy cult's terrifying new chemical weapon, maybe it will actually work out. One could hope, right? Because I'd really like to get Davis back to my room and do ALL the hot stuff. Warning: Mpreg elements! Also, my books have little to no angst, and lots and lots of fluff! They are better read in order, because I kind of write them like a continuation of a story, and I don't like to repeat explanations over and over if I can help it. No cheating, because that makes my heart hurt. And definitely a HEA! I write 'em short and sweet, because I like to read 'em short and sweet. Sorry, I just don't want anyone being disappointed if they like the angst filled heart-rippers that are chapter after chapter of emotional upheaval. (I read those too, but I have to be mentally prepared, and have a few days to put aside for recovery!) "These read more like a romantic comedy than a romantic drama. Enjoy!! ::blowing you kisses::

Marlow Jeffers I'm a former child star, whose own mother and father treated like a meal ticket. When burn out, and my mother's hateful words to my twin brother drove me away from the life of fortune and semi-fame, the only logical solution is to buy a food truck so my brother can follow his passion, and move to Purdy, Nebraska. I'm used to having a few creepers staring too long and even following me around. I didn't get as far as I did in my professional life because I'm unattractive. But the aggressive way one customer grabs my wrist to examine my birthmark and then practically sets up camp outside my truck makes me more nervous than any obsessive fan ever has. When the gorgeous and funny Arry Martin with his dark skin, pretty blue eyes and ridiculous Goatee comes to my rescue, my brother and I find out we are part of a world we never knew existed. Unfortunately, I almost throw the best thing that ever happened to me away with careless ignorant words. I've only ever been what others needed and wanted me to be. I don't know if I have anything left to give in the way of being what someone else needs. Arry Martin The first time I see Marlow, I'm blown away by how gorgeous he is with his movie star face and perfect body, quickly followed by being exceedingly pleased by his sassy whit and confidence. He really is my perfect match, but he's had to deal with the stress of pleasing everyone else his whole life. Not understanding how perfectly he already fits into my life, he rejects our mating, and in a fit of grief, I take off. Marlow fears I'll never be able to forgive him. Can I? Can I trust that he won't freak out again? Can I deal with his sexy, sassy mouth, when he won't quit making fun of my facial hair? With the cult most likely gunning for my leap, and somebody kidnapping chosen and selling them as breeders, my mate and his brother are in danger, and we'll need our friendly fox and his FBI cohorts to keep us all safe. Can my mate handle the stress of being in my world, when he came here for a break? And can my little Blondie handle 1998 with a goat? Warning: Mpreg elements! Also, my books have little to no angst, and lots and lots of fluff! They are better read in order, because I kind of write them like a continuation of a story, and I don't like to repeat explanations over and over if I can help it. No cheating, because that makes my heart hurt, and I try to avoid things that make me sad like I SHOULD be avoiding carbs. Sorry, I just don't want anyone being disappointed if they like the angst filled heart-rippers. These read more like a romantic comedy than a romantic drama. Enjoy!! ::blowing you kisses::

Bentley Jeffers My life has been a series of ups and downs. Downside: I lost my right arm just below he elbow when I was six years old due to a car accident. Upside: It made my usefulness to my parents nonexistent and therefore they didn't treat me the way they treated my twin brother. Downside: Not many people in the circle my family spent all its time in wanted to be friends with someone like me. Upside: My brother would burn the world down to make me happy, and I had plenty of time to pursue my love of cooking and baking. Downside: My mother tells me nobody wants to be served by, or eat anything made by an arm that looks like mine. Upside: My brother loses it on her and moves us to Purdy, Nebraska with a food truck where I can bake and sell my food. Upside: I've finally found friends that actually like me for me, and aren't put-off by my missing limb or extreme lack of confidence. Downside: I'm kidnapped by men who want to sell me to other men for my baby-making abilities. Upside: I have no doubt I'll be rescued soon. Downside: The man that rescues me is the most gorgeous, intelligent, considerate, sweet being in the world, and I think I'm falling hard for him. But how can a man so perfect want a mate that isn't whole? Who isn't "mate material?" Will I ever get back to a point in my life where I feel like someone who is worth being a mate? Kinsey Walt When a man is given a gift, he is thankful. And when I see my beautiful mate for the first time, I'm the happiest I've ever been in my entire life. This perfect creature was gifted to me, and I'll fight for him, no matter what. I'll fight sex traffickers, his brother and even him and his insecurities to hold on the one that belongs to me. When I take my mate back to his new home so that his new family can see that I haven't kidnapped the man myself, the dangers we knew were a possibility, become a reality, and I'm hurt. Seeing my mate scared and crying makes me question whether or not I can put him through something that is more often than not a possibility in my line of work, and I decide to accept a job offer from the place my brothers and sister work on an island in the Caribbean. Almost immediately, I regret not discussing it with my mate first, especially when it becomes clear that he is distancing himself from me before I get a chance to leave him behind. But how could he possibly think I would or even could run off and leave my precious boy? Warning: Mpreg elements! Also, my books have little to no angst, and lots and lots of fluff! They are better read in order, because I kind of write them like a continuation of a story, and I don't like to repeat explanations over and over if I can help it. No cheating, because that makes my heart hurt, and I try to avoid things that make me sad like I SHOULD be avoiding carbs. Sorry, I just don't want anyone being disappointed if they like the angst filled heart-rippers. These read more like a romantic comedy than a romantic drama. Enjoy!! ::blowing you kisses::

Carter Benson Being sold to men who were intent on basically auctioning me off into sexual slavery isn't the worst thing I've been through, but getting into that would mean talking about revenge and things better left forgotten. And you just didn't tell the gorgeous FBI agent who rescued you from a life of popping out pups at a near constant rate that you did something so bad, you should actually be sitting in prison making shanks out of hardened mashed potatoes and a spork? Especially when he turns out to be your mate. But, how do you start a relationship with something that big hanging over it like a black cloud? You don't. And that's why I can't have this gorgeous man who brings out things in me I haven't seen since my mom was still alive and my life was normal. Harley Daniels Going to Carter Benson's house to question his roommate about his disappearance is both a happy revelation and a terrifying one, because as soon as I smell the scent coming off of the items in the young chosen's room, I know he's my mate. How am I(he of zero filter) supposed to take care a a traumatized mate without making things worth? Getting him out is the easy part, convincing him to trust me is not. Neither is convincing him not to run scared because my job is dangerous and I’m the first person he’s allowed himself to care about in years. As we grow closer, he teaches me to be happy with who I am, and I remind him how to feel. How do I get my fierce little protector to see how much we need each other and to stop sweating the little sh\*t? Warning: Mpreg elements! Also, my books have little to no angst, and lots and lots of fluff! They are better read in order, because I kind of write them like a continuation of a story, and I don't like to repeat explanations over and over if I can help it. No cheating, because that makes my heart hurt, and I try to avoid things that make me sad like I SHOULD be avoiding carbs. Sorry, I just don't want anyone being disappointed if they like the angst filled heart-rippers. These read more like a romantic comedy than a romantic drama. Enjoy!! ::blowing you kisses::

Silver Bell Football has been both my freedom and my restraints. I'm my happiest when I'm on the field. I have an assignment. I know what I need to do and I get it done. I don’t have to worry about my parents and their demands or anything else going on or not going on in my life. It paid my way through college, which meant not having to rely on my parents for my education. Unfortunately, it gives them a reason to actually give a crap about me, and pay far too much attention to my life. Between them and my fear of losing football if anyone ever found out the truth about me, I've never been able to fully be myself. Which I never thought of as being that big of a deal…until I get kidnapped. Or, I guess until I get rescued. Parker Bradley is the sexiest, most tempting man I've ever met. He makes me want in a way I never have before. In a way that makes me want to be far braver than I have the ability to be in my life. For someone whose life is just as bound and buried in the closet as I was in that crazy wolf-shifter's office, that's terrifying. Parker Bradley While on a mission to finally rid our department and our friends at the Becker pack of the cult and it's Alpha Supreme, I literally find my mate trussed up in a closet. And boy does he come out hard. With one problem out of the way, my new, self-imposed mission features getting my mate to accept me. Unfortunately, he has more than one reason to keep his sexuality hidden and continue to live the only life he's known how up until now. Secrets included. I can work around that. Or in the very least, I can wait it out. But in order for Silver to get back to the way things were before, we have to find the person who sold him to the travelling sell-a-mate show, because whoever it was knows things about him only people close to him would. And if they got away with selling him once, who's to say they won't do it again? Can I help my mate get his old life back knowing it means putting our happy ever after on hold indefinitely? Or will I risk his happiness so I can selfishly keep my lineman? Warning: Mpreg elements! Also, my books have little to no angst, and lots and lots of fluff! They are better read in order, because I kind of write them like a continuation of a story, and I don't like to repeat explanations over and over if I can help it. No cheating, because that makes my heart hurt, and I try to avoid things that make me sad like I SHOULD be avoiding carbs. Sorry, I just don't want anyone being disappointed if they like the angst filled heart-rippers. These read more like a romantic comedy than a romantic drama. Enjoy!! ::blowing you kisses::

Pierce Brown If it weren't for the one thing in the whole world I can't leave behind, I would have escaped, or been killed trying by now. At nineteen, the prospect of dying trying to get away from a fancy hotel in Las Vegas shouldn't even be a thought process you have, but a month in the presence of a man like Oscar Burns is enough to make you feel like evil is infecting your skin. When rescue comes in the form of Boston Long, I can't help but be a little skeptical. It's not just my well being at stake, and nothing has ever worked out as planned for me before. But Boston and his group of the strangest FBI agents ever prove how resourceful they can be, and soon I'm looking at living a life again. Boston can kind of come off like a serial killer, but there is definitely something about him I can't get out of my head. And it's not just the adorably awkward way he smiles. So, why didn't he tell me we were mates? Is the prospect of mating with a nineteen-year-old who lives a life that is closer to that of a middle-aged man not exciting enough for someone who lives dangerously everyday? Boston Long I can't believe it when I find my mate sitting obediently next to Oscar's desk, like a little pet that jumps to it when the man says so. Just how loyal is he to the slime-ball of a human? When it becomes clear that Oscar is forcing Pierce's compliance by holding on to something my mate can't ever leave behind, the mission is…tweaked. Once we have Pierce and the rest of the chosen safely back at the leap house and Oscar locked in the bunker where we can question him, I'm still nervous about telling my mate what he is to me. He's been through a lot, and I don't want him confusing gratitude with actual feelings, but it might cost me when he finally finds out and thinks I don't want him. When an old enemy wanting revenge shows up and releases Oscar and convinces him to come after what's mine, I might lose everything. I might lose the only thin in a very long time that can make me smile…awkwardly. Warning: Mpreg elements! Also, my books have little to no angst, and lots and lots of fluff! They are better read in order, because I kind of write them like a continuation of a story, and I don't like to repeat explanations over and over if I can help it. No cheating, because that makes my heart hurt, and I try to avoid things that make me sad like I SHOULD be avoiding carbs. Sorry, I just don't want anyone being disappointed if they like the angst filled heart-rippers. These read more like a romantic comedy than a romantic drama. Enjoy!! ::blowing you kisses::

Reid Wilson Living with a large group of people is really starting to grow on me, especially since before I was kidnapped, I was feeling more and more alone every day. My days used to be an endless cycle of passive aggressive comments about my size and appearance, disguised as constructive criticism from someone who "just didn't want me to feel out of place" in his world. I may like to workout, but I also like to eat. Now, living on leap land with people who seem to like me just fine at my size, I'm more content than I've ever been. There might me nights I wish I had someone to hold me the way many of my friend's mates hold them, but getting into another relationship and having to deal with the same kind of treatment as before would more lonely than sleeping alone at night. Trust me, I've been there. And someone as physically perfect as Sloan Richardson couldn't possibly have any more patience with my eating habits than my ex had been, can he? Sloan Richarson Reid Wilson is perfect…and kinda a d\*ck. When he's not all out laughing in my face at the suggestion of a date, he is thoroughly ignoring the fuu…dge out of me. Having a conversation with him that doesn't end in me wanting to both curl in a ball and cry myself to sleep and stab something repeatedly, is an absolute miracle and possibly not even a thing. But I have every intention of wearing him down because he's my mate and he belongs with me. And I'll do everything I can to do it. Even run directly into the line of fire from a hitman's gun, or avoid the slice of the knife Reid's always carrying around, covered in blood, paint and pumpkin guts. Warning: Mpreg elements! Also, my books have little to no angst, and lots and lots of fluff! They are better read in order, because I kind of write them like a continuation of a story, and I don't like to repeat explanations over and over if I can help it. No cheating, because that makes my heart hurt, and I try to avoid things that make me sad like I SHOULD be avoiding carbs. Sorry, I just don't want anyone being disappointed if they like the angst filled heart-rippers. These read more like a romantic comedy than a romantic drama. Enjoy!! ::blowing you kisses::

Richmond Pratt I like being a PI, but I don't love it. I like my life in Tennessee, but I don't love it. I like the apartment I live in but I don't love it. Basically my life is full of stuff that I can live with or without. With the exception of my mom and my sister, but they have their own lives. When a case takes me to Purdy, Nebraska, I learn about shifters and I meet a man I can't get out of my head. But I'm straight. At least, I think I am. I've never really been too passionate about anyone or anything. Being around Payne and the leap of shifters opens my eyes to the fact that I haven't really been living a life so much as just keeping my heart beating from day to day. Moving to Purdy and starting a new life that involves people and things I actually enjoy being around is my new life goal. But that means moving. Is it a good thing or an absolute disaster that Payne volunteers to tag along and help out? Payne Brooks I'm good with disaster. It's familiar. I've watched everyone, including my best friend and partner in distraction find their mate, and though I have no idea what to do with one myself, I would love to have the kind of connection I've watched bloom around me. Finding my mate in the human man who brought it upon himself to come all the way here from another state to stop a hitman from killing my friend's mate would be absolutely amazing…if the man wasn't straight. How do I convince a man who's never been with another man take a chance on a relationship with me, when I'm not even sure I know how to be in one to begin with. But I have to try. Moving him from Tennessee to Nebraska seems like an easy task and maybe a way to win my mate over. Too bad his strange neighbor has other plans for my mate. Now I have to protect him from a tiger shifter who is looking to take over the alpha position by bringing home a chosen like a trophy, while moving him across country and convincing him I'm worth flipping his world upside down for. Should be easy, right? Warning: Mpreg elements! Also, my books have little to no angst, and lots and lots of fluff! They are better read in order, because I kind of write them like a continuation of a story, and I don't like to repeat explanations over and over if I can help it. No cheating, because that makes my heart hurt, and I try to avoid things that make me sad like I SHOULD be avoiding carbs. Sorry, I just don't want anyone being disappointed if they like the angst filled heart-rippers. These read more like a romantic comedy than a romantic drama. Enjoy!! ::blowing you kisses::

Moore Aldridge Finding out my mother and father have been hiding a pretty important secret form my brother and sister and me isn't the highlight of my week. But considering, up until yesterday I was bing held in a dingy, freezing cell with no blanket, it's also not the worst thing. So what if I can get pregnant and have amazing children that can possibly levitate or blow stuff up with there minds, I always knew I was pretty freaking extraordinary. Too bad I have a giant, massive, occasionally-can't-keep-from-stopping-in-the-middle-of-a-sentence-to-get-my-sh\t-together crush on the tank-in-a-tight-tee who rescued us from stinky balls and using a bucket as a bathroom. Because my nosy a\\* just overheard him telling somebody he already has a mate and apparently, they're effing perfect. Carpenter King My little s'more is effing perfect. Gorgeous, funny, sweet when nobody is looking and snarky as hell. He apparently lives to push my buttons and I so love my buttons being pushed. Too bad I just overheard him telling someone he doesn't think he can handle being the superior-baby-breeding-bun-oven to some shifter he hardly knows. It takes me a moment to get my sh\*t together, but when I do it's with the determination to win my mate over and remind him of all the perks of being with a shifter. But now we're being followed, and I need my mate to not only like me but trust me so I can keep him out of trouble and out of the hands of a man wanting revenge. Warning: Mpreg elements! Also, my books have little to no angst, and lots and lots of fluff! They are better read in order, because I kind of write them like a continuation of a story, and I don't like to repeat explanations over and over if I can help it. No cheating, because that makes my heart hurt, and I try to avoid things that make me sad like I SHOULD be avoiding carbs. Sorry, I just don't want anyone being disappointed if they like the angst filled heart-rippers. These read more like a romantic comedy than a romantic drama. Enjoy!! ::blowing you kisses::

Edmond Aldridge I want what my brother has. Well, not exactly. As great as Carpenter is, he doesn't do it for me. But I want the love, devotion and crazy attraction he has with his mate. I want someone to look at me the way they look at each other. The way most of the leap looks at each other. After a horrible relationship with a man who tended to like to hurt me and not in a good way, I just want to find that one man who will treat me like I'm something special and not something to be abused and left behind. Ever since I first saw Axel, I had hoped I could have that with the tiger shifter from Tennessee who is visiting the leap as a favor to his alpha. But as drawn as I am to the man, he doesn't seem to have any interest in me. I guess I'm just not meant to be his after all. Axel Oakes I'm not meant to have a mate. A head injury when I was young left me with a sense of smell barely better than that of a human's. Though I've learned to work around it for the most part, I know I probably won't be able to sense my mate even if I was standing right on top of him. As tempting as it is to spend a little time with the adorable little Edmond, I have absolutely nothing to offer someone so perfect when I'm so flawed and I'm not here for a hookup anyway. My alpha has sent me to see if our streak can come meet the chosen. While I don't agree with it or how he plans on making our streak whole again, I have to do my duty. When Edmond's ex shows up in Purdy and tries to hurt the precious little human, this redneck tiger with little to no sense of smell isn't about to let anyting happen to him because even if I can't smell Edmond Aldridge, he tastes like mine. Warning: Mpreg elements! Also, my books have little to no angst, and lots and lots of fluff! They are better read in order, because I kind of write them like a continuation of a story, and I don't like to repeat explanations over and over if I can help it. No cheating, because that makes my heart hurt, and I try to avoid things that make me sad like I SHOULD be avoiding carbs. Sorry, I just don't want anyone being disappointed if they like the angst filled heart-rippers. These read more like a romantic comedy than a romantic drama. Enjoy!! ::blowing you kisses::

A Christmas present to my readers! Coach Walker finds his mate in a sassy ballerina barista who needs his protection.

Marshall Matthew Dillon (Yes, my mother did that to me) Not having Thanksgiving with my family and missing my grandmother's stuffing was the only reason I'd finally caved and looked at all my social media feeds after avoiding them for months. When I find out my grandmother is really sick and in the hospital, of course I make the trip home to see her before it's too late. Though it's great to see my family, I know my home is no longer here in Oregon. It's back in Nebraska with all my new and interesting friends. And when my grandmother finally gets released from the hospital, I decide to go back. Unfortunately, my brother and his friend have other plans and I'm suddenly very aware that my brother was the reason I was kidnapped and held like a prisoner for so long in the first place. Thankfully my friend comes to my rescue. With help. With really, sexy, really my type help. Help that makes it clear he isn't ready to be tied down. Isn't that just my luck? Quinn Davenport When I told my friend he was going to have to introduce me to a few chosen when I came to visit, I'd honestly been joking. I was by no means ready for a mate. I still had wild oats to sow or however that saying goes. I'm twenty-five, I'm not supposed to metaphor yet. Really, when I came to Purdy, Nebraska, I'd been hunting a purpose, hoping being close to my long lost friend and a random group of shifters would give me some idea what I wanted to do with my life. But there's been a scent in the leap house that I keep catching bits of and I can't seem to control this need I have to hunt its source. Which leads me to the bedroom door of Marshall Dillon, the missing chosen that had been living there for months. It looks like my mate might have been kidnapped again. And though I'm not sure what I'm going to do with him once I find him, I know that I can't just let him be sold to someone else. But how am I supposed to live the life I want and find my purpose if I have a mate tagging along? Warning: Mpreg elements! Also, my books have little to no angst, and lots and lots of fluff! They are better read in order, because I kind of write them like a continuation of a story, and I don't like to repeat explanations over and over if I can help it. No cheating, because that makes my heart hurt, and I try to avoid things that make me sad like I SHOULD be avoiding carbs. Sorry, I just don't want anyone being disappointed if they like the angst filled heart-rippers. These read more like a romantic comedy than a romantic drama. Enjoy!! ::blowing you kisses::

Graham Ross The night of my seventeenth birthday, I finally told my best friend I was gay…and he left town, not returning for a year and a half. A year and a half of short communications via social media and zero information on why he'd left. But deep down, I'd always known I'd run him off. Somehow, he knew that being gay wasn't the only secret I was keeping from him. I was also madly in love with him. Now, Witt is back and trying to pick up where we left off. The only problem is, I still have those feelings for him and I'm terrified when he finds out, he'll just leave like last time. I don't know if I can open myself up to feeling that kind of pain again because the year and a half that he spent away from me was almost more than I could handle, and the pain never got easier. Witt Turner Graham had been my best friend since he walked through the doors of that boys home, a toe-headed little hellion who looked like he was ready to pick a fight with the first person to breathe on him wrong. There had always been that pull to be in his presence and I'd only started fighting it when I realized it wasn't just a pull to be his friend. When the beast in of me started pushing me to claim what wasn't ready to be claimed, I knew I needed to find out more about myself and what these urges were about. I hadn't planned on staying away, but once the truth started to unwind, I knew I had to learn to get myself under control before I could go back and claim my mate. Following him to Purdy is just another step to proving that I'm back for good, but it turns out to be one of the best things either of us has ever done when we both learn about chosen and find out the significance of Graham's gorgeous mark on his thigh. Unfortunately, I'm not the only one who followed Graham to Purdy and another man's unhealthy obsession means my plans to infiltrate my mate's life might need to be stepped up when I have to act as bodyguard to keep Graham safe. The only question is, will Graham appreciate the effort or have I already ruined my chances with the only man I've ever wanted? Warning: Mpreg elements! Also, my books have little to no angst, and lots and lots of fluff! They are better read in order, because I kind of write them like a continuation of a story, and I don't like to repeat explanations over and over if I can help it. No cheating, because that makes my heart hurt, and I try to avoid things that make me sad like I SHOULD be avoiding carbs. Sorry, I just don't want anyone being disappointed if they like the angst filled heart-rippers. These read more like a romantic comedy than a romantic drama. Enjoy!! ::blowing you kisses::

Hollyster Roman Arguing with Cowen over video chats it one of my absolute favorite things to do. And though we've never met, I've found that calling him to yell at him about the way he treats my people is the highlight of my week. But the man really does need a partner, and his boss insists it's someone from my department, so after several failed attempts at placing another agent with him, I take on the daunting task myself. Who knew fighting with Cowen in person rather than video chat would be even more… stimulating? When the boys from Purdy need our help to find out who all is on the side of the evil bastard Heath, we quickly realize just how well we work together. And we discover some other things too. Cowen Maxwell Having Hollyster in my house, taking over my space and being a general pain in my ass should be the torture. What's torture is realizing my little obsession with him is quickly turning into more. When the delphinium keeping me from catching his scent falls off in the middle of the night, it is suddenly very clear why I can't look at him without wanting. Why the idea of him leaving my house makes my stomach churn. Why the idea of using him as bait to get inside the bunker where Heath is keeping his new collection of chosen makes me so damn angry and utterly terrified. But will Hollyster be able to accept a cranky old man with a bad attitude as the man he spends forever with? Warning: Mpreg elements! Also, my books have little to no angst, and lots and lots of fluff! They are better read in order, because I kind of write them like a continuation of a story, and I don't like to repeat explanations over and over if I can help it. No cheating, because that makes my heart hurt, and I try to avoid things that make me sad like I SHOULD be avoiding carbs. Sorry, I just don't want anyone being disappointed if they like the angst filled heart-rippers. These read more like a romantic comedy than a romantic drama. Enjoy!! ::blowing you kisses::

Crawford Russell Lincoln Reed saved my life one night nearly five years ago when my drunken father almost killed me. I left town that night with my little sister and didn't come back until my father died two years later, and by that time, Lincoln was going to college out of state. I haven't seen him in person since that night, but we've kept in touch via text, call and video chat almost since I've been back to Crossville TN and falling more and more in love with him each day. Now he's coming back to town and needs a place to stay until he finds his own. In a moment of stupidity, I offer him the extra room in my house. I know I don't have a chance with the gorgeous man. He's a sleek, beautiful, educated man with a heart of gold, and I'm a grizzled bar owner who's scarily close to following in his father's alcoholic footsteps. Lincoln Reed Accepting Crawford's offer to come stay with him when I get back to Crossville is both a dream come true and absolutely terrifying. As a shifter, there is always that chance I'm going to find my mate which SHOULD deter me from falling in love with anyone who isn't him. Should. Hasn't. I'm head over heels for my brother's best friend and I'm about to be spending a lot more time with him. To say I'm shocked when I first see Crawford in person after five years––or more appropriately my first smell him––is an understatement, and it explains everything. My excitement is short lived when he disappears one day while I'm out, and a slip up from a streak member tells me I have every reason to be worried about what has happened to my mate. Warning: Mpreg elements! Also, my books have little to no angst, and lots and lots of fluff! They are better read in order, because I kind of write them like a continuation of a story, and I don't like to repeat explanations over and over if I can help it. No cheating, because that makes my heart hurt, and I try to avoid things that make me sad like I SHOULD be avoiding carbs. Sorry, I just don't want anyone being disappointed if they like the angst filled heart-rippers. These read more like a romantic comedy than a romantic drama. Enjoy!! ::blowing you kisses::

Beckett Anders At eighteen, I've already experienced far too much and lived a life that most would be terrified of. Needless to say, I don't feel like an eighteen year old kid. Too bad a kid is exactly how Grayson Meadows sees me. Call it a hero worship, call it youthful naivety, but I have a massive crush on one of the men who rescued me from the bunker where my best friend and I had spent weeks being held against our will. I'd maybe believe what I felt was due to gratitude or even the fact that I was young and dumb if I was, in fact, dumb or hadn't met every single one of my rescuers and didn't feel the same kind of crazy longing I felt for Grayson. Something about the man makes me feel safe and crazed at the same time. I want him more than I've ever wanted anything ever. Unfortunately, I don't seem to be his type, and he treats me like a little kid. Grayson Meadows Not only is my mate young, but he was just rescued from being held in a fallout shelter. It doesn't take a psychologist to know the decisions he makes for the next few months around going to be with a clear mind and heart. When I claim my mate, I want to do it knowing I didn't take advantage of him at a time when he was vulnerable, because of what happened. And everyone knows eighteen-year-olds are great at making terrible decisions. Unfortunately, I will need to be going back to Oregon soon and I don't know if I can leave my Beckett behind without losing my mind completely. Which is another reason why I can't tell him what he is to me. It's one thing for me to have to suffer knowing my mate is out there, possibly living happily without me, but I couldn't handle knowing he was suffering the effects of mate withdrawal too. Warning: Mpreg elements! Also, my books have little to no angst, and lots and lots of fluff! They are better read in order, because I kind of write them like a continuation of a story, and I don't like to repeat explanations over and over if I can help it. No cheating, because that makes my heart hurt, and I try to avoid things that make me sad like I SHOULD be avoiding carbs. Sorry, I just don't want anyone being disappointed if they like the angst filled heart-rippers. These read more like a romantic comedy than a romantic drama. Enjoy!! ::blowing you kisses::

Turner Burks I've pretty much always given up what I want for the happiness of others. It seems to be a pattern with me. It's why nobody even thought to ask anyone else when things started going nuts with my alpha and he suddenly needed a babysitter. "Of course, Turner will drop everything, including his education to come to the rescue of the streak." So, I'm not even really that surprised when the man who is perfect for me in every way, my mate, shows up in Crossville, looking for his missing… HUSBAND. Looks like one more thing I'm going to have to give up. But how am I ever going to survive letting my mate go to live happily with another man? Kendrick Williams When my brother calls home after three weeks of being missing to inform us that he'd been kidnapped, held for weeks, found, saved and was fine, but didn't want to come home, my family and I really aren't sure what to think. Being a private investigator––I spend most of my time behind a desk pouring over a computer––I use my rescorses to track him down, needing to make sure he really is fine and not Stockholming it up in Tennessee somewhere. When I lie about being Warren's husband, I immediately regret it when his landlord turns out to be the most amazing man I've ever met. Now if only getting passed the hurdle that is the man I want thinking I'm married to my brother was the strangest thing I'll have to deal with while in Crossville. Warning: Mpreg elements! Also, my books have little to no angst, and lots and lots of fluff! They are better read in order, because I kind of write them like a continuation of a story, and I don't like to repeat explanations over and over if I can help it. No cheating, because that makes my heart hurt, and I try to avoid things that make me sad like I SHOULD be avoiding carbs. Sorry, I just don't want anyone being disappointed if they like the angst filled heart-rippers. These read more like a romantic comedy than a romantic drama. Enjoy!! ::blowing you kisses::

Warren Williams In high school, I was bullied. I know, bullies are a dime a dozen and most of the behaviors of young, dumb children can be forgiven and even forgotten. But there is one bully I'll never forget. His name was Asher Douglas and I had the most ridiculous crush on him… until the day he and his friends tricked me into thinking he liked me and then dumped actual feces on my head and filmed the whole thing. It was my biggest humiliation, and not just because of the crap. It was because I'd honestly thought Asher was a good guy up until that point. It's too bad he's now my brother's best friend and business partner… and the man investigating the disappearance of a girl I might have information about. Asher Douglas My biggest regret revolves around a gorgeous young man I had a crush on years before and people I thought were my friends. I never got the chance to set the record straight with Warren, because he moved to a new school and wouldn't answer any correspondence from me at all over the years. Not that I could blame him. When a job takes me to Crossville where my partner and best friend has decided to move with his mate, I'm excited for the chance to maybe FINALLY tell Warren what really happened that day in the school parking lot, years before. What I didn't expect was that he would turn out to be my mate… and not interested in my explanation, or me at all. Warning: Mpreg elements! Also, my books have little to no angst, and lots and lots of fluff! They are better read in order, because I kind of write them like a continuation of a story, and I don't like to repeat explanations over and over if I can help it. No cheating, because that makes my heart hurt, and I try to avoid things that make me sad like I SHOULD be avoiding carbs. Sorry, I just don't want anyone being disappointed if they like the angst filled heart-rippers. These read more like a romantic comedy than a romantic drama. Enjoy!! ::blowing you kisses::

Enid Daniels I tell all my deepest secrets to a tiger shifter I have never seen in human form, who I've named Roarsen. Somehow, though he never speaks, for obvious reasons, he has the ability to make me laugh and feel comfortable, even with telling him the hard truths about my life. I spend every night for months sitting on that back porch, snuggling my tiger friend and talking for hours. I have this fantasy that someday, I'll finally be ready for him to shift and the chemistry will be out of this world. We'll fall in love and I'll have a partner that knows everything about me and still accepts and loves me. Too bad Decker has to ruin everything by being the man I can't stop craving, who just happens to also be a great guy. But I can't tell someone like Decker the things I've had to do in my past. He'd never understand. Decker Reed It was an accident! I never meant to deceive my mate. I simply followed my tiger nose to the beautiful man sitting on my brother's back porch and became the confidant to a person in need of an ear that he thought might not judge him. And I don't judge him. I want nothing more than to hold him in my arms and tell him how amazing I find him. Too bad he won't let me shift yet, so I can show him how happy I am to have him as a mate, no matter what his past looks like. As with all my books, this is pretty freaking fluffy. Not much angst at all, no cheating and definitely a happy ending! Meant to be a light hearted read to make you laugh… or at least smile. Enjoy!! ::blowing you kisses::

Malik Newton I was fairly severely burned when I was young. Before anyone gets too emotional about it, it was an accident. My sister and I were being dumb and accidentally caught me on fire. For the most part, I've gotten used to people staring at my burn scars. It's not really something I can hide and though most people try to hide their reaction, I get human nature grabs the eyes and holds on tight when something is different. Usually, I just ignore it. But there are still times when the unwanted attention of others can really hurt. Like when they curl their lip or show disgust. Or when the first guy you ever really wanted to impress spends the first hour in your company failing at not getting caught staring at your scars. Rowe Belk is simply not a subtle man. What he is though, is someone who might just be too sweet for a world like ours, and I vow to myself that I will find a way to make him see past the scars to a man who would do anything to keep his amazing heart protected and safe. Rowe Belk Shy doesn't even begin to describe me. I'm also awkward and a little weird. I'm always getting made fun of for not wanting to kill bugs and have even had more than one person get mad at me for it. Most people take one look at my size and just assume I'm a certain way, only to be disappointed when they find out I'm nothing like what they expected. I would give anything to be able to disappear in a room, but I'm kinda hard to miss, given my size. The first time I meet my mate, I literally don't notice the scars at first. I notice the way he carries himself. The authority he gives off, the energy. I notice his sweet scent, and lovely eyes. I know as a chosen, he needs to be protected from men who hunt people like him as part of a competition that feeds something much worse, but as I get to know him better, I realize, though I may be protecting him physically, he's actually the one taking care of me, and it's everything I've ever wanted in my life. Warning: Mpreg elements! Also, my books have little to no angst, and lots and lots of fluff! They are better read in order, because I kind of write them like a continuation of a story, and I don't like to repeat explanations over and over if I can help it. No cheating, because that makes my heart hurt, and I try to avoid things that make me sad like I SHOULD be avoiding carbs. Sorry, I just don't want anyone being disappointed if they like the angst filled heart-rippers. These read more like a romantic comedy than a romantic drama. Enjoy!! ::blowing you kisses::

When Kennedy, the gorgeous actor Recker has been obsessed with for several months gets into a tussle on the news, his chosen mark is exposed to the world. Only a few will understand what the mark means, but those few could be dangerous. Recker gets hired on as Kennedy's new bodyguard, replacing the idiots who nearly got him injured in the first place, and confirms what he'd been starting to believe... Kennedy is his mate. But how do you introduce someone who lives their life in the spotlight to shifters and... everything else?

Watching his across the street neighbor as he goes about his life has been one fo Boyce's favorite pass-times for several months. There is just something about the man that draws his attention even before he meets the man. Imaging how surprised he is when the object of this small obsession asks him for help. Not only does he jump in feet first, so does his dog. Wynn is pretty sure asking Boyce, his ridiculously hot neighbor with the delicious body and the gorgeous dog to help him with updating his security and monitoring system at the daycare was the smartest thing he'd ever done, especially when it leads to a friendship he didn't see coming. He knows that Boyce is aware of shifters and that he used to work for the immortal division of the FBI, so he's not at all surprised by the fact that the man wears a scent blocking bracelet. But he IS shocked when he ISN'T wearing it. Like, how could he have missed what was right under his nose shocked. Finding your mate is the easy part. What do you do when life pulls you in every direction, but you would rather stay right where you are?

Listen, I like a gorgeous man as much as the next guy, and Jax is definitely that, but he's not here to do all the things to me I secretly fantasize about when I get a chance to sneak off. He's here to babysit me. And he's relentless and kind of an a\\hole. I can't even sneak off to secretly fantasize in peace, and I need to fantasize. I need to fantasize before I explode in a ball of fantasy juice build up.