Sometimes the wrong number is the exact one you need. Who is the fool who left their phone on vibrate during the most important presentation of their career? Yep, that’s right. Me. And it would be fine if the blasted thing wasn’t blowing up during the Q&A. Whoever is calling me better have a true emergency on their hands, because if they don’t, they’re going to the land of the blocked. The room finally clears, and I discover my phone is filled with picture after picture of adorable kittens in a box. WTH? And then I scroll back far enough to see the initial message. Some guy got this number from an answering service and thought he was calling a rescue. I’m no rescue, but I know a thing about abandoned kittens, and something tells me this wrong number isn’t an accident at all… it’s fate. Wrong Number, Right Bear is a sweet with knotty heat MM Mpreg romance featuring a human who stumbles upon a box at the dumpster filled with more than trash, the bear he accidentally calls for help, true love, fated mates, an adorable baby, and a happy ever after. If you love your alphas hot, your omegas strong, and your mpreg with heart, download your copy today.

Sometimes the wrong number is the exact one you need. The phone and I are not friends. Send me a text any day, but ask me to make a call and I’d rather do anything else, and I mean anything. So when my prospective boss asks me to call to schedule an interview, I nearly withdraw my application. Who does that anymore? My rent answers for me: I do. I dial the number, expecting someone to answer with the company name. Instead, I get a typical “Hello.” I explain why I’m calling, and he tells me I have the wrong number. That should be that. But no, I have to babble on about how I got to this point. I hear him asking for a date just as I hang-up. Crap. Wrong Number, Right Tiger is a sweet with knotty heat MM Mpreg romance featuring a human who hates talking on the phone, the tiger he accidentally calls for a job, true love, fated mates, adorable babies, and a happy ever after.