I find her stuck in creek mud, half-drowned, spitting sass, and trying to hide the scars that cover her arms and chest. One look and something feral snaps loose inside me. I haul her out, carry her up the ridge, and decide right this woman isn’t leaving my mountain. Ever. She thinks she’s broken. I see a masterpiece that fire couldn’t destroy. She thinks she’s just passing through. I’m already carving the cradle and building her a kiln before the storm hits. My hands know wood. Now they’re going to know every inch of her—every scar, every curve, every sweet sound she makes when I tell her she’s my good girl and slide deep enough to plant my baby in her belly. The city sent a blogger to drag her back. I sent him running with an axe and a warning. The mountain called her to me. I’m answering with my body, my ring, and my seed. She came for clay. She’s staying for me. ***** Go ahead and wander off the map, reader. The forest will answer your call. The Feral Ones will be waiting in the dark. Feral Wood is a steamy, possessive mountain man romance with praise, breeding, forced proximity, and a scarred heroine who finds her forever in the arms of the growly woodworker who claims her on sight. Check the content warnings for your safety. No cheating, no cliffs, just a guaranteed HEA.