My ducking hoard is a joke, one where the punchline is loneliness. When my internet goes out and the hottie cable guy arrives to save the day, I’m sure I’ve met my mate. Everything goes He flirts. I flirt. It’s a flirting extravaganza. And then he asks what all guys Is this your grandma’s house? Because what alpha lives surrounded by duck figurines and statues and paintings and even ducky chair cushions? Only with this guy it’s worse because I think he’s my mate. What omega dreams of settling down with a dragon mate whose hoard is made of ducks? Exactly none. Thanks, Grandma. His Ducking Alpha Dragon is a sweet with knotty heat MM Mpreg romance featuring an omega human who hates his job and is one step away from quitting, an alpha dragon with the most embarrassing hoard, the grandmother responsible for said hoard, true love, fated mates, eggs, a cozy nest, meggs, an adorable baby, and a guaranteed happy ever after.

Sometimes the wrong number is the exact one you need. I never leave my phone on at night. If people need to get a hold of me, they can wait until morning. Except tonight I fell asleep watching a movie and am ripped awake by my phone ringing. I answer it seconds too late, and when I hang up, there’s a voicemail for not me—the man on the other end of the line is sobbing and asking for a ride. Calling back only tells me he borrowed a stranger’s phone. Without giving it a second’s thought, I grab my keys. I can’t leave him there, all alone and scared. Not when I can easily help. Only when I scent him for the first time, it’s not only help I want to give him—it’s everything. He’s my mate…my human mate. How does that even work? Wrong number, Right Wolf is a sweet with knotty heat MM Mpreg romance featuring a human whose day has gone horribly wrong, the wolf he accidentally calls for help, true love, fated mates, adorable babies, and a happy ever after.