Uprooting my life, buying a cabin that was all but falling apart, and moving to the middle of the woods might not have sounded like the best idea, but to me, it was almost perfection. I guess that’s the perks of being an author … packing up and moving to anywhere in the world because as long as I had a laptop, I was good to go. What I didn’t expect during this new start was the man I’d hired to renovate my place—Asher, the bear-shifting carpenter. He had me feeling things I’d never experienced before; things that excited, but scared me. Lust, desire, and all kinds of filth a girl like me probably shouldn’t be thinking about a man I didn’t even know, played on repeat in my head. But there was more than just arousal where Asher was concerned. I knew it in my heart. Here I was, in my twenties, never been with a man in any way, and all I could think about were these obscene things that made a certified virgin like me blush.
And when Asher showed up on my doorstep during a storm, soaking wet, looking feral, telling me he’d tried to stay away but couldn’t, I knew one thing for certain. These weren’t just idle feelings I was having. This was what it felt like to be mated.