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His voice has ruined me for real men. Low. Dirty. Addictive. Joe Hamilton's audiobooks don't just tell a story. They hijack my body, dragging me right to the edge of heat with nothing but sound. I've listened to every one of his romance books. More than once. He's a fantasy. A voice without a...

I vowed never to belong to anyone again… Some promises are meant to be broken. At twenty-two, I've already had my share of hell with being forced into an arranged marriage with an abusive man by parents, who couldn't care less. But Whispering Grove is my fresh start. My own apartment. My...

I came here to hide from heartbreak. Not fall straight into it again, times three. One cheating ex, a million shattered promises, and a heat that decided to crash down weeks early. So yeah, I'm not exactly thriving. My only plan? Hide out in a remote cabin, write my next book, and avoid Alphas...

Running the bakery with my sister is my life—early mornings, endless dough, and just enough sugar to keep me sane. I don't have time for distractions. But when I accidentally text a stranger, everything changes. He's not just mysterious—he's sharp-tongued, wickedly charming, and far too good at making me forget common sense. What starts as playful banter turns into something more…something that stirs my Omega instincts in ways I don't understand.

I'm not staying. But these three Montana cowboys might just change my mind. I was matched once. An Alpha who promised me forever, who made me believe in all those things they say about true mates. And then I lost him. After that, I stopped dreaming. Stopped hoping. I told myself some bonds only...

I have twenty-one days until Christmas Eve to find a mate, or my bar goes to my power-hungry cousin. But my best friend has a plan: three blind dates, three weeks, three Alphas who make my Omega instincts scream. A brooding craft brewer with dangerous eyes and skilled hands, an intense outdoor adventurer whose feral smile promises wicked nights, and a dangerous security specialist whose darkness calls to mine. They say some Omegas need three anchors. I say I don't need anyone. Too bad my heat isn't listening.

I've been pretending so long, I almost forgot what I was hiding from. Seven years ago, my parents handed me a bottle of suppressants and told me a comfortable lie: Being a Beta is easier, sweetheart. No one needs to know. So I swallowed the pills. Buried the Omega. Built a life in my small...

I kissed the wrong Santa. Now he wants to make my name on the naughty list permanent. Cornered beneath the mistletoe with a creepy coworker closing in, I grabbed the nearest Santa for a quick-escape kiss. Big mistake. Because the man behind the fake beard wasn't the cheerful volunteer I'd...