Forbidden Wolf Shifter Romance bundle

Mates were trouble. That’s why Damon would never commit to one.

Sophie escapes to the White Mountains with her friend for a ski weekend. When she skis off trail and gets lost in the mountains, she stumbles into the path of a wolf. Only it’s bigger than any she ever thought existed, and it’s baring its fangs at her.

Damon has refused to ever mate with another, since his father went mad after losing his. When Damon meets a woman his wolf recognizes as the one, the call is more difficult to ignore. And when he catches her scent on the mountain, he can’t fight it any longer. He tracks her through the forest to ensure she’s safe.

Only Sophie has stepped into another pack’s territory.If Damon crosses the boundary, he’ll break a treaty.Mates--not just trouble. They could lead a shifter to spark pack war...

Fated mates and forbidden love. Escape into the magic of the White Mountains with the Franconia shifters.

After Damon took a shower, he returned to the living room, his hair damp.

Sophie gaped at him. "You look good wet." She shook her head and rubbed between her brows. "Scratch that. It sounds weird."

He grinned. "It sounded quite nice to me."

She put down her book on the table. "I better take a shower before dinner."

As she walked into the bedroom, his gaze dropped to her rear. It was almost impossible not to look whenever he had the chance.

While she showered, he tried not to think of her in there. He picked up a puzzle book and flipped to a crossword puzzle, but couldn't focus on the clues. Sophie was naked in his cabin. Only a few inches of wood kept him from her.

He stepped into the kitchen and pulled a cold beer out of the fridge. Touching the glass bottle to his forehead, he hoped it would help him cool off.

Don't pounce on her, don't pounce on her.

The sound of her voice came from the bathroom. She'd started singing in there, but he couldn't place the song. How would he ignore her now? He listened to her sing and smiled. Even when she went off-key, it was practically a siren song to him.

When Sophie stepped out of the bedroom, his mouth fell open. She was stunning. Her hair was pinned up and loose tendrils framed her face. Her skin had a rosy glow as if she was as excited to see him as he her.

And her dress. He groaned. The little black dress clung to her in all the right places--all those places his hands itched to touch.

Would she ever let him?

"You look good dry," he teased. "But I wouldn't mind seeing you wet."