I am nobody.

A wolf shifter forbidden to shift.

Since Daddy got sick and died, this is the best life I can hope for. Waiting on my stepmama and her two daughters, caring for the house and garden and, on a good day, walking in the woods outside our home.

I don’t attend the pack runs or parties anymore, and my only joy comes from the animals I encounter on my walks. Somewhere out there is more. I have to believe that.

My wolf is dying, trapped inside me.

And time is running out.

My cousin found her mate on the Mail-Order Matings app, and after my office crush explodes into humiliation, I decide to give it a try.

The first match that comes up, the pair that call to my polar bear, want someone to bear their children. They are gorgeous. A far cry from the elves in the Christmas books I used to read when I was little.

These elves are lean, tall, and right out of a romantasy novel.

Too bad they aren’t looking for love—only a baby mama.

Being a mother and having a family is something I’ve always dreamed of.

Besides, fated mates and true love and soul mates don’t really exist. So I’m going to take advantage of this opportunity. Mating with two hot elves, even if it’s only for babies, can’t be that bad, right?

Delivered to My Elves is book 18 in the super sweet with building heat Mail-Order Matings Series. Delivered to My Elves features a female polar bear shifter willing to settle for less than true love…or is she…two hot elves looking for someone to bear their children, and a twist that makes it all work. Of course, Mazzy promises a happy ever after. If you like true mates, Fate taking a hand, adorable babies, and a mixed mating from two very different paranormal worlds, one-click Delivered to My Elves today.

I've been on the Mail-Order Matings app for almost six months. I've had a ton of matches, but the connection simply wasn't there. Video chats. Texting. All of it was empty.

It's gone on so long that the mating service sent me an email. They asked me to be more specific about my preferences so a better match could be found. The system even urged me not to give up—some took more time than others to find their mates or partners.

On a whim, I decide to change my profile to only wanting demons as matches. I figured going species by species might get some better results.

How's that for specific?

And then I get a match. Two demons.

In the spirit of giving it my best shot, I message them and what I find surprises the hell out of me.

Delivered to My Demons is book 17 in the super sweet with building heat Mail-Order Matings Series. Delivered to My Demons features a female shifter about to give up on ever finding her mate and two demons who Fate seems to want to send her way. Of course, Mazzy promises a happy ever after. If you like true mates, Fate taking a hand, and a cat with attitude, read Delivered to My Demons today.

Monroe

I'm destined to be alone for the rest of my life. Me and my books and my cats and no children. I don't think that, but my parents and family can't stop talking about it. The Mail-Order Mating app seems like a way to appease them without actually mating. I'll make my preferences impossible to fill. But I get a match. Two grizzlies.

And they are hot. Older, daddy-type hot.

So I give it a shot. It's not like I'm going to fall in love. I'll go there. Meet them. Then leave. No strings attached.

Ansel and Edward

We love our life just the way it is, traveling and doing whatever we want—whenever we want.

Sometimes things get boring and we long for female companionship, but we gave up a long time ago on a mate. After we got older, we really gave up.

After a few too many and joking around about the idea, we sign up for the Mail-Order Matings app and then promptly forget to cancel it. Until we get a match. Several, actually.

But only one young female catches our eye.

Minx:

College? Dating? Fun? Not for this girl. I have a one-way ticket to the werewolf academy.

Which is strange since I'm not fully convinced I'm a werewolf. Anyway, I thought the politically correct term was shifter. I haven't sprouted fur, and my pink nails haven't lengthened into claws. No cravings to run into the night and hunt for harmless animals.

I have been feeling off. Fevers. Insatiable hunger. Enhanced senses. There's also the little spontaneous fire issue.

My mom thinks I will find myself here.

I think it's a flipping waste of time but I can't exactly move onto a regular life.

This place will have to do.

I expected something like a convent —although we weren't Catholic —or maybe just a military school for girls. And I thought it would be out in the middle of nowhere, like it one of those gothic novels I was into at thirteen or fourteen.

But the car they sent to pick me up had prep school all over it. My parents were not prep-school wealthy, and since they were at work when the uniformed driver loaded my beat up duffels into the trunk, they weren't home to ask.

When I arrive, I find this is nothing like a convent at all. It's a college under the guise of the name academy and the classes all revolve around being a shifter. I don't know how this will translate to real life for me, but I'm here for it. Maybe I can figure out what exactly I am.

The males outnumber the females by a mile. And a lot of them have their eyes on me–another different experience.

Maybe this werewolf thing isn't so bad after all.

So I take a dare. As a “human” I have no real right to be looking for a “mate” on an app for shifters and other paranormal beings. But I never have been able to hold my liquor, which is why I rarely drink to excess. I am not entirely sure shifters or vampires or whoever exist beyond cosplay anyway. But when my best friend drags us all out for a night of clubbing before her wedding, how can I avoid a few cocktails? The limo she hires means I can't call designated driver this time. And as Cherise points out, I'm not a teetotaler.

I just shouldn't drink this much! But, having taken the dare, I dutifully type in all my information, wondering what kind of pretend bear shifter or ghoul I'd have contacting me. Then I got a great idea. I am only interested in two gargoyles for a throuple. Who in their right mind would be pretending to be one of those?

The two who matched with me five minutes later. That's who.

Delivered to My Gargoyles is Book 12 in the super sweet with building heat Mail-Order Matings Series. Delivered to My Gargoyles features a female who doesn't believe in the paranormal, two gargoyles who have just about given up on meeting their fated, and the dare that set it all in motion. And of course, Mazzy promises a happy ever after. If you like true mates, Fate taking a hand, and formidable gargoyle shifters, one-click Delivered to My Gargoyles today.

Leaving my abusive ex seemed like the hardest thing I'd ever go through…until I learn I am carrying his baby. He is always on my tail. Discovering my new phone numbers. Parking his car outside my apartment. Trolling my social media. And I swore last night, I smelled his cheap cologne when I walked in from work. He cannot learn about the pregnancy. It could mean both our lives.

My parents are dead. My friends can't protect me. I need some help. My ex was a bear shifter, and I knew that the only creature that could take him out was a dragon. Two dragons would be even better.

But dragons are possessive, and finding one who would take me as a mate while I carry another male's baby would be a challenge. Two of them? Nearly impossible. The Mail-Order Matings app might be my only chance. And at this point? It's find a dragon, or wait around for Killian to murder me.

I have no idea who my parents are. I was left on a fire station doorstep a long time ago and have lived my entire life in the human foster system. Fortunately, when I shifted at sixteen, I was in one where I shared a room with a fox shifter who knew what was happening and showed me how to keep my secret. But none of that saved me from aging out and finding myself about to be homeless on the street.

With only a few weeks left in this place, a plain brown package arrived for me. I opened it to find a letter from something called Shifter ancestry and a DNA test kit. My foster mom asked no questions when she handed me the box, mostly because she was not one of the “good ones.” As long as she got paid, everything was fine.

Now I'm on my way to the Werewolf Academy. Apparently, my DNA test met some sort of scholarship requirement. I have two half-sisters there, but I don't think they know about me. I sure hope they know something about our mutual parent because I'm sick of floating through the world without a tether. Maybe they also share my gift? We'll find out. I'm very ready to have a family and a place where I truly belong. And…if I'm truly lucky, maybe Fate will have a mate for me. But I don't want to ask too much. I know better.

I'm no shifter. Most of my friends are—of the happily mated wolf variety. A mate, someone forever committed to me seems like a fairy tale to my human ears. My parents were divorced by the time I was five and hadn't found anyone else to love since. My own dating life taught me that love is for romance novels. It happens to people like me.

When my friends dare me to get on the Mail-Order Matings app, where they found their mates, I protest that it was only for shifters, but they show me different. Then they put their money behind the dare.

I have to spend ninety days with the first match on my profile and not fall for my mate to collect a cash prize. I can certainly use the money, and I will never fall in love.

Father always told me I was an only child.

Raised in isolation, with only servants and employees of my father to speak with, I have never been around any others my age. Or shifters.

Father says the other shifters are lowly. Not worthy. Their bloodlines weak from breeding with humans and other creatures. Once, he spoke of fated mates but he doesn't believe in them. He plans to keep me here on this plane forever. I have to escape him and this gilded cage he's built for me.

My personal servant, Angie, secretly sent my blood to be tested, to find my mother but instead, she found that I have three sisters who all attend the Werewolf Academy.

Now to escape and not get caught in the process.

Not every shifter has a fearsome, wild beast inside them. Some of us shift into smaller, feisty animals. No one wants to mate a cat shifter, especially a domestic cat. My dating history is proof of that fact.

I've always known I would have more than one mate. More than two. A friend of mine suggests I look into the Mail-Order Matings app to find my fated mates. My fated shifter mates.

What I didn't expect was to be matched to three human males who claim they are fine with sharing. I don't trust humans. My mother was killed by one. I'll take a chance on them but only my animal will know if they are true.

Delivered to My Humans is book 16 in the super sweet with building heat Mail-Order Matings Series. Delivered to My Humans features a female shifter craving respect and three humans who might be just the guys to offer that. Of course, Mazzy promises a happy ever after. If you like true mates, Fate taking a hand, adorable babies, and a cat shifter with attitude, one-click Delivered to My Humans today.