I’ve missed my one chance to find my fated mate…

The moment I saw the captain, I knew. His scent unlocked a hidden part of me, a promise of a future filled with love and affection.

But the Fates are cruel–they matched me to a human man who could never be mine, for his duty binds him to the southern lands while I must remain here, at the Black Bear Hill.

As winter closes in, a human delegation arrives at my home, and with it, the man who’s been haunting my dreams and waking thoughts. He’s everything I remember from that first brief glimpse of him–honorable, kind, and unbearably handsome.

Yet the captain–Owen–is still bound by his service to the duke whose intentions toward our clan may be less than good. He’s a soldier first and will return to his post in the human kingdom once spring arrives and the snow melts in the mountains.

And I will be left here, broken-hearted and alone.

So I’ll keep my distance, no matter how difficult it may be. It’s better for us both. If only he didn’t have the knack for popping up whenever I am…

I wanted a husband…and got two orc mates instead.

When my groom-to-be leaves me standing alone at the altar, I only want to escape. So I pack my bags and sneak out of my parents' house in the middle of the night. But instead of going to a larger human city, I turn north, toward the orc lands.

I've heard enough about orcs to know they treat women well, and I want a husband of my own – one who won't run away but would cherish and love me instead.

But now two orc blacksmiths want to claim me, saying I'm their fated mate.

I should be happy to have either one of them – but what if picking only one will ruin all our chances of happiness?

The old tower in the woods is haunted…

I only wanted to see if there was any truth to our small town's scary stories—to satisfy my curiosity and forget all about my miserable lack of Christmas plans, all in one swoop.

What I didn't plan on is the dangerous snowstorm or my bad luck, nor freezing half to death in the middle of the forest because I twisted my ankle.

When a demonic-looking, winged monster lands right in front of me, I realize it might not be cold that kills me, after all.

But the massive gargoyle—not a demon, Morgan—offers help and takes me to his tower. Only he calls it a roost, one he shares with his equally large, handsome mate.

Now they're saying I'm the third roost mate they've been searching for. They want to court me, nest with me, and keep me forever.

But they're monsters, mythical creatures I didn't even know existed. How on earth is this going to work?