Meg Ripley

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I was almost forty and thought I’d never find my mate—until Beck showed up in town. My wolf was captivated by this dragon shifter from an ancient clan, and we spent every waking moment together, until he vanished without a trace.

When Max and I got into an argument all those years ago Over deciding the best way to raise our little boy, I needed to blow off steam and take a walk. Little did I know my father would have me captured, Demoted to the lowest member of our pack, And living a life of servitude.

As a 47-year-old veterinarian, I thought I’d seen it all when it came to animals. Until an injured wolf shifted into my high school sweetheart.

At 46, I went back to college to learn about mythical creatures. I never thought my hot professor would turn me into one.

I'm starting over at 43 and found the perfect nannying job. Too bad my hot new boss is my fated mate.

I was a workaholic executive—until I almost died. It took a near-death experience to get my priorities straight, And I knew big changes had to be made. Priority #1 was spending more time with my kids and mother, So I quit my job and bought a beach house on Cape Cod.

When I got divorced and moved to the quiet Oregon countryside.... The last thing I expected was for a hot stranger to pound on my door, demanding I go with him in the middle of the night. His sister-in-law’s in labor, and he swears she’s on death’s door....

At 45, I finally found my fated mate. Too bad he’s a feral wolf. After years of being alone on New Year’s Eve, I finally had someone to kiss. My new BF took me to a party at a packhouse in the Cascades.

They say life begins at 40.... But when infertility led to my divorce, it seemed more like the end. When I’d rather be at home in my sweats binging '80s movies, my dad begs me to go to Carlton with him for moral support as he presents my much younger sister to their unmated Alpha....

As soon as I encountered Nikki, my bear went wild with need. But my mate died in childbirth years ago, and as a military trained doctor, I still beat myself up for not being able to save her. I never thought I’d love again....

My divorce from my controlling ex was final, but I had one last thing to check off on my list: Covering the tattoo of his name on my inner hip. I’d made an appointment with a fellow female, but she was overbooked and referred me to her colleague: Her ripped, gorgeous, very male colleague....

I never imagined the drama that would ensue once Dwight stepped into my life....

When he asked me to go back to his place to ring in the new year, he didn’t have to ask twice. But we ended up sharing much more than one wild night. I’m technically old enough to be a grandmother, but now I’m pregnant. On top of that? I just found out he’s part bear....

Humans prove to be odd creatures, but one blue-eyed psychic compels me in ways I’ve never experienced. I can barely keep my inner dragon in check when she’s near. The fierce need to protect her completely takes over, and I know I must have her....

When my husband ran off with our saloon’s hostess, I left Montana, joining my college-aged son in Oregon. Eugene’s a far cry from my little hometown, But I did my best to blend in with the locals, And tried heading out for a jog....

As if being a 40-year-old runaway bride wasn’t bad enough, I had to shift at the altar and become a runaway wolf. My human fiancé may not be my fated mate. But we share a child, so I thought I could make it work.

I thought Gage and I were destined to be together forever. Until he rejected me and abandoned our pack. I found my fated mate over twenty years ago, but got impatient waiting for him to admit his feelings. In my infinite teen wisdom, I cast a love spell to give him a nudge.

When my childhood best friend asked me to be her bridesmaid, I didn’t realize that meant spending a week on a yacht. With her obnoxious, conceited new friends. Sounds like a trip from hell for a 40-year-old shifter witch—until my inner bobcat zeroes in on her mate on board.

My husband sent pics of his eggplant to every woman in Florida. And once I caught on, it was time to divorce the pig. I packed up the RV we’d planned to drive cross-country together, and headed off on an adventure, all on my own. I rolled to a stop in Carlton after finding a paramedic job....