Merri Bright

For years, I've kept myself safe from my small pack's males, hiding in sewers and sleeping in trees to keep their teeth out of my neck. They don't really want me, just the power and prestige that comes with winning the hunt. I only want to survive.

Nameless. Forgotten. Lost on Earth for centuries with a disembodied voice as my only friend. Protecting the vulnerable without any help from above. No one to explain the rules. Nada. Zip. Zilch....

My new pack was supposed to be a haven, a place where the unranked are treated fairly. But when I arrive at Northern still wearing a tag that declares my low status, I find myself in a worse situation than before.

Names have power. Even awful ones. I called myself Feather. But really? I was Useless. So I chose to save Sanctuary, though that meant I lost everything: my majestic sheets, my old name, my fudging body . . . and my sweet, sexy soulmate. When the super-hot and literally horny Rumple sends me...

I'm on the run again. My mates are gone, the packs are fractured, and our world teeters on the edge of ruin. If the corrupt Eastern leaders keep their stranglehold on the Council, there'll be nothing left worth fighting for.

What's in a name? Everything. When I left Sanctuary in a cloud of glitter, I thought I knew exactly who I was. But in the Celestial Realm, it's clear I had it wrong. And so did everyone else. According to the shiniest of all the Celestials, I'm something new and unexpected. To my surprise, I...

The Mountain Pack is everything I hoped for: a haven where every shifter has the same rights. Pack laws are respected and followed without fail. Even the Alpha must obey them, or suffer dire consequences. But the law says I'm not allowed to live here.

Vali has never desired a man, until today. But her curiosity may get her killed. When the madam of The Rutting Sow sends innocent Vali on a dangerous errand, she begs an old friend for help. To repay the favor, Vali ends up cleaning chamber pots for an upscale cathouse, The Frisky Kitten.

They’ve got a knotty, yacht-y problem. Sunshine: He’s the most notorious grump in the world. An irresistibly sexy billionaire. And my new boss.

There’s only one thing I need: for my husband to stop acting like the last month of pregnancy is a no-knotting zone. Well, that and to win the company ugly holiday sweater contest before I go into labor.