Cowboy shifters … oh my! At Wolf Ranch, the men are feral for their women.

Primal: Pack Rule #7: Pack secrets must be kept. I’m supposed to erase her memory, not claim her. My son’s date knows too much. The most important rule of the pack has been broken: She’s seen him shift. The alpha orders me to make her forget, but one hint of her scent and I know the truth—this human is MINE. Riley’s half my age. She has her whole life in front of her. If I claim her, I lock her into a fate she never even imagined. Besides, she thinks I’m a player—only out for one thing. I should stay away. Should let her go. But Riley is too sweet, too beautiful, and far too mine. Now she’s caught between our two worlds—one side thinks we should steer clear of each other. The other wants a forever bond … either way, she’ll suffer the consequences. She doesn’t understand the bond between us, but I can’t protect her without it. When danger comes for her, she has to trust me to keep her safe—the wolf who was born to be hers.

Rugged: Pack Rule #8: Never lie to your mate. I broke that rule the day I showed up on her doorstep. I’m sworn to protect my kind from any kind of threat. As a human, she thought I was there on friendly business. Didn’t know I meant to take down her shifter boss. I didn’t know she’d flip my world upside down. One whiff of her scent, and I was lost. No—found. I couldn’t leave without her. So, I spent the night. Made her fall for me. But she doesn’t know what I am. What I’ve done. I’m not just a ranch hand—I’m a shifter enforcer. The clock is ticking before I have to finish the job. I must win my mate’s heart and claim her before the lies catch up to me. Before she finds out what I am and what I have done. Or what I will do to keep her safe. And mine.

Ravenous: Pack Rule #9: Fate comes second for a single dad. I didn’t move to Cooper Valley for love. I’m here to raise my daughter in peace, work at Wolf Ranch, and keep my wolf on a tight leash. Because I don’t have time for distractions. Or complications. And definitely not both in the form of a female. Joy is my new next-door neighbor—sweet, sexy, and entirely off-limits. She always has a messy bun and a laugh that melts steel. She makes my little girl giggle like I’ve never seen before. She makes me burn with need. She’s sunshine. I’m thunderclouds. I tell myself I’m too gruff, too brooding, too busy being a father to want her. But my wolf doesn’t care about rules. He thinks she belongs to him. He knows she smells like fate … and tastes even better. How can I stay away? In the end, it seems fate will decide for me.