The moment I hear his voice, something inside me shifts. He seems to reach right into my soul, and suddenly, all I want is to be near him, to feel safe in his arms. But I’ve been down this road before. My last relationship left me broken, bruised, and wary. And the way his friends hang on his every word? It’s too familiar—too much like my past.
Still, there’s an undeniable connection between us. My heart whispers that he’s different, that he’s the one I’ve been waiting for. But how can I trust it when my head is screaming to run?
Luc
She’s shy, quiet . . . human. Not someone my wolf should be drawn to, but he is. When I’m near her, my wolf is calm, content, and all he wants is to claim her as mine. But I’ve sworn off love. I know too well the pain of a broken heart, and I promised myself I wouldn’t go through that again.
Yet, no matter how much I try to push her away, my wolf won’t let me. She’s the one, and every fiber of my being knows it.
Without waiting for their response, I escaped out into the hallway, taking a deep breath when the door closed. My thoughts battled with each other. My wolf wanted to find this new girl and hunt her down, but I forced myself to the elevator and pressed the call button. All I needed was to go on a walk. That’s all I needed. My head would clear and—
“Hi.”
I turned to see her standing right behind me, head cocked to one side and eyes looking at me with expectation. I was a goner! I was so deep in my thoughts I didn’t even smell her approach.
“Are you going to go in?” she asked, gesturing behind me.
“What?”
“The elevator,” she said, now pointing to the open door.
A low growl came from my chest, and I instantly wished it hadn’t, because I saw her jump back before she collected herself and walked around me to enter the elevator.
“Are you coming?” she now asked, her back pressed against the far wall. But for all her bravado, I could hear a faint tremor in her voice.
Her smell was intoxicating. All I wanted to do was to slam her up against the wall and kiss her like there was no tomorrow. What is wrong with me? Releasing a breath, I told myself to pull it together and walked into the elevator. I stared at the wall, willing myself to just breathe.
“I forgot to introduce myself earlier,” she continued, not fazed by my awkward silence. “I’m Jill. You’re Luc, right?”
I grunted, still unable to find my voice. Which made her flinch again.
She recovered by smoothing her hair back and giving me a faint smile. “Glad I remembered correctly; I’m bad with names, but I remember instructions well. I’m taking Miti’s advice and going to grab some earplugs. Heard there was some howling around here at night and other noises. I’m not too worried, but she made a point about it, so I thought I’d get some just in case. So, how long have you lived here?”
Her rambling was kind of cute. My wolf was purring inside at the sound of her voice, and I was clenching my hands to keep myself from touching her. Since the grunt had made things worse, I decided speaking this time. “About two years,” I said shortly.
“Oh, that’s just around the time when you would start getting used to a place or start moving on.”
“Yeah,” I said, just to say something. I had no idea what she was talking about. This elevator ride was the longest I’d ever been on. We might as well have lived on the hundredth floor instead of the fourth.
Thankfully, the doors opened to the first floor right then, and I walked out as fast as I could. The walk was going to clear my head. It was also going to get her out of my mind. Yes, everything will be clearer after my walk.
“Nice to meet you,” I heard her say from behind, but I didn’t turn back. I couldn’t. I had to stay focused on the walk.
Becca
I’ve loved him for years and thought the feeling was mutual. But when I lean in to kiss him on our first date, he recoils, claiming he only loves me like a sister.
He breaks my heart that night.
Every bone in my body is telling me to leave—to start a new life in a new place. A place without him in it.
But I must be a masochist because no matter what I tell myself, I cannot stay away from him . . .
Brandon
She is my mate. My wolf knows it.
Ever since she kissed me, my wolf has been clawing at me to claim her. It is becoming harder and harder to control myself.
Because I can’t claim her.
My past haunts me with reminders of my failures. She’s better off without me. The best I can do is be her protector—if I can even do that . . . .
Set against a backdrop of a tight-knit family, this friends-to-lovers story is filled with all the love without the spice, and a guaranteed happily ever after.


Alia
Or in my case, to find lost family. That is the only direction Mom gives me while my son and I flee for our lives.
If life is a contest, my family wins for most vicious. It’s only from Mom’s love that we have not become feral.
But life catches up to us fast and it’s only by a miracle that a lone wolf saves us from our demise.
A shifter that sets my soul on fire and awakens my wolf to new possibilities. But how can I trust him when I can’t even trust my own pack?
Theodore
Head west is how Mom always ended her stories.
Even though no one else believes in fated mates anymore, I can feel the pull towards her. She is out there waiting for me.
When a she-wolf and her cub are cornered by a bully, my instinct kicks in and I attack to save them.
My wolf says she’s the one, but my mind is saying it’s too good to be true. She has a cub which means she might have a mate.
But the pull is strong and I cannot leave her side even though the more I learn about her, the more my heart breaks.
Meet the parents of the McCullough Pack. A story filled with all the love without the spice, and a happily ever after.
What are you passionate about these days?
I’m super passionate about my books. It’s literally the best career I’ve ever had. The hardest I’ve ever had running my own business, but so rewarding. I wake up wanting to do the work. I’ve also been setting aside time to read books for enjoyment, something I haven’t done consistently in a long time.
What do you do to unwind and relax?
To unwind I usually go into my kindle reader or my bookshelf and pick a book that I don’t have to edit or concentrate too much on. I let myself just enjoy the story.
Also, just this year I finally learned how to crochet. It was something I’d been wanting to learn for a very long time, and it was great to see the tiger take shape. I’m hoping to move on to blankets soon.
How to find time to write as a parent?
For most of the time, I feel like I have no time to write because my brain can’t calm down enough to concentrate. I know lots of authors write in the early morning before everyone gets out of bed, but I’m not a morning person. I’ve found the best times for me are after the kids go to bed, and sometimes it’s on my phone while I’m standing in line or sitting in the car waiting for a sporting practice to end. Lately, I’ve been trying out 5-20 minute chunks. That way it doesn’t seem too overwhelming. Every little bit helps even if it’s a hundred words every day.
When did you first consider yourself a writer?
When I finished the rough draft of my very first book.
As a writer, what would you choose as your mascot/avatar/spirit animal?
A wolf 😊Click Here for the list!
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The book sounds very intriguing. Love the pretty cover.
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