I feel like I’m living in the freaking Middle Ages.

I just promised myself to a man I’ve never met for the sake of my pack.
The pack that I’m somehow supposed to be the Alpha of.
The pack that I have no idea how to lead.
I’d better learn quickly, though.

Because here he is, unexpected, all but ambushing me.
His eyes, the glinting green of polished emeralds, pin me in place.
His jaw, angular with a trimmed beard, makes him look dangerous.
His condescending words, smooth like velvet, cut to my core.

So this is my very hot, very unimpressed husband.
I am woefully unprepared for this marriage.
But he just stalks into my space, all lean muscle and prowling grace.
It takes all I’ve got to get a grip on myself and the situation.

What on earth have I signed up for?

Vacationing at a mountain resort is a lot of hard work. Fortunately, we’ve called some very hot shifters to help. They’ll flex those bulging muscles only for you, so that you can enjoy a day in the wild outdoors without having to worry about the beasts in the shadows. And afterward, they’ll run a bath for you and massage your sore muscles…

This is Werewolf Mountain Resort, where the hottest shifters in the country are at your service.