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Tara had read in books of people turning white with shock. At that moment, she found out what it felt like. All the blood left her head. There was a roaring in her ears, and her legs wobbled. He knows who I am. Which means he knows I'm on the run. Any chance of smoothly covering for her awkwardness had shot right out the window when she froze like a deer in the headlights at the sound of her real name. And now Sexy Sheriff was getting up. And up...

She hired him to help her fix up her debt-ridden family farm... but this hot bear shifter rancher is going to fix a lot more than that.

Of all the ways Daisy would have wanted to wake up in a stranger's bed, having that stranger staring at her from a foot away was not one of them. She cried out and flung herself backward, nearly falling off the bed in the process. It was some small comfort that he did the same thing, slamming into the wall. Now, at a more comfortable remove of ten feet or so, they stared at each other. Goodness, he's huge. He was well over six feet, with tremendously broad and well-muscled shoulders, and was he wearing a vest made out of an animal skin?

Stranded together in a snowstorm, a take-charge alpha and a tough-minded midwife will either work out their differences in a steamy collision or blow up both their worlds!

Saffron sank into a despondent heap by the side of the road, wedding dress and all. I've made a terrible mistake. I never should have tried to run. It'll just make it worse when they catch me and take me back. This time, a voice answered from inside her. It was the voice of her fox, which was usually still and quiet inside her. The only time it had spoken to her lately was a single word, back in town: Run! Now, it told her to be calm. We're going to get out of this.

Locky Sorenson isn't a risk taker. He's stuck in an awful office job. He's terrified of turning his one true passion, baking, into something real. And worst of all, he hasn't gotten laid in almost a decade. Sure, he could confront the traumatic reason he's in this mess, but stress eating donuts under a cozy blanket sounds like a much better option. Benedict Owens doesn't screw his clients, no matter how beefy and adorkable they are. As a small business advisor, he knows that's a recipe for disaster. Better to keep his distance. That way, he won't get burned again.

Farley stands out among his Iñupiat neighbors in the Alaska village he calls home, both white and enormous, like the hungry polar bears that wander its streets. Jovial and a little hapless, he works as an investigator for a North Slope oil company, passing the long Arctic winters drinking whiskey with the village’s preacher and playing in the weekly poker game hosted by its matriarch and mayor. When his young daughter visits from thousands of miles away in Portland—where she lives with her mother, who despises him—a shocking moment of violence leaves her dead and Farley injured.

Cecil Younger, local Alaskan investigator, is neither good at his job nor great at staying sober. When an old Tlingit woman, unimpressed by the police's investigation, hires him to discover why her son, a big-game guide, was murdered, he takes the case without much conviction that he'll discover anything new.

Ten years ago, retired astronaut Jim Mayfield closed himself up inside Bear Creek Inn, and he hasn't been seen since. Just when the small town of Bear Creek had almost forgotten about their reclusive and mysterious resident, a man from out-of-town flies in on a private jet to meet with the astronaut. The visit prompts the good people of the small town to begin asking questions.

Haven’s Rock is a well-hidden town surrounded by forest. And it’s supposed to be, being that it’s a refuge for those who need to disappear. Detective Casey Duncan and her husband, Sheriff Eric Dalton already feel at home in their new town, which reminds them of where they first met in Rockton. And while they know how to navigate the woods and its various dangers, other residents don’t. Which is why people aren't allowed to wander off alone.

“Bearskin is visceral, raw, and compelling—filled with sights, smells, and sounds truly observed. It’s a powerful debut and an absolute showcase of exceptional prose. There are very few first novels when I feel compelled to circle brilliant passages, but James McLaughlin’s writing had me...