Wren Yates doesn't do reckless. She has a system for everything - her career, her apartment, her carefully guarded heart - right up until she faints at her desk, wakes up in an ambulance, and hears herself give the paramedic the phone number of a man she met once, eight months ago, on the worst night of her life. She doesn't even remember doing it. Her body remembered for her.
Gideon Wolfe was in his truck before the hospital finished the sentence. He's been carrying a secret since the night he pulled her out of a ditch in an ice storm and caught a scent that changed everything: mate. He didn't say anything. He didn't act on it. He just quietly, stubbornly, refused to fully let go - and now that fate has handed him a second chance, he's not driving away again.
What starts as eggs in her kitchen and a blanket she doesn't remember accepting turns into something neither of them planned for - right as Wren's forensic work on a suspicious land deal starts turning up numbers that don't just look wrong. They look dangerous. And the closer she gets to the truth about who's been quietly buying up the forest at the edge of Hollow Pine, the more she realizes the danger isn't just professional - it's circling the same woods where Gideon's pack calls home.
A steamy, small-town fated-mate shifter romance about a woman who plans for everything except the one thing worth not planning - and the wolf who simply, quietly, refuses to leave.
Perfect for readers who love grumpy-sunshine chemistry, small-town found family, alpha heroes who show love through action instead of words, and a heroine who finally lets herself be caught.