I’ll admit I had no business crying over my dumpster fire life while driving through a narrow pass in the Canadian Great Claw Mountains. But in my defense, that snow drift came out of nowhere.
One moment, I was losing consciousness, pretty sure I was going to die. The next, I woke up inside a luxurious cave home, lying on top of a cozy den nest—surrounded by three insanely hot bears: a sweet one who smells like a cinnamon roll, a clever one with wicked eyes, and a glaring one with a serious case of resting thundercloud face.
They all want me to mate with them. Now. And stay with them through Christmas and beyond. Maybe I really did die in that car accident. This can’t be real… can it? I left everything behind for a fresh start in Vancouver after a breakup that nearly broke me. So why does staying with three bears I just met feel like a dream possibility? What would you do? Asking for a friend. Escape to Bear Mountain this holiday season! Warning: This beary spicy novella includes a cozy mountain town where males mate in threes, a luxurious cave den built just for you, and enough heat to melt the snow. Forget packing clothes—you’ll only need mistletoe.
— via publisher
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