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Blurb:

When the topic of grandchildren comes up during a weekly sewing circle the matriarchs of the founding families seek out the witch Elder to scry to see if their sons have mates. They are shocked to discover that many of their son’s mates are out in the world and are human!

Fearing that their future daughter in laws will end up dead before being claimed and providing them with grandchildren to spoil, they convince their own mates that something must be done. After gathering all of the warriors together in a fake award ceremony the witch Elder casts a spell to pull the warrior’s mates to them, whether they want it or not.

Aiden McKenzie is adamant that he doesn’t need a mate and that she would only get in the way. He doesn’t have time to coddle a female. He likes his world run with military precision. Little does he realize Fate is sending him his mate first! He meets his destined mate Meryn Evans and things go downhill from there.  She is the embodiment of chaos. In the first twenty-four hours she kicks, screams and knocks her bear shifting mate unconscious.

Eventually they discover that life before finding each other may have been good, but life afterwards is perfect, even if it involves super soaker battles and accidentally discharging hand grenades.

Unfortunately the joy of their mating is overshadowed when Aiden and Meryn find themselves embroiled in a missing persons case assigned to Aiden by the Lycaonian Council. By assisting Aiden, Meryn finds herself the focus of a demented killer.

Can Aiden and the elite warriors from the Alpha Unit keep Meryn safe? Or did Fate bring her to Lycaonia to die?

Teaser 1:

Meryn looked around helplessly as she dangled in his grasp. Her hopes for escape plummeted when she saw that they were now completely surrounded by no less than twelve huge men all carrying weapons.
“Okay, I saw this movie and I didn’t like it. Can I just go home now?” She took in their military gear and closed her eyes.
“I didn’t see anything I swear.”
“Who sent you?” Meryn opened her eyes to see another blond man stepping forward. At first she thought he might be related to the guy holding her but this man had amber colored eyes not green and higher cheekbones. It was a gorgeous combination.
“No one.” 
“So you just decided to climb a random fence just to see what was on the other side?” There was no hiding the sarcasm in that question.
She nodded frantically.
“Actually yup. I just moved to town and I woke up and had this overwhelming urge to go exploring. It pushed me here.” She noticed how the men gave each other meaningful looks.
“So are you guys like paramilitary? Secret CIA training base? That would be cool.” Meryn asked.
All eyes turned back to her. She flinched and closed her eyes again.
“I mean, I see nothing, I hear nothing and I most definitely won’t say shit.”
The man behind her snorted. The sound of men approaching had her opening her eyes again.
Out of the woods two more men appeared. One looked like he glided over the fallen leaves, the other trampled through them recklessly his blue eyes hard. He looked like he was the type of man who wore a perpetual scowl.
The angry one looked her over. 
“What’s your name?”
“These are not the droids that you seek.” She said. The smaller auburn haired man to her left cracked up. The hulking man glared at him.
“Quiet Keelan.” He turned his gaze back to her. 
“Come on, that’s Star Wars.” Keelan explained.
“She fights star type wars?” He asked concerned. She looked up at him.
“Seriously?”

 

Teaser 2:

“I suppose you want to talk about your dog people.” She edged closer to the nightstand.

“Dog people? Oh, you saw Colton. Right. How do I explain this?” He rubbed the back of his neck, his face taking on a sheepish expression. If he weren’t her abductor, she would say he looked adorable.

“Start with the dog thing.” she suggested.

“Colton is one of the men in the unit that I serve with. Each man in the unit is a little … different than most people. Colton happens to be a shifter. He can turn into a wolf.”

Meryn blinked. Then blinked again. Without looking away from him she ran her fingers over the heavy looking lamp base.

“So you’re a wolf?” she asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

He looked offended. “Of course not.”

She let out a relieved breath.

“I’m a bear.”

She closed her eyes. “Why me? Why does this shit always happen to me?” When she opened her eyes he had moved a little closer. She tensed. He leaned in and sniffed her hair.

“Are you sniffing me?” she asked incredulously.

“I want to be sure. Let me ask you something, are you drawn to me?” His eyebrows were bunched together as he frowned down at her.

“Do you mean do I want to have hot, sweaty sex with you?” she asked.

“No! Wait. Do you?” he asked hopefully.

“Not answering that.”

“Right.” Aiden thought for a second before asking. “Do you know about animals?”

“I guess I know what most people know.”

“Do you know that wolves mate for life?”

“So do swans.” She had seen that on National Geographic. He looked surprised.

“They do? Really?”

“Yup,” she nodded.

“I never knew that.”

“What was your point?”

“Sorry, got distracted. The point is that people like me, and the ‘dog people’ like Colton, we only get one mate in life, like wolves in the wild. You are my mate.” He smiled down at her.

Oh God, he wanted to mate with her!

She grabbed the lamp and pulled the wire from the socket.

“Is this some freaky ass cult?” She threw the lamp as hard as she could at him. She smiled in satisfaction when it bounced off his head. The satisfaction was short lived when he turned his irritated gaze her way. She jumped on the bed and kept going until she backed into the corner with the second nightstand at her back and the king size mattress between them.

“I won’t become part of the collective. I refuse to have your babies. Resistance isn’t futile!” she screamed and picked up the second lamp. He turned and fled the room. Breathing hard, she put the lamp down with shaking hands. He seemed to run from objects thrown at him. She decided she needed to search the room and bathroom for more projectile objects. Feeling better now that she had even a small plan she got to work.