Angie Wilder’s past is shrouded with secrets. Since she was a child, she's woken with her sheets shredded and scratches on her headboard. As she matured, Angie became aware of her seductive power over men. Her curvaceous body lures them, even as she fights the need to succumb to her desires. Warned by her parents that she has a greater purpose in life than falling for one of the local boys, Angie struggles to stay innocent while her body betrays her.

Angie's allure eventually puts her family in danger, and she's forced to flee. Her mother tells her to find a place called Evergreen Heights, and from the moment she steps foot into the idyllic town, she feels like she may have found her true home. Especially once she meets Hank and Woody, the handsome and rugged leaders of the small community. Soon enough it becomes clear that the burly bachelors have been waiting for her their entire lives. Now they just have to convince Angie she doesn’t just belong in Evergreen Heights, she belongs with them.
**This hot and steamy bear shifter menage romance is perfect for the fans of Milly Taiden, Terry Bolryder, Anya Nowlan, and T.S. Joyce**

Author's note: This book contains very steamy and creative adult situations. If you like your romantic bear shifter menage stories with the heat level turned way up, this is the story for you. Enjoy!

EXCERPT:
Angie was grateful that they didn't push her, or in any way force their affections upon her, but she thought to herself as she whiled away the hours that she might not mind a little wooing. She spent hours tossing up which of the men she preferred. Light and sunny Woody, in coloring and disposition, seemed an obvious choice. He was so caring, his eyes so soft and sweet, she wanted to fold him up against her breast and... she didn't know what. But Hank... Hank held his allure too. His gruff manner and rough etiquette made him seem aloof, and — in the wrong light — a little mean, but Angie could see beneath it to the well-intentioned man. He was gruff because that's how he felt he had to be. Remembering how his eyes had closed, welling with tears as she sucked him over by the couch... She knew he was as tender as any man, and welling with gratitude for the kindnesses he received.

If it came down to a coin toss, she couldn't even pick sides. The two men were growing as dear to her as her own flesh. She could no sooner choose between them than she could choose between her right side and her left.