Hi, I’m Holly, and about six weeks ago, I realized I was a side character in one of those cheesy Christmas movies where a naive, pretty heroine visits a small town, falls for some rando she just met, and decides to stay forever.
Yeah, that sappy romance cliche? She’s my little sister. So when she stops answering my calls and texts, I take time off from my big-city job to track her down and drag her out of the cult—I mean, charming small mountain town where she’s decided to settle for good.
But when I arrive, instead of finding my sister, I...
Hi, I’m Holly, and about six weeks ago, I realized I was a side character in one of those cheesy Christmas movies where a naive, pretty heroine visits a small town, falls for some rando she just met, and decides to stay forever.
Yeah, that sappy romance cliche? She’s my little sister. So when she stops answering my calls and texts, I take time off from my big-city job to track her down and drag her out of the cult—I mean, charming small mountain town where she’s decided to settle for good.
But when I arrive, instead of finding my sister, I meet three very large, very intense men:
An insanely handsome but ridiculously stern Canadian Mountie who orders me to go home immediately—before it’s “too late.” (Too late for what? No clue. He just glares at me when I ask.)
A rough biker outlaw who keeps audibly sniffing at me like I’m his next meal.
And a huge guy who looks like a modern Viking in lumberjack flannel. He actually seems super nice…until he punches the outlaw for getting too close.
Things only get weirder from there:
A bar fight. A bear mauling that I’ll never unsee. Then suddenly, I’m waking up naked in a jail cell with a strange, tingling bite on my arm—and three guys throwing around words like “claim,” “mate,” and “cubs.”
So, yeah… I don’t think I’m a side character in a cheesy Christmas movie anymore. In fact, I might have stumbled into my own…
Beary.
Spicy.
Valentine.
Welcome to Bear Mountain…
Warning: This beary spicy novella includes a cozy mountain town where males mate in threes, a trio of shifters who think you smell like an entire box of Valentine’s Day chocolates, and lots and lots of biting. Don’t worry about packing a bag—these bears will keep you warm for the rest of winter.
