Ursus Borealis

Bears are supposed to live in the woods, just not one who sends you to the moon.

Selena Aires

I promised my friend I would find the place I was meant to be. Neither of us knew what that really meant, but searching for it after he's gone helps me cope with my grief. I pack my art supplies and hit the highway. When I stop for gas in Quincy, Thomas is waiting for me-in spirit. So, I stay and find my dream cottage with a studio, hiking trails out the back door, and a quaint old tavern called the Starlight with a cozy booth in the corner. I set out my sketchbook and pencils and start drawing faces-my way of getting to know people while I enjoy a beer. And it works. I'm making friends and filling my journal with a diverse cast of characters typical of a crossroads pub. Yet, diversity doesn't explain why the people coming to life on my pages resemble the stuff of fairytales. The most fascinating is Andras Johns, and I wonder if the towering man who lights me on fire with a mere glance is the prince in the story or the beast lurking in the woods.

Andras Johns

I've been the alpha of the North Star Pack long enough to know better. My rule? Never get involved with a human and risk exposing a vulnerable species to the hazards of my world. But there's a new face in town-a beautiful, human face. What do I do when Selena Aires smiles at me for the first time? I smile back. It's a mistake-and I know I'm done for, which is a problem because an alpha can't break his own rules. And those hazards? They're piling up. The tempting Ms. Aires couldn't be more off-limits. Yeah. If only she didn't have her own ideas about that.

Enjoy an adult paranormal romance filled with heart, featuring a towering cinnamon roll hero and a petite artist with the heart of a warrior as they merge their two worlds within the cozy confines of a California mountain town.

This is the beginning of a three-part adventure and not a standalone novel. The thrills, surprises, and action ramp up in Drago Incendium, Book Two in The Starlight Chronicles. Low to medium open-door spice and adult language.