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Have a divorce party, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. It was, until I ended up in handcuffs. A group of Karens rained on my parade at the winery And in my drunken haze, I mooned every last one of them— Along with the responding officer called in to arrest my ass. Not a good look for a teacher starting off in a new little town. When he cuffed me, I stumbled into his rock-hard body, But he softened up once he brought me down to the station, Taking pity on me and caring for me throughout the night.

At 45, I finally found my fated mate. Too bad he’s a feral wolf. After years of being alone on New Year’s Eve, I finally had someone to kiss. My new BF took me to a party at a packhouse in the Cascades. Right before the biggest snowstorm hit in decades. Being snowed in up in the mountains sounded romantic—Until I caught him with another woman at midnight.

Christmas is supposed to be the season of miracles. But seeing my ‘90s high school boyfriend change into a bear isn’t the miracle I’d hoped for.

When my mate of twenty years started growing distant, My best friend offered to give him advice. Little did I know she'd end up pregnant with his baby. I left Portland and my daycare job behind, Ready to start anew in my friend's pack down in Eugene. The Glenwood pack gave me a warm welcome Especially Kane, once my wolf caught sight of him. The ruggedly handsome cop stood in the doorway, A single dad holding a tiny newborn in a baby carrier. A woman had dropped the shifter baby off at the precinct, Making him a father in an instant.

At 45, Santa finally brought me the right guy for Christmas—until he turned into a bear.

At 48, running a café while wrangling twin wolf toddlers was hard enough. Then fate decided to mate me with a rock star, just in time for Christmas. Welcome to my midlife crisis, holiday edition.

When my childhood best friend asked me to be her bridesmaid, I didn’t realize that meant spending a week on a yacht. With her obnoxious, conceited new friends. Sounds like a trip from hell for a 40-year-old shifter witch—until my inner bobcat zeroes in on her mate on board. The captain just so happens to be a bear shifter, and when primal need draws us closer, I end up getting a private tour of the captain’s quarters.

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When Max and I got into an argument all those years ago Over deciding the best way to raise our little boy, I needed to blow off steam and take a walk. Little did I know my father would have me captured, Demoted to the lowest member of our pack, And living a life of servitude. As Alpha of the Greystones, He never accepted me being mated to a Glenwood, Knowing a witch bloodline runs through their veins. So when I discover I’m pregnant, I’ll do whatever it takes to keep my baby girl safe.

My husband got into a fight and plunged off a bridge, leaving me to raise our two children on my own. After struggling for the last fourteen years, I pack up my kids and move in with my crazy old aunt in Carlton. I land a waitressing gig, and the moment I meet the head chef, his deep green eyes have me spellbound.

Living on a beach teeming with shifters wasn’t how I pictured retirement. Neither was becoming one’s mate.

I was a workaholic executive—until I almost died. It took a near-death experience to get my priorities straight, And I knew big changes had to be made. Priority #1 was spending more time with my kids and mother, So I quit my job and bought a beach house on Cape Cod. With the sun on my face and my toes in the sand, I met one of the beach rangers, Who turned out to be the hot single dad next door. Dylan helped me move some furniture, And I offered him dinner to thank him for his trouble— Not knowing it would end with dessert.

At 46, I went back to college to learn about mythical creatures. I never thought my hot professor would turn me into one.

As if being a 40-year-old runaway bride wasn’t bad enough, I had to shift at the altar and become a runaway wolf. My human fiancé may not be my fated mate. But we share a child, so I thought I could make it work. I never understood how a wealthy real estate mogul could be interested in a meager seamstress like me anyway, but he was persistent on making me his bride. Fast forward to today, I’m walking down the aisle. I think I'm having wedding day jitters.