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 on his deathbed that I would find the place I was destined for. Neither of us had a clue what that meant, but searching for it after he's gone helps me cope with my grief, and I pack up 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 and 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 get busy drawing faces-my way of getting to know people while I enjoy a beer.
It works. I'm making friends and filling my journal with the kind of diverse characters typical of a crossroads pub. But diversity doesn't explain why the people coming to life on my pages are the stuff of fairytales. The most fascinating is Andras Johns, and I'm wondering more often whether the towering man who sets me on fire with one look 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 for a long time. My policy? Never mix it up with a human. I can't stand the idea of exposing a vulnerable species to the hazards of my job, and the hazards recently ramped up. But there's a new face in town. A beautiful, human face. The first time Selena Aires gives me her smile, 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.
Meet a giant, smoking-hot cinnamon roll hero and a diminutive loveable kickass heroine in this paranormal romance with heart, medium spice, and a little bit of danger. *This is not a standalone.* The hazards and thrills ramp up in Book Two, Drago Incendium, and conclude in Book Three, Tigris Vetus.