Just Right (The Beasts of Blackmoor #3)

The first bed was too hard. The second was too soft. But the third was just right…At least, until I woke up from my exhausted nap and discovered that its owner was watching me sleep — and when I screamed at the sight of the bear’s hungry expression, he shifted from a grizzly beast to the most, grizzled hunk of male I’ve ever seen before…

He’s not alone, either. There are two more bear shifters who call this cabin home, and who decide they like the sight of me sleeping in one of their beds. They like the smell of me, too, and suddenly the warning I got before I entered the dark forest of Blackmoor makes sense.

Legend says the enchanted woods host a whole slew of monsters who might want to eat you if you get lost in the trees.

These three? They want to eat me — and that’s not all. They want to feed me, pet me, please me… and now that I’ve willingly walked into their den, the possessive bears aren’t about to let me leave again.

Before long, I don’t even want to. Because while one of my mates is too big, another too smothering, and the third too possessive… put them together and the three of them are just right.