Welcome to Bear Mountain Series by Theodora Taylor

I’ll admit I had no business crying over my dumpster fire life while driving through a narrow pass in the Canadian Great Claw Mountains. But in all fairness, that snow drift came out of nowhere.One moment, I was losing consciousness, pretty sure I was going to die... moreI’ll admit I had no business crying over my dumpster fire life while driving through a narrow pass in the Canadian Great Claw Mountains. But in all fairness, that snow drift came out of nowhere.One moment, I was losing consciousness, pretty sure I was going to die. The next, I woke up inside a luxurious cave home, lying on a cozy den nest—surrounded by three insanely hot a sweet one who smells like a cinnamon roll, a clever one with wicked eyes, and a glaring one with a serious case of resting thundercloud face.They all want me to mate with them. Now. And stay with them through Christmas and beyond.Maybe I really did die in that car accident.This can’t be real… can it? I left everything behind for a fresh start in Vancouver after a breakup that nearly broke me. So why does staying with three bears I just met feel like a dream possibility?What would you do? Asking for a friend.Escape to Bear Mountain this holiday season! This beary spicy novella includes a cozy mountain town where males mate in threes, a luxurious cave den built just for you, and enough heat to melt the snow. Forget packing clothes—you’ll only need mistletoe. less

I’ll admit I had no business crying over my dumpster fire life while driving through a narrow pass in the Canadian Great Claw Mountains. But in my defense, that snow drift came out of nowhere.One moment, I was losing consciousness, pretty sure I was going to die... moreI’ll admit I had no business crying over my dumpster fire life while driving through a narrow pass in the Canadian Great Claw Mountains. But in my defense, that snow drift came out of nowhere.One moment, I was losing consciousness, pretty sure I was going to die. The next, I woke up inside a luxurious cave home, lying on top of a cozy den nest—surrounded by three insanely hot a sweet one who smells like a cinnamon roll, a clever one with wicked eyes, and a glaring one with a serious case of resting thundercloud face.They all want me to mate with them. Now. And stay with them through Christmas and beyond.Maybe I really did die in that car accident.This can’t be real… can it? I left everything behind for a fresh start in Vancouver after a breakup that nearly broke me. So why does staying with three bears I just met feel like a dream possibility?What would you do? Asking for a friend.Escape to Bear Mountain this holiday season! This beary spicy novella includes a cozy mountain town where males mate in threes, a luxurious cave den built just for you, and enough heat to melt the snow. Forget packing clothes—you’ll only need mistletoe. less

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... moreHi, 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 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 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. less

Hi, I’m Lark, a neurodivergent teacher who keeps her life in neat, color-coded boxes inside a productivity app.Teaching at Barrington Prep? Blue.Grad school coursework? Green.Family and (only) friend? Yellow.Meetups with Mr. Good Time, my anonymous masked Dom? RedEvery time block makes perfect, practical sense… even the NSA D/s situationship.Until my OB/GYN drops a bomb: I’m still in my late twenties, but a rare condition is fast-tracking me toward early menopause... moreHi, I’m Lark, a neurodivergent teacher who keeps her life in neat, color-coded boxes inside a productivity app.Teaching at Barrington Prep? Blue.Grad school coursework? Green.Family and (only) friend? Yellow.Meetups with Mr. Good Time, my anonymous masked Dom? RedEvery time block makes perfect, practical sense… even the NSA D/s situationship.Until my OB/GYN drops a bomb: I’m still in my late twenties, but a rare condition is fast-tracking me toward early menopause.Cue the collapse of my perfectly time-blocked life:Mr. Good Time dumps me the second I ask him to help me make a baby to avoid expensive fertility treatments.I have to drop out of grad school and pick up a second job—but in this economy? Still not enough to afford IVF.And no, my snooty prep school won’t give me a raise. I already asked.Then my only friend invites me to her poly wedding in a mysterious mountain town I’ve never heard of.The moment I walk into the town’s only bar, the smoking-hot bartender growls that I smell like honey. His identical twin brother? Also looking at me like I’m dessert.Just when I think I should back away slowly, the ovulation alarm on my wearable fertility tracker goes off. For the first time in months.If I want a baby, the free (and possibly fun) way, it’s now or never.Oh, and apparently the twins have a tall, dark, and handsome roommate.So much for color-coded plans.Looks like I’m in for a beary, beary, beary hot summer… with one huge twist I never saw coming. less