Shifter Mates of Hollow Oak Series by Kala Aster, Milly Taiden

Rowan Baneville wasn’t looking for a second chance. He definitely wasn’t looking for a human innkeeper with honey-blonde curls and a to-do list longer than the Veil is wide. But the moment Diana Merrick opened the Hearth & Hollow Inn—and the door to his old life—his wolf decided she was his. No takesies backsies. Now the Council’s watching her, the town’s testing her, and Rowan’s old pack is sniffing around like she’s prey. Which she’s not... moreRowan Baneville wasn’t looking for a second chance. He definitely wasn’t looking for a human innkeeper with honey-blonde curls and a to-do list longer than the Veil is wide. But the moment Diana Merrick opened the Hearth & Hollow Inn—and the door to his old life—his wolf decided she was his. No takesies backsies. Now the Council’s watching her, the town’s testing her, and Rowan’s old pack is sniffing around like she’s prey. Which she’s not. She’s the woman who talks to walls, makes tea for ghosts, and earned every damn one of his scars with a single smile. He tried to stay away. He tried to keep her safe. He tried not to fall in love. Terrible plan. She doesn’t just want his help. She wants his heart, his home, and his favorite tools. less

Ivy Lane came to Hollow Oak with nothing but a guitar, a broken magical contract, and one absolutely no dating shifters. Especially not six-foot-plus panther shifters with bedroom eyes, pack issues, and a protective streak wide enough to qualify as a forest fire. Too bad Dorian Vale didn’t get the memo. He offered backup vocals and cinnamon rolls. Then warded her stage. Then casually offered to risk supernatural litigation just to keep her voice safe... moreIvy Lane came to Hollow Oak with nothing but a guitar, a broken magical contract, and one absolutely no dating shifters. Especially not six-foot-plus panther shifters with bedroom eyes, pack issues, and a protective streak wide enough to qualify as a forest fire. Too bad Dorian Vale didn’t get the memo. He offered backup vocals and cinnamon rolls. Then warded her stage. Then casually offered to risk supernatural litigation just to keep her voice safe. Which would’ve been fine—if her fae instincts didn’t keep purring whenever he entered the room. Now the town’s planning a festival, her ex-warlock is back with paperwork from hell, and Dorian keeps looking at her like she’s already his. If he says the word “mate,” she’s either going to bolt…. Or beg him to mark her on the microphone. She chose him with a song. He answered with his teeth. Read on for panther shifters, protective alpha antics, magical consent spells, one very public mating ceremony, and a heroine who refuses to be claimed unless she says so. HEA Guaranteed! less

I’m not supposed to be here. Hollow Oak isn’t on any map. GPS dies at the gate. And the locals? Yeah. They stare like I’ve walked into a secret society wearing a press badge and a neon “snitch” sign. But I’m not leaving. Not until I get the story. It starts with of disappearing hikers, a town frozen in time, and something that howls when the snow falls hardest. Then I meet him... moreI’m not supposed to be here. Hollow Oak isn’t on any map. GPS dies at the gate. And the locals? Yeah. They stare like I’ve walked into a secret society wearing a press badge and a neon “snitch” sign. But I’m not leaving. Not until I get the story. It starts with of disappearing hikers, a town frozen in time, and something that howls when the snow falls hardest. Then I meet him. Alaric Thistlebrush — yes, that’s really his name — is the town’s resident enforcer, built like a war crime and staring at me like I’m his next assignment or his next meal. it’s both. I should run. Instead, I move in. And the deeper I dig, the more the town closes ranks. .. and the more Alaric closes in. Apparently, I’m not just a threat. I’m his fated mate. Turns out, when you chase monsters into the woods… one of them might chase you back, propose, and demand a human wedding. Read on for snowbound secrets, wolf obsession, forced proximity, and a grumpy protector who bites. HEA Guaranteed! less

He broke my heart a decade ago. Now he’s back, growling something about sabotage, council politics, and mate bonds I didn’t ask for. I run Hollow Oak’s only shifter tavern. Built it with my claws, my blood, and enough sass to keep rogue lions and nosy fae out of my business. But apparently, my business is suddenly his. Dante Deleuve is bigger now. Meaner. More golden than I remember, and twice as good at making my knees forget why I hate him. He says I’m his. I say he’s late... moreHe broke my heart a decade ago. Now he’s back, growling something about sabotage, council politics, and mate bonds I didn’t ask for. I run Hollow Oak’s only shifter tavern. Built it with my claws, my blood, and enough sass to keep rogue lions and nosy fae out of my business. But apparently, my business is suddenly his. Dante Deleuve is bigger now. Meaner. More golden than I remember, and twice as good at making my knees forget why I hate him. He says I’m his. I say he’s late. Because this time, I’m not the scared lioness he walked away from. This time, I’ll defend my town, burn my uncle’s pride to the ground, and maybe—maybe—let the one male I swore off prove he’s worth kneeling for. If he survives me. Read on for fated mates, political sabotage, shifters growling, second chance heat, and a lioness who bites back. HEA Guaranteed! less

Everyone in this cursed little town thinks I’m the problem. Sure, I’m a shadow witch. Yes, my magic sometimes moves without asking. And okay, fine—things have been exploding lately. But I swear on my black lace panties, I’m not the one summoning evil doppelgängers in the snowstorm. Enter Officer Growly. Six-foot-four of tiger-shifter muscle, military brood, and tactical scowls. They send him to watch me. Guard me. Possibly kill me. But instead of turning me in, he turns me on... moreEveryone in this cursed little town thinks I’m the problem. Sure, I’m a shadow witch. Yes, my magic sometimes moves without asking. And okay, fine—things have been exploding lately. But I swear on my black lace panties, I’m not the one summoning evil doppelgängers in the snowstorm. Enter Officer Growly. Six-foot-four of tiger-shifter muscle, military brood, and tactical scowls. They send him to watch me. Guard me. Possibly kill me. But instead of turning me in, he turns me on. And when a creature wearing my face tries to ruin my life? He bares his claws. Stands between me and a mob with torches. And drags me into a safehouse where he definitely, absolutely should not be letting me ride him like a broomstick. Oops. I told myself not to fall for the tiger. Then he bit me. Read on for shadow clones, bite marks, forced proximity, and a witch who’s tired of behaving—especially when her mate smells like woodsmoke and war. HEA Guaranteed! less

I came to Hollow Oak to disappear, not to accidentally kill the dirt under my hands. One touch, and the herbs curl up and die like I’m the grim reaper in gardening gloves. The locals whisper “cursed druid” like it’s my middle name. Fine. Let them stare. But then there’s him—Corin Vane, the 6'5" beekeeper bear who looks at me like I’m the only thing worth protecting in this frozen hellscape. He doesn’t flinch when I brush dirt on his skin. He leans in... moreI came to Hollow Oak to disappear, not to accidentally kill the dirt under my hands. One touch, and the herbs curl up and die like I’m the grim reaper in gardening gloves. The locals whisper “cursed druid” like it’s my middle name. Fine. Let them stare. But then there’s him—Corin Vane, the 6'5" beekeeper bear who looks at me like I’m the only thing worth protecting in this frozen hellscape. He doesn’t flinch when I brush dirt on his skin. He leans in. His honey-and-woodsmoke scent hits me harder than the mate bond ever should, and suddenly I’m the one unraveling. The land’s rotting. The town wants me gone. And this giant, quiet bear? He’s decided I’m staying—wrapped around his claws, marked, claimed, honey-dripped…. …and apparently his forever. Who knew salvation came with fur and a death glare for anyone who looks at me wrong? Read on for fated mates that snap like winter ice, small-town suspicion turned worship, size-difference obsession, a druid awakening mid-chaos, and one bear who’ll burn the orchard down before he lets her go. HEA guaranteed! less