So there I was, fake-engaged to a man who can turn into a 900-pound bear. And by "there I was," I mean standing in his driveway, in borrowed boots, lying to a panel of judgmental shifter elders about a relationship I did not know existed until eleven minutes ago.

Here's how I got here: my car died, my savings died, and the only job in Honeypaw Falls was "administrative assistant" to Griffin Voss ? a growly, infuriating, unfairly hot bear shifter whose clan is threatening to take his land unless he shows up mated. I needed rent money. He needed a fiancée. It was supposed to be six weeks, one contract, zero feelings.

Except now I know how he takes his coffee (black, grudgingly). I know the scar on his shoulder isn't from a fight ? it's from saving his little sister. I know that when he thinks no one's watching, he talks to his bees like they're coworkers. And he's started looking at me like I'm something he wants. Which is a problem, because the contract has a clause, the elders have a nosy niece, and my heart has apparently signed on for a much longer term than six weeks.

A steamy small-town shifter rom-com with a grumpy/sunshine storm, one very small cabin, a fake engagement that gets way too real, and a happily ever after worth melting for. HEA guaranteed. If you like growly heroes, heroines who overshare, and small towns where everyone knows your business (and your scent), welcome to Honeypaw Falls