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.

But when I arrive, instead of finding my sister, I meet three very large, very intense men:

• 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 there:
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 “breed.”

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.

“I’ll rock your world. If you let me. I’ll rock your entire universe.”

KAYLA: Raise your hand if you’ve ever found out your American football player boyfriend of four years was cheating on you… via a scuzzy daily gossip show… right before you two were scheduled to go on an all-expenses-paid vacation to Paris that was supposed to include a marriage proposal!

Nobody else? Just me?

So maybe you’ll understand why I’m crying in first class on the second leg of my flight to the City of Lights.

And why I accept a glass of champagne from the rough-talking Brit sitting in the seat originally assigned to my ex…

And why I don’t say no right away when he boldly proposes a “universe rocking” one-night stand after we deplane Paris.

But I’m going to say no.

I mean, I should say no.

Shouldn’t I?

Don’t say no, Kayla.

MICK: Don’t say no, Kayla.

I’m headed to Paris with one intention: proving to my London-based football team that if they won’t pay the pounds it takes to keep me on, I can and will accept a better offer in euros.

But I didn’t expect to meet an intriguing American on the flight who hates pro athletes and has no clue I’m a world-famous footballer. I’m charmed before I know it, and suddenly this trip becomes less about contract negotiations and more about getting this sweet-natured lass in my bed.

Just one taste—that’s all I crave. But will one taste truly suffice?

And what will happen when—if—she discovers who I really am?

Will this Soccer & Prejudice romance between a ruthless, rough-talking Brit with an ultra-famous celebrity secret and a sweet-as-pie American with a huge distaste for pro athletes end in tears or love? Discover whether one sexy night in Paris can change everything in this super-steamy and delicious standalone contemporary romance.