Feral Wood (The Feral Ones, #4)

The fire didn't take her... so the mountain did.

I find her stuck in creek mud, half-drowned, spitting sass, and trying to hide the scars that cover her arms and chest.

One look and something feral snaps loose inside me. I haul her out, carry her up the ridge, and decide right this woman isn’t leaving my mountain. Ever.

She thinks she’s broken. I see a masterpiece that fire couldn’t destroy. She thinks she’s just passing through. I’m already carving the cradle and building her a kickwheel before the storm hits.

My hands know wood. Now they’re going to know every scar, every curve, every sweet sound she makes when I call her my good girl and make her mine.

The city sent someone to drag her back. I sent him running with an axe and a warning. The mountain called her to me. I’m answering with my body, my ring, my seed, and the storm that’s coming to keep her here forever.

She came for clay.

She’s staying for me.

*****Go ahead and wander off the map, reader. The forest will answer your call. The Feral Ones will be waiting in the dark.

Feral Wood is a steamy, possessive mountain man romance with praise, forced proximity, and a scarred heroine who finds her forever in the arms of the growly woodworker who claims her on sight. Check the content warnings for your safety. No cheating, no cliffs, just a guaranteed HEA.