The only thing hotter than her ovens is the firehouse across the road.
I came to Ember Hollow for a quiet life. A little bakery, my aunt’s old recipes, nobody wanting anything from me. Simple.
Then I present as an omega at twenty-eight, a first heat bearing down on me, and the firehouse across the road turns out to be full of the worst possible problem.
Cal, the golden-boy charmer who can’t play it cool to save his life. Eli, the quiet one who looks at me like I’m the only thing worth reading.
And Rhett, all smirk and filthy mouth, who fires up my ovens before I know his last name. I’m supposed to pick one, but I want all three.
That isn’t a problem in Ember Hollow, and my three alphas have no intention of letting me face a heat, a harvest festival, or the rest of my life alone. Turns out quiet is overrated.
