Hot Flash Mates

POV: Menopause hits, so you move somewhere quiet to start over.

Then the hot flashes start.

Then the town’s single men start sniffing the air.

Then you find out half of Thimbleberry, Montana, turns furry.

To a shifter, a hot flash isn’t a symptom. It’s an invitation.

Hot Flash Mates: funny, steamy later-in-life shifter romances. Bears, wolves, a moose and a mountain lion. A guaranteed happily ever after in every book.

POV: You’re fifty-six, widowed, and you just bought a Montana pharmacy over the phone.

Every man in town suddenly needs a consultation. Something leaves frozen rabbits on your doorstep. The grumpy farrier across the street, twelve years younger, hiccups every time you have a hot flash.

Then you find out half the town are shifters. And your hot flashes smell like an invitation.

And the grumpy farrier? He’s a mountain lion. Turns out you’re not the only cougar in town.

A funny, steamy later-in-life mountain lion shifter romance with a guaranteed happily ever after.

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POV: You move to a tiny Montana town at fifty-two to start over.

The mail route is ninety-four miles.

The casseroles won’t stop coming.

The grumpy giant next door keeps stacking firewood on your porch in the dark.

Then you find out half the town are shifters. And your hot flashes smell like a mating call.

And the grumpy giant next door? He’s a grizzly. He’s been waiting thirty years for you.

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POV: You’re fifty-four, you’re out of hormone patches, and three men just proposed to you in the frozen-food aisle.

One brought an index card. One brought a pawn-shop ring with the tag still on. One just said, “Oh, no,” and looked like he meant it.

Then you find out they’re cousins. And wolves. And to a wolf, a hot flash means it’s time to declare.

And the one who said “Oh, no”? He’s sweating right along with you.

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POV: You’re forty-six, you just bought half a country vet practice in Montana, and your brain keeps dropping words.

You write your to-do list on your arm in Sharpie. Your first hot flash in town rattled every can of soup in the general store. The shy giant in the doorway hit his head, said “s-sorry,” and bought you fourteen cans to make up for it.

Then you find out half the town are shifters. And there’s a bull moose standing in your yard every night.

And the shy giant? He’s the moose. And moose season opens in a month.

A funny, steamy later-in-life moose shifter romance with a guaranteed happily ever after. Book 3 of Hot Flash Mates.

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POV: You drive eighteen hundred miles from Tucson to a Montana cabin because the ad said no A/C needed.

The creek is forty-four degrees and moving faster than your van. Everybody in town asks if you run warm. The dentist down the creek slapped his own leg so hard it echoed when you said hello.

Then you find out half the town are shifters. And your hot flashes smell like a mating call.

And the dentist who talks too much? He’s a beaver. And he’s building you something.

A funny, steamy later-in-life beaver shifter novella with a guaranteed happily ever after. A Hot Flash Mates novella.

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