The Library

Sheryl McIntosh has exactly one place that belongs to her alone — a hidden library sealed behind her late mother's magic, where no one can follow. No one human, anyway. So when Ryan keeps turning up inside her sanctuary, grinning and infuriating and impossibly there despite being no shifter at all, Sheryl knows something is wrong. Her jaguar knows something else entirely: that the man with the maddening scent and the lazy "Princess" is theirs. Their fated mate. The other half they were never supposed to find. She tells him no. She tells herself no. But Ryan is patient, her own instincts are a traitor, and "no" has a way of softening into "yes" when fate is the one doing the asking. And what comes after that yes? She'll admit it was… nice. Pleasant, even. And absolutely never happening again. Fate, of course, has other plans.