Take a plus-size wolf shifter heroine, her human lover, a primal wolf, sexy twin bear shifters, and watch how they claim her heart in this spicy fantasy reverse harem retelling of Rapunzel.

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The tower was my prison. My mother, its guard. Until now . . .

Imprisoned for five years. I was consumed by loneliness and regret.

Without my wolf. Without family. Without hope.

Just as I thought I’d lost my mind, someone set me free. Someone I never thought I’d see again.

Freedom should’ve tasted sweet, but five years of constrained heats simmered beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed. And the men I’d surrounded myself with proved to be a delicious temptation. Their beasts called to mine, and my wolf longed to call back. But invisible bonds restrained her, leaving me unsure of whether it was all in my head or a curse left over from the tower.

Yet my trapped wolf was the least of our concerns. Monsters lurked in the forest, hunting our kind. Hunting me.

Running would only do so much. We needed a sanctuary. We needed Caladah.

Despite the danger threatening us, I yearned for the love these men offered.

Am I worthy of this family, or am I truly the untamed monster that should’ve remained captive?

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Untamed is book one in the Tangled Bonds Duet.

Suitable for 18+ readers.

Lose yourself in Raven James’ new fantasy world of Kerasek.


Five years alone in a tower was enough to drive even the sanest person crazy.

My mind wouldn’t settle, no matter how much I tried. As usual, sleep evaded me. My eyes burned. I need to sleep.

A vicious maelstrom caused the tower to sway. Waves crashed against the weathered stone in their relentless pursuit of destruction. The gears and cranks groaned, while bricks broke free from their render, crashing to the ground with each roll of the tide.

The noise was deafening, but so was the silence within me.

I arched my back against the hard, lumpy mattress, hoping to ease the knots along my spine. I should’ve been used to it. But how could I be?

With a restless sigh, I flopped back onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. My scalp ached from the tension of the bindings in my hair. No matter how much I fidgeted, I couldn’t get comfortable.

I squeezed my eyes shut and listened to the ominous howl of the wind thrashing outside. Everything else was quiet and still inside my lonely room. I tried to block out the emptiness gnawing at my heart, but it was no use against the assault of the past.

A flash of hair against bruised skin.

Pale, wide eyes full of hatred burning me to the core.

Shocked screams. 

Desperate calls of my name.

Then darkness.

Terrible memories blended together until my head was nothing more than a mess.

Almost surrendering to the idea of another restless night, I sat up, resting my back against the headboard. Beads of sweat gathered on my brow and my stomach clenched.

It had been five years since I last saw a friendly face, or felt grass between my toes.

Five years since I felt anything but anger, resentment, and longing.

So long since—

I dragged my hands down my face, fighting back the frustrated sob threatening to break free. There was no use in crying. It changed nothing.

Curling in on myself, as if to protect my heart, I listened to the rain and thunder, praying it would lull me into a deep sleep. The only escape I had.

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