The forest was off limits.
That’s what I’d been told.
But that made me want to go. I ignored all the warnings and to the mountain I went.
And then I found out why I should have listened.
Because I found him.
He wasn’t a man, he was a beast. He wasn’t strong, he was strength itself.
He wasn’t the Big Bad Wolf. He was my Big Bad Love.
Big Bad Wolfe is a Little Red Riding Hood retelling, with a strong heroine, a naughty alpha-hole, and just the right amount of primal kink that will heat you up and make you howl at the moon.