There have been too many whispers of yeti sightings in the mountains of British Columbia for it to simply be an urban legend. I’ve seen some amateur photos taken by hikers, but they’re either blurry or obvious fakes. A clear image with indisputable proof of a yeti’s existence would catapult my career in photojournalism. Unfortunately, my hiking abilities are drastically lower than my photography skills, and I end up tumbling down the mountainside more than ascending it. One particularly clumsy fall ends with a twisted ankle and bump to the head that nearly knocks me unconscious. There’s no way to call for help, but it turns out, I don’t need to. The yeti I’m searching for is very real indeed, and I’ve just fallen for him…

A steamy, fated mates, cozy monster romance with a guaranteed Happily Ever After.