Starlight Grove needs a new Lighthouse Keeper and Olive Autumn Harvest needs a fresh start. Preferably one with as much solitude as possible. So, her new job and isolated ocean cottage is perfect--except for the eccentric, meddling townspeople, and the cat who’s adopted Easton, her golden retriever stalker. Lars, the steady, protective viking. And Finn, who’s hiding a pain that matches her own. Suddenly, these guys are <A Pack for Autumn< is a standalone MFMM why choose small town romance. It is part of the <Cozyverse shared universe, bringing you cozy omegaverse full of heart, heat, and humor.<

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Growing up, Emilia Emerson wanted to be an author, therapist, and ice cream stand owner. After eight years of being a trauma therapist, she checked off the second career on her list when she became a full-&#8203;time author. Now all that’s left is the ice cream stand!

Emilia loves that writing romance allows her to explore worlds with guaranteed happily ever afters, cozy characters who love each other, and found families who overcome challenges together. She believes that everyone deserves to see themselves in romance, and she includes meaningful disability and mental illness representation in her stories.

When she’s not writing, Emilia is probably embroidering, making pottery, napping with her dog, or reading romance books. An adventurer at heart, growing up in a multicultural Swedish-&#8203;Iranian home instilled in her a love of travel and experiencing new cultures.

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*AN INSTANT USA TODAY* BESTSELLER

She was looking for quiet. She found them instead.**

Starlight Grove needs a new Lighthouse Keeper and Olive Autumn Harvest needs a fresh start. Preferably one with as much solitude as possible. So, her new job and isolated ocean cottage is perfect—except for the eccentric, meddling townspeople, and the cat who’s adopted her. When the town wins a grant for lighthouse restoration, Olive is forced to let the contractors into her space…a company comprised of three hot alphas:

Easton, her golden retriever stalker.

Lars, the steady, protective viking.

And Finn, who’s hiding a pain that matches her own.

Suddenly, these guys are everywhere—and they’re completely unfazed by Olive’s prickly personality as they try to care for her, protect her, and court her. But everyone in this relationship is holding on to secrets… and it might not just be the lighthouse that needs restoration.

A Pack for Autumn is a standalone MFMM why choose small town romance. It is part of the Cozyverse shared universe, bringing you cozy omegaverse full of heart, heat, and humor.

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Easton

I am not a stalker.

I am not a stalker.

I am definitely not a stalker.

I chanted the phrase to myself as I wound through the aisles of Mariposa Market, stealing covert glances at the dark-haired beauty on the other end of the aisle.

I'd looked it up-the definition of stalking. This definitely did not qualify. Stalking required a pattern of repeated unwanted attention or harassment.

I wasn't harassing her, and how would I even know it was unwanted? Okay, she might have turned me down when I asked her out on a date-twice-but I wasn't stalking her. It just so happened that the adorable lighthouse keeper and I were often at the market at the same time. Like today, I'd had an urgent need for baking soda.

Urgent.

I'd seen a video about how baking soda could deodorize your fridge. How was I supposed to last another minute without it after hearing that?

I jolted when I realized she wasn't in the aisle anymore. She was heading to the checkout.

Olive.

The first time I heard someone in town speak her name, it felt like the clouds had parted and sunlight was streaming down on me. A great achievement since it had been pouring down rain, but that was the power of Olive. She was sunshine on a rainy day, and I needed to be by her side forever.

I just had to figure out how to win her over first.

I slipped in behind her in line, a bright orange box of baking soda clutched tight in my fist.

The cashier, an idiot teenager named Jack, smiled at her. I coughed to cover the rumble of a growl in my chest. Olive deserved all the smiles in the world. I just wanted to be the one to give them to her.

To give her everything.

"Your name is Olive, right?" Jack asked.

"Umm, yeah," she responded.

There was a slight frown on her luscious pink lips. A little crease between her big, brown eyes.

Jack chuckled as he scanned her first item. "So, does that mean your parents are olive farmers?" He paused his scanning as if waiting for uproarious laughter.

She fixed him with what could only be called a withering stare, and my heart pounded with excitement. Olive was shy and quiet, but sometimes she let out her snarky side, and it always delighted me.

"I don't know, Jack. Were your parents super into changing tires?"

"Umm . . . what?"

"Or growing magic beans?" she deadpanned.

Jack blinked, looking totally lost, before busying himself with scanning the rest of her items. I, on the other hand, coughed again, this time to cover my laughter. My girl was so fucking funny.

She turned toward me. Our eyes met, and the world slowed. Her beauty was the kind that made it hard to breathe. The way her bangs fell across her forehead was so cute I could hardly stand it. She was wearing a forest green sweater that draped gently over the luscious curves I wanted to bury myself in.

Just then, the market door opened and Hank-Starlight Grove's quintessential cranky old man and bookstore owner-walked in, sporting a deep frown as he leaned heavily on his cane. The noise distracted Olive, and she looked away. My jaw clenched against the urge to beg her to look at me again.

Hank's interruption did bring one good thing-a gust of wind that blew into the market through the open door, catching Olive's hair and ushering her scent in my direction. My irritation vanished as I inhaled deeply. She smelled like a pumpkin spice latte, all warm and comforting and sweet with an edge of bitter coffee. My cock stiffened immediately, and I shifted my stance. This was why I tried to resist breathing around Olive. I didn't want to scare her off by sporting a hard-on every time I was around her but fuck, it was pretty much impossible. She wore a sort of deodorant to mute her scent, but the faint whiffs I got were enough to feature in my dreams. I wanted to roll around on her adorable chunky sweaters, wanted to drown myself in her. Maybe the wind would blow little particles of her scent onto my shirt, and I could curl up in bed with it later.

My scent, however, was out in full force, declaring to all in the vicinity that I was completely obsessed with this omega. Olive stared straight ahead, but I thought I caught a tinge of pink on her cheeks. It gave me a tiny spark of hope that she wasn't as unaffected by me as she acted.

All too quick, Jack was reading out her total. She paid for her items, grabbed her two cloth bags, and headed to the door.

I wanted to run after her. I could offer to carry her bags, so she didn't have to balance them on her bike handlebars as she rode back to the lighthouse. Or I could carry her if she wasn't feeling up to biking today.

But my feet stayed rooted to the floor. She already felt like mine, but I was terrified of messing this up. After she'd practically run away from me the sec…