The Holiday Ball Series by Marie Mason

Hosting the annual Holiday Ball was Hayden Barringer's first official act as the new alpha. He'd avoided the event in years past, knowing he wasn't ready for a mate. One look at the curvy witch standing on the sidelines had his wolf howling into the snowy night. The wolf was more than ready for his mate. Amber Jones hadn't wanted to attend the Holiday Ball this year because she'd come to the realization that fate didn't have a mate for her... moreHosting the annual Holiday Ball was Hayden Barringer's first official act as the new alpha. He'd avoided the event in years past, knowing he wasn't ready for a mate. One look at the curvy witch standing on the sidelines had his wolf howling into the snowy night. The wolf was more than ready for his mate. Amber Jones hadn't wanted to attend the Holiday Ball this year because she'd come to the realization that fate didn't have a mate for her. As matriarch of the coven, her bossy grandmother had insisted. With a little help from some sparkling blue pixie dust, this just might be the Christmas fate gives her the present she's always wanted. Warning: This title is intended for mature audiences only. It is a short holiday story with a lot of some snow-melting sex. Continue the party with: A Wolf's Fate - January 1, 2015 A Wolf's Desire - January 8, 2015 less

Gunner Barringer was attending The Holiday Ball under duress and out of respect for his brother, the new alpha of the pack. He stood in the shadows, hiding. There was nothing for him here tonight. He’d enjoyed the annual event a time or two as a younger wolf. After all, it didn’t get the nickname f*** ball for nothing. But now he was a wolf broken in both body and soul. He had no desire to find a mate and no business being here... moreGunner Barringer was attending The Holiday Ball under duress and out of respect for his brother, the new alpha of the pack. He stood in the shadows, hiding. There was nothing for him here tonight. He’d enjoyed the annual event a time or two as a younger wolf. After all, it didn’t get the nickname f*** ball for nothing. But now he was a wolf broken in both body and soul. He had no desire to find a mate and no business being here. What Gunner had forgotten was more than one match had been made on the night of a full moon when the world was filled with the magic of the holidays. Autumn Covington was rare in the supernatural world—she was a peace pixie. Which just sucked in the middle of a f*** fest. Instead of giving off vibes of lust and wantonness, like her pencil thin, blonde haired cousins, she calmed the savage beast. Plus, she was the plumpest of pixie at the ball so her chances of finding a mate were…well slim to none. So, she’d just work the crowd as she’d been hired to do—sprinkle sparkles of calming pink so the horny wolves didn’t get out control. That’s what she’d planned to do until the wolf in the shadows decided he wanted her all for himself. This is the second book in The Holiday Ball trilogy and features a plump pixie with a hint of witch and a big, bad wolf who's scarred in both mind and body. Book 1 - A Wolf's Claim Book 2 - A Wolf's Fate Book 3 - A Wolf's Desire less

One night…three wolves… The past year had been one of betrayal and heartache for alpha Kade Townsend. He’d seen his pack torn apart by a trusted friend turned rogue. He was attending the annual Holiday Ball only as a courtesy to the new alpha of the Barringer pack. He owed the man and his family, especially his brother, a debt of gratitude he might never be able to repay. He thought himself destined to be alone, unworthy of a mate... moreOne night…three wolves… The past year had been one of betrayal and heartache for alpha Kade Townsend. He’d seen his pack torn apart by a trusted friend turned rogue. He was attending the annual Holiday Ball only as a courtesy to the new alpha of the Barringer pack. He owed the man and his family, especially his brother, a debt of gratitude he might never be able to repay. He thought himself destined to be alone, unworthy of a mate. Watching the Barringer brothers find their mates gave him a glimmer of hope that he might one day find his. He never expected his mate to knock him off his feet. Or be so damn deliciously curvy. His perfect woman. Of course, he never expected to receive the help of a previously absentee fairy godmother and two wolves who decided to play cupid instead of Santa. Daphne was tired. Tired of school, tired of barely making ends meet. Tired of serving drinks and foods to the skinny, pretentious pixies who thought they were the bomb. Of course, she could never hope to compete with women attending the Holiday Ball even if she’d been an invited guest instead of part of the wait staff. She was curvy, plain and…human. Everyone knew wolves mated with witches. Or the pixies. All Daphne had going for her was a pair of shiny black shoes… less