Her Irish Bears: a why choose the bear(s) romantasy

REJECTED BY ALL UNTIL... I’ve always been the outcast in my cloistered Canadian village. So after an especially humiliating rejection I sign up for a Bridal Exchange trip to Scotland a wolf kingdom desperate for she-wolf brides to reverse their zero birth population crisis. But even the threat of extinction isn't enough to make any of the Scottish Wolves want a 6-foot-tall plus-sized she-wolf with a quirky whittling hobby. Just as I'm about to give up all of the would-be brides are kidnapped by the Irish Wolves… who don't want me either. In fact they drop me off with three huge males... who claim to be kings. My kings. That’s when I learn I’m not the world’s most rejected she-wolf. Because actually I’m not a she-wolf at all. Too big too curvy too other—that’s exactly what at least two of these Irish Kings are looking for. But one of them—the High King who gets the final say—isn’t so sure. The word ruin comes