Rowan Harper, a relentless reporter with everything to lose, sets her sights
on the Beckett clan, only to find her biggest story complicated by Clive Beckett, the
self-sacrificing shifter she never meant to fall for. As prophecy unfolds and a traitor emerges,
Making Her Mine blends fated mates, magic, meddling gods, and
irresistible chemistry into a battle where love may be the most
dangerous force of all. Pre-order
this grumpy sunshine romance with a protective hero and a
who-did-this-to-you trope from Bree Westland.
Title: Making Her Mine
Author: Bree Westland
Release Date: 02/26/2026
Genres: Paranormal Romance
Page Count: 359 pages
Tropes: Grumpy Sunshine, Meddling Gods, Who Did
This To You, Dislike to Love, Protective Hero, Touch Her and Die, Grief and Healing, Fated
Mates, Found Family, Telepathic Characters.
Blurb
Clive Beckett played as hard as he worked. Yet the truth of the matter, that he was slowly
circling the drain, would soon be apparent to everyone.
He had his family fooled. His passion was saving lives. But his carefully built facade was
disintegrating, piece by piece. Sacrifices needed to be made. And as usual Clive was all in,
putting himself on the line one too many times.
Nothing excited Rowan Harper more than chasing a lead. She’s failed at everything though,
except exploiting the truth. And with her personal life in shambles, she snags an exclusive
contract. A tell-all story, centering on the famous Beckett siblings. Once the story breaks, she’ll
be set for life, despite a high personal price. But a most unattainable, mountain of a man stands
in her way.
When Clive finds himself dragged into yet another scheme to unravel the rogue fae’s hold
on the clan, he can’t say no and comes face to face with his very human limitations. The pretty
little reporter brightens his drab days, getting under his skin, complicating matters. But painful
facts come to light, throwing everything Rowan has worked so hard for into question.
New battle lines are drawn and unforeseen allies called upon as the fight with the fae twists
and escalates, aligning with prophecy. And a traitor hides in their midst. Danger lurking among
the most vulnerable of them.
*Readers can expect healthy doses of hot shifters, naughty language, and intimate time with
a fated mate, all wrapped up in a happily ever after. Can be read as a standalone romance but
best enjoyed in the order written.
Hi, I’m Bree! Paranormal romance writer and lover of all things fantasy. I write steamy shifter
romances with growly alpha men and the strong women who love them. Most days you can find
me tucked away in my office, lost in the worlds and characters I create, listening while they tell
me their stories.
When not writing, you can catch me curled up with a hot cup of tea
and my ever-growing TBR pile. I call home the sunny beaches of Jacksonville, Florida, but I love
traveling as long as I can take my laptop with me!
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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture in the lonely shore,
There is a society where none intrudes,
By the deep sea and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but nature more.
– Lord Byron
These poems reflect the healing powers of nature both
without and within. It can amaze you and comfort you, rejuvenate and
rehabilitate you— if you let it.
Discover its
powers—read on!
Read an Excerpt
Summer Sunrise
Sunrise in the mountains is a majestic and moving
sight
It undresses the cloak of darkness and brings the world
light To the east a rosy blush begins as earth embraces the dawn Curtains of
night are lifted and its shadows soon withdrawn
Tendrils of light steal down the cavernous canyons tall Like
fingers of liquid lava running down a volcano wall
Caressing the cliffs and painting a sheen on their snowy
faces An artist’s hand and a pastel palette touching many
places
Tree by tree tree the forest takes on a new found tinge The
seas too are painted from their centre to their fringe
A kaleidoscope of colour as you watch the masterpiece unfold
With subtle grace and beauty like an alluring dream untold
Rays of sunlight kiss the soft belly of the fluffy clouds
Brushing them with chameleon colours endlessly endowed The world awakens in the
sun’s tender soft-hued glow, Each ray a promise, a new day of heartfelt hope to
sow.
From darkness to light, there is a magical transition A
celestial ballet in a splendid and stately exhibition The wind seems to whisper
softly dispelling all fears As a chorus of songbirds add their comforting
cheers
The sun ascends faster now as purples turn to gold Bringing
its welcoming warmth and dispelling the cold The sky is suddenly ablaze with
the early morning light Finally vanquishing the demons of the daunting
night
Enjoy Nature’s peace and grandeur as it percolates within
Let your heart be touched and feel a solemn serenity begin Cast aside your
worries, your troubles and your woes
As renewal begins and a blissful energy soon
flows
About the Author: I am a retired
physician who has been blessed with the opportunity to live in one of the most
beautiful and awe-inspiring places on earth: Vancouver Island. Throughout my
life I have remained intimately connected to nature. I consider it an alternate classroom and a
timeless and thought-provoking teacher. It has taught me many enduring life
lessons.
Have you ever wondered how your favorite songs really began?
Not with the words, not with the melody, but with a feeling.
Becoming a vision, becoming lines, becoming a complete piece of sonorous truth meant to be shared to unite people who resonate with it.
A mystical, fascinating process you can now be part of.
INTENSIA, a new heartfelt, poetic singer songwriter likely to belong with your favorite pop music companions, is turning the traditional release model upside down, inviting you to look into her soul and mind before anyone else.
Be among the first to witness this spark before her distinctive voice echoes through the world. This unique approach offers an unprecedented glimpse into evolving art, so you can feel and enjoy the essence of her songs before they are even complete.
Dive into this curated collection of lyric excerpts and emotional snapshots from pop songs in progress. Each piece stands on its own as a modern, poetic message, paired with brief reflections about the meaning or emotions behind the words.
It is more than something to read. It is a space to pause, reflect, and connect, with room for your thoughts and reflections too. Write what moves you, what you feel, what you dream. This book and its songs to be are meant to accompany you wherever you go.
For even more space to express yourself, the companion notebook PLACE TO THINK. OR TO WRITE. (ISBN 978-3-911445-02-3) is available as a dedicated space.
WORDS TO THINK. OR TO SING. out 26 June 2025 on Amazon. Paperback (ISBN 978-3-911445-00-9), eBook (ISBN 978-3-911445-01-6).
Join INTENSIA’s free Intense Inside Club at www.intensia.music and discover this special music developing experience as it unfolds, where connection begins as songs come to life.
EXCERPTS:
S T A I R C A S E
I saw red while you held my hand
on that hill in a castle of sand
being nice, coming out of the blue
you were losing me, undeniably true
I was just another trophy for your shelf
overloaded by the further rusty twelve
Dissociating from this charming place
you are a mess inside, I know it’s the case
this romance had better leave no trace
but at sunset we sat here on the staircase
THE HIGHER THE STAIRCASE, THE CLEARER THE VIEW.
AUTHOR:
From Munich’s vibrant core, Intensia is sparking a poetic, tuneful movement with a unique glimpse into her evolving pop songs-to-be book, “WORDS TO THINK. OR TO SING.”. It combines lyric snippets with heartfelt reflections, inviting readers to discover her art in progress in a new and unexpected way.
INTENSIA’s story began in childhood with a simple radio cassette recorder, a portal to a mesmerizing world where her voice became a powerful way to explore emotions and transform them into melodies.
Her lyrics delve into self-reflection, personal growth, relationships, and empowerment. Themes that reflect the vision of her boutique flagship label, Intensia Music International, which is also dedicated to inspiring others to explore their creative side.
With a high art, down-to-earth attitude, INTENSIA stands for emotional pop tunes that feel like after a meaningful conversation with a good friend. Step into her world at www.intensia.music and you will find a new sonorous companion for life.
Thank you so much for having me. I am truly glad to be here and to share some thoughts with you.
Here is something that might surprise you about the book. If you did not know better, you might think it is simply a collection of modern poetry. But to curate this publication, I carefully selected meaningful and expressive fragments of my lyrics in progress. Each one offers a glimpse into the songs yet to come. There will be emotional, cinematic music between those lines.
This work is not the end of the story, but actually the beginning. It might even be the first publication with no hangover guarantee. It introduces me as a poetic pop music artist and hints at the tracks that will arise from it at a soulful and deliberate pace, one at a time.
If you would like to witness how the magic around these excerpts unfolds, you are warmheartedly invited to join me on Substack for this creative, evolving musical journey. I would be thrilled to see you there and to share with you what is gently forming.
Oh, and one more little surprise. Words to Think. Or to Sing. is only a few months old and has already received an award for poetry. It is also nominated for another one next year in the art category.
I hope you will consider reading it soon. Perhaps also as a unique and budget friendly gift idea for the upcoming season. And if you wish to pair it with something special to complete, the corresponding notebook Place to Think. Or to Write. is offered on its own, for those who like to encourage and wish inspiration.
In Intensity,
Yours,
Intensia
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Benny Reed came back to Waypoint to rebuild a baseball team, not to fall for
Quinn Logan, the hometown girl turned global pop sensation who once wrote songs about him.
Keeping their distance should be easy, but unresolved history, explosive chemistry, and nonstop
attention from everyone make it nearly impossible. Readers who love missed connections and
return-to-hometown romances will fall head over heels for Lineups and Lyrics by Tina Gallagher,
a steamy, small-town sports romance.
Benny Reed has a plan. Quinn Logan isn’t part of it.
Managing an MLB team means building something from the ground up, and that challenge
is exactly what drew him back to Waypoint. He knows the game. He knows the job. And he
knows one rule that’s always served him well: baseball and his personal life don’t mix.
Then he meets Quinn Logan.
She’s Waypoint born and raised.
She’s also a retired pop star with a name the world recognizes.
He doesn’t remember the quiet girl from high school.
She remembers him—and the crush that inspired her first songs.
Getting close is risky.
The town is watching.
The media won’t stay quiet.
And some connections don’t care about timing.
Lineups & Lyrics is a steamy small-town sports romance about missed
connections and unexpected love.
Benny and I stepped into the elevator and the doors slid shut. The car moved maybe two
feet before a dull clang sounded and the motion stopped dead. A single, half-hearted ding
followed—less “arriving at your floor” and more “I tried my best.”
I stared at the panel like it might offer an explanation.
Benny pressed one button, then another.
The lights flickered, then dimmed into a steady glow.
He hit the red emergency call button. A few seconds later, the speaker crackled to life.
“Building security,” a tinny voice said. “Are you stuck in an elevator?”
“Sure looks that way,” Benny said.
“All right. Maintenance will be there within the hour.”
The speaker clicked off, leaving only the hum of the fan.
Benny looked at me and exhaled a slow breath through his nose. “Guess we’re not going
anywhere for a bit.”
“Guess not.”
“Might as well get comfortable,” he said.
He pushed off the wall and sank to the floor, one leg stretched out, forearm resting on his
bent knee.
I hesitated for a second, then slid down the opposite wall. The space between us felt smaller
sitting like this, our legs only a couple of feet apart.
“I like Dane and Marin,” I said.
“Yeah, I think they’ll work out well.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m glad Dane
recommended her. She’s not someone I would’ve normally looked at.”
“Because she’s a woman?” I asked, feigning a gasp.
“Partly,” he admitted, a half-smile tugging at his mouth. “But mostly because her résumé
isn’t what I’d usually go for. Most of her experience is in travel ball and D3 college—not exactly
the traditional path to the majors.”
“Then why’d you hire her?”
“Because I trust Dane. And after talking to her, I believe him when he says she’s the
best.”
“She comes across calm and collected,” I said. “Like nothing shakes her.”
“That was true until you walked in.”
“She was sweet.”
Silence stretched for a beat before he spoke again.
“I take it that happens a lot.”
“More than I ever knew how to handle,” I admitted. “And it still feels strange. Underneath all
of it, I’m just me.”
“You ever miss it? The stage, the spotlight?”
“Sometimes,” I said honestly. “I loved my fans and performing for them. I loved the feeling of
a song connecting with a stadium full of people. The way a show can feel like everyone’s
heartbeat syncing.” I scratched lightly at my wrist, searching for the right words. “But the noise,
the scrutiny, the feeling that every breath had to be on display wore me down, and I needed a
break.”
“Everyone thinks they want the spotlight until they realize how hot it gets.” His eyes met
mine. “Still…walking away takes guts.”
“Or weak knees.” His brow lifted, amused. “I’m serious,” I said, smiling despite myself.
“Those final tour workouts nearly killed me. Dancing in heels under stage lights at forty? That’s
an Olympic sport.”
He laughed quietly, the sound low and easy. For a moment, it felt lighter between us, like the
conversation had traded its weight for something simpler.
“You know, sitting here, it’s hard to picture you as the same person who used to be on all
those magazine covers.”
“That girl had a whole team behind her,” I said with a small laugh. “The lighting, the styling,
the editing—none of it ever felt like me. I just look more like myself now.”
“Looks good on you,” he said. “The real version.”
The words landed softly but lingered. His gaze held, not sharp, just…intent. Curious. Like he
was trying to see all the parts of me I kept tucked away.
“Thanks,” I managed, though my voice came out thinner than I meant it to.
“You make it easy to forget you used to fill stadiums,” he said.
“Good. I just want to be plain old Quinn.”
His mouth curved, slow and sure.
“There’s nothing plain about you, Quinn.”
My heart did an unhelpful fluttery thing, and I tried to steady my breath. He didn’t look away,
and I didn’t want him to.
“Benny—” I started, but whatever I meant to say vanished the second his knee brushed
mine. Funny how something so insignificant could change the temperature of a room. Or, in this
case, an elevator.
He leaned in, close enough that I could catch the warmth of his skin and the faint, clean
scent of his cologne. His gaze flicked to my mouth, then back to my eyes, and for a beat the
world felt balanced on that breath between maybe and almost.
“Quinn,” he said, my name coming out rough, like gravel and hesitation all at once.
The sound of it was enough to undo me a little. I shifted forward just a fraction, and for a
heartbeat, the world went perfectly still. Then the elevator jolted hard. A metallic thunk echoed
through the car as the lights flickered back to full brightness.
The jolt sent me off balance, and I caught myself against the wall. Benny blinked, then let
out a short laugh.
“Perfect timing,” he said.
“Yeah.” My voice came out breathier than I wanted. “Impeccable.”
Wait until I tell Erin the elevator cockblocked me out of kissing Benny Reed.
About Tina Gallagher
Tina Gallagher grew up and continues to live in Northeast Pennsylvania. As a tween, she
and her best friend would create happily ever afters for their favorite soap opera couples.
Eventually, the soap operas lost their appeal, but the writing never did. Before living her dream
as a full-time author, she worked a spectrum of jobs ranging from baking and cake decorating to
marketing and project management. In between creating memorable characters, traveling, and
taking pole dance lessons, Tina enjoys spending time with her two grown children and Golden
Irish named Thea.
