The Witch & the Hound
Some women get flowers. I got a hot flash in the toy aisle and a monster manager who carried me out like I was precious cargo.
My name is Maggie.
I’m forty-two. I make soap. I live in a witchy, seaside town that’s still figuring out how to handle the monsters who showed up after the Convergence.
And I just face-planted in SuperMart surrounded by screaming children who thought Merida was spontaneously combusting.
Enter Bram.
Horns: check. Tail: check. Amber eyes that see right through my hot mess exterior: double check.
He scooped me up, drove me home, and somehow ended up in my kitchen eating homemade bread while I tried to keep my hormones in check.
But when a monster man looks at you like you’re the answer to every question he’s been afraid to ask? When his careful hands and wolfish instincts make you feel claimed and cherished all at once?
Well.
Some mistakes are worth making twice.
A short & steamy monster romance featuring a perimenopausal witch who refuses to apologize, a barghest who’s been useful for too long and needs to be wanted instead, knotting with feelings, and a small town that’s about to get an education in interspecies dating.
Warning: This book contains explicit content, creative anatomy, and a hero whose tail has opinions. Readers who prefer doors closed, should probably sit this one out.
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