Hungry Fur Love Series

One Witch. One weekend. One seriously sexy Wolf. Let the chaos begin. Can I embrace my destiny as a Seer Witch, save my hometown, and claim my fated mate—all before Monday? You bet my Aunt Edna–sized butt I can! Time to hike up my big girl panties and handle this supernatural s#!tstorm. Being a Castor in Castor's Corner isn't easy. As mayor, I'm always juggling fires—sometimes literal ones. And as one-third of our Witchy Trifecta, it's my job to keep our magical town hidden from humans and protected from supernatural riffraff. That's the plan, anyway. Too bad I was accidentally late to our monthly coven meeting and totally forgot to renew the town's protective barrier. Oops. Now we've got Ghosts, Ghouls, and smoldering-hot Shifters popping up like uninvited party guests. The town kids are terrified of something stalking the cemetery. My besties are freaking out. And Mr. Hottie McFurry—who may or may not be my destined mate—is stirring up all kinds of inappropriate thoughts. Castor's Corner is going off the rails, and guess who has to fix it? That's right. Me. No pressure.

A haunted salon, a broody Bear Shifter, and one very bad hair day. Can magic fix this mess? Will I let a swoony Bear Shifter help me face my past, fix my magic, and save Castor's Corner—again? Ugh. Probably. But I don't have to like it. See, Castor's Corner is special. Magical. And a total pain in my perfectly-toned witchy behind. Some people think I'm just a small-town stylist with a flair for facials and fabulous blowouts. Okay, yes—I'm a goddess with a curling iron, and yes, beauty does matter. But my true gift? Helping people feel like the best version of themselves, inside and out. Magic through makeovers, baby. Still, I'm more than just a killer cut and color. I'm one-third of the trifecta protecting our supernatural town. And lately? Things have been hectic. Ever since we accidentally let down the barrier, we've had a parade of paranormal drama: spooky new neighbors, a mystery ghost in the salon, my new grumpy familiar who hates my guts, and Ryan—the seven-foot-tall, croissant-baking, brown-eyed Bear Shifter who makes me feel all kinds of things I do not have time for. Did I mention he's the only one who can help me channel my out-of-whack powers and save my maybe-grandpa from Purgatory? Now there's a blood moon rising just in time for the town's Halloween Bash, and chaos is coming for us in a glittery, cursed, candy-coated storm. So yeah. My BFFs and I have one job: protect the town. Again. Easy. If I can keep my hands off the Bear.

A curvy Witch, a sinfully smooth Python Shifter, and one naked bonfire away from getting scorched. Will I ever learn to trust my magic, my instincts, and my heart? Growing up witchy in Castor's Corner has always been a mixed bag of perks and pains. Perk #1:  I run a magical bakery in a town full of supernatural sweet tooths. Drawback #1:  Supernatural metabolism? Totally skipped me and my two cousins. Perk #2:  I test new spells and recipes every day. The treats are dangerously delicious. Drawback #2:  They never do what I want—unless gaining a few extra curves counts as spell success. Still, I own every inch of me. Mom always says curvy is as curvy does—and I do curvy damn well. As one-third of our Witchy Trifecta, my job is to help keep Castor's Corner safe from supernatural shenanigans. But ever since we let our magical guard down, things have been a little wild. My cousins found their fated mates, the town's crawling with Shifters, and even our grumpy Ghost, Grandpa Al, seems to be glowing. Me? I'm still single, still baking, and still pretending I don't have it bad for Conrad Boman—an insanely sexy Python Shifter who looks at me like I'm the only dessert on the menu. With the Summer Solstice around the corner, my plate is officially full. Finish the perfect cake for my besties' double wedding. Find out who's setting fires in my bakery. Survive the monthly naked bonfire casting party. Try not to fall tail-over-teakettle for a man who coils when he's flustered. June is heating up fast—and this curvy little baker might just be ready to take the leap. All I have to do is trust myself, and maybe let the Snake in.