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♥ found family
?????“This book is now my entire personality. Thecozy cutenessmade me squeal, the funny parts made megiggle, andthe romance had me kicking my feet. The spice was next level andmelted my ereader.”
WISHING FOR A WEREWOLF
♥ grumpy sunshine
♥ forced to work cozy fall festival together
♥ werewolf x witch
♥ knotting, primal chase, partially shifted spice
♥ mischievous mini-goat familiar
♥ found family
?????“A joyful, laugh-out-loud read, pure serotonin from beginning to end!It’s swoony, spicy, and justthe kind of cozy fantasy romance that makes you want to curl up with a blanket and never put it down.”
DANCING WITH THE DRAGON
♥ grumpy sunshine
♥ they’re sucked into a romance book & have to act out the plot
♥ dragon shifter x plus-size witch
♥ age gap
♥ knotting, flying spice, tail play, dual peens
♥ sassy talking cat familiar & found family
?????“This book is everything I need right now! It’s hilarious, spicy and so cozyI want to move to Ferndale Falls and never return!My top read of the year!It’s going to take a miracle for any other book to top this one!”
Want more spicy grumpy sunshine romances set in this same world? Eager to find out what happened when human witches like Naomi met their orc husbands in Faerie? Dive into a completed series packed with spicy romance, humor, adventure, found family, magic, talking animal friends, and a cozy orc village: Brides of the Moon Blade Clan!
Or read on for a sneak peek from book one,Bound to the Orc Warlord:
“Shit. Shit. Shit!”
I careen into a treetop, the pine needles scraping across bare skin. The thin trunk hits me in the chest, and I wrap my arms and legs around it instinctively, holding on for dear life as it whips back and forth under the force of my impact.
Finally, it comes to a stop, and I let out a relieved sigh. I’m no longer stuck in the middle of the air.
Nope. Now I’m stuck like a cat up a tree.
The clearing’s really far below. I’m still weightless, but if I hold on to the branches, can I climb down to the ground? And then what—cling to this tree trunk for the rest of my life?
I push myself down, my front sliding along the trunk. Thank god I wore my cute low-top sneakers instead of sandals to sneak around the boss’ office. They didn’t do me any good there, but they’re sure helping now. My favorite green dress is a bit more of a problem. I love the flowy skirt that flares out when I spin, but it’s flowing a littletoomuch right now, sliding up to my waist and flashing my butt. At least there’s no one around to see.
Before I get very far, a small black bird lands on a tuft of needles beside me, its head tilting until it pins me with one startling red eye. It opens an equally red beak and stares at me for several seconds.
I’m an animal lover, but a shiver of unease trickles down my spine.
“Stop being silly, Ashley,” I whisper and wave at the bird to scare it away.
A sharp beak peck like a needle of pain makes me yank my arm back. A drop of blood wells from the top of my hand. A matching glisten of liquid gleams on its beak. Then a thick black tongue licks at the blood.
