Wishing for a Werewolf

One cozy fall festival + one magical mishap = one grumpy werewolf who’s now stuck with me… forever? When I whisper my three secret desires to the wishing well, I never expect my magic to kick in and screw up epically! With one coin toss, I’m bound to Rune, the hunky werewolf who makes wishes at the same time. Now people in my small town expect me to judge the pumpkin carving contest (have they met me? I don’t have an artistic bone in my body), while he gets to create the town’s hay maze (it’s not like I’ve tried...

One cozy fall festival + one magical mishap = one grumpy werewolf who’s now stuck with me… forever? When I whisper my three secret desires to the wishing well, I never expect my magic to kick in and screw up epically! With one coin toss, I’m bound to Rune, the hunky werewolf who makes wishes at the same time. Now people in my small town expect me to judge the pumpkin carving contest (have they met me? I don’t have an artistic bone in my body), while he gets to create the town’s hay maze (it’s not like I’ve tried to win that honor for years or anything). Worse? Everyone expects me to protect the town from mischievous fae (newsflash: so not my skill set) and begs him for handmade pumpkin spice latte soap (you got it—soap’s totally my thing). The only way to untangle ourselves is to work together and make all our wishes come true. Should be simple, right? Wrong. Because the third wish I made, the one that’s still secret? It’s to find true love. The more time I spend with Rune, the more his touch makes me melt, and an answering heat burns in his eyes. But are his feelings real or just another magical mix-up?

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