A wolf shifter thinks I'm his mate.
Not going to happen.
I'm half-siren and all single. No way am I giving up my freedom for some delusional furball.
Even if he's kind of cute. And considerate. And has warm eyes.
Besides, I have enough going on with running my retro rock club. And when an unexpected relative shows up there one night, it shakes me to the core.
The last thing I need is to add another complication to my life, especially something as mundane as monogamy.
Book Author: Lisa Carlisle
A delusional dragon shifter thinks I need his help.
Ha. I'm a detective. Why would I need help from an exotic dancer on a case that involves dark magic? We're searching for demons, not dollars.
Lucas is persistent, as if he’s burned his brain flying too close to the sun.
But I don't need this scaly shifter's help solving crimes. Or his all-too-personal attention.
Even if he almost entrances me while he dances by rolling his amazingly chiseled abs...
Such fine abs.
No, focus. Demons are a bigger threat than my dry spell.
So whatever he's offering, is a big, fat nope.
A hapless witch. A broken vampire.
And a mysterious death that brings them under the same roof.
When I learn I’ve inherited a house in Salem, I’m sure it’s a mistake.
Besides, I have zero desire to return to a town where I’m an outcast.
The surprises continue when I meet my tenants, including a broody vampire and a foodie wolf shifter.
But I’m only staying around long enough to sell my long lost aunt’s house.
Even when they convince me to go to a Halloween ball.
Even when I agree to pretend to be the vampire’s girlfriend.
Even when I discover his softer and oh-so-sexier side.
Because a witch without magic in Salem makes as much sense as a pig with wings. And I’ve never seen one fly.