Those who don’t know me assume that I’m human, I have a human body. Human needs. A human head as long as the sun is up.
Whisper Grove is a safe haven for humans and all kinds of paranormals alike, so when I moved here, I thought I’d have a chance of finding my mate—jack-o’-lantern head and all. Yeah.
My head turns into a pumpkin at night. Not really the way to get a date, much less a mate.
I was cursed by a mage after refusing his magical kiss, so, as the sun bows out for the day, my head becomes a large, round, orange fruit. Sexy, right?
If I don’t find a mate before my thirtieth birthday, this damned thing will become permanent. I’ll always have a pumpkin head if Fate doesn’t step in. I’m doing everything I can.
Going to our small town’s festivals. Being social when I can. Visiting the local watering hole where tourists always go.
Maybe a wish on the autumn moon will bring me my omega—or maybe I’m doomed to live this curse out until the end.
