When a spellbound fae scholar crashes a rogue summoning circle and ends up magically tethered to Celestial Pines’ grumpiest shifter, sparks don’t just fly…
They explode under a full moon.
Lillith Verdan was supposed to cast one simple summoning. Quiet. Contained. Curse-free. But fate—and Dominic Kane’s ill-timed swagger—had other plans. One accidental ritual detonation, one proximity curse, and now they’re stuck thirty feet from each other until further notice. He’s the town’s reluctant Warden with a lion’s temper and a reputation for running solo. She’s chaos in boots, sarcasm on legs, and the only woman who’s ever made his instincts purr.
They try to keep their distance. They fail spectacularly.
Now the woods are waking, a fae prince is sniffing around, and the bond that shouldn’t exist is starting to feel a little too real.
Because magic may have cursed them
But falling might be the part they chose.
