by Sheryl Winters
Fhina and Wulfar have a little problem.
On their wedding night, at the stroke of midnight, Wulfar changes into his shifted wolf form and cannot shift back. Not even to communicate with the woman he loves.
Fhina, upon waking the day after their mating, no longer recognizes her mate. Pregnant and confused, she’s convinced herself her mate has run away and left her to live alone. With his dog.
Can the cursed pair find a counter charm before Fhina gives birth? Will Wulfar be able to curb his inclination to run?
Or will their mutual curses break up their love affair before it’s really even started.
Roane Publishing http://www.roanepublishing.com/purr-fect-mating.html
A fantastic fantasy story that I enjoyed the short but satisfying nature of. It had it all witches, shifters, curses and magic, I really loved how it felt like a full length novel.
I’m a total sucker for fated mates and Fhina and Wulfar were definitely that. This story had an original twist with some pretty hefty curses on both main characters and I enjoyed watching how they figure out a way around them. I really loved the way the story twisted and turned, and I definitely recommend this story!
I received a copy for the purpose of review. I was not compensated for my review.
“It’s just…Wulfy’s missing, and I thought—” The words stick in my throat. What if she won’t help? How will I ever find him?
“He’s what?” In the background, I can hear loud thumps and shouting. “I’m getting the duct tape out. I’ll use it this time, I swear it!”
“You will not.” I bite back a giggle.
“I might. You have no idea what I’m putting up with. They spent all week at Mom’s, and she hyped them up on pixie sticks and soda. I’ve exhausted a whole day peeling them off the ceiling. I’m just hoping when it wears off they’ll sleep for a week.”
“Good luck with that.”
“Did you say Wulfy is missing? How long’s he been gone? He’s probably off for a long run. Wolves do that, you know? Remember how Mom used to take off for days, leaving us with Aunt Ginger? Always claiming she was out hunting, when she was really in Vegas gambling?”
“But, I haven’t seen him in days.” I shove the notepad back and forth across the table.
“Did you, uhm…snap at him?”
“Well, fess up. What happened?”
“Nothing. I was on the phone with Mom and I uh…” I try to remember the conversation. “I told her about the doggy bowl I got for Wulfy. I even gave him the fancy new dog food I got for him. He scratched at the door and I let him out.”
“You got him a dog bowl?” Bella chokes.
“Well, yes. I thought it was a nice thing to do.”
Honestly, wolves. They never make sense, even in human form. Of course, I gave Wulfy a dog bowl, how else do you show a dog you love them? One can’t go around petting them 24/7.
Sheryl Winters lives in a small town in Alaska. She grew up in the midst of old country story tellers, so you might say writing comes naturally to her. She is known for writing paranormal romances with a twist. Her writing inspiration often comes from the great outdoors of Alaska and she enfolds bits of it into her stories. For further inspiration, she has raised a menagerie of cats and dogs to the aged spirits they have become.
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