No more dating shifters—at least, that’s what I promised myself after the last one met his mate while dating me. He wasn’t the first—fate seemed to enjoy smacking me upside the head whenever I dared to cross the species line. So when a handsome wolf shifter with a few extra years of experience comes walking into my bakery, I shouldn’t agree to go on a date with him.

Especially not because he’s only in town for the biggest wedding of the year.

The one where his son is the groom. The one between my last boyfriend and his fated mate.

Did I say fate liked to smack me upside the head? Try burying me in the rubble of my past mistakes instead. Like father, like son had never been so wrong…or so right.

Try everything once. That’s my rule in life, food, and dating. I never miss the opportunity to have a new adventure, play with the right flavor profiles, or spend an evening with the perfect guy. Who needs Mr. Right when there are a thousand Mr. Right Nows running around? So, when a handsome man with heat in his eyes and a little silver in his hair comes waltzing into my bakery, I know I’m in trouble.


He’s annoying. 
He’s rude.
 He’s demanding.


And he just might be the perfect match for me.


Too bad he’s a dragon shifter, and dragons don’t do the whole fated mate thing. But maybe rules–mine and his–are meant to be broken.

I’m supposed to be the nice sister. The good one. The girl everyone can count on and who rallies the troops whenever one of us needs a little boost. I’m not supposed to be anything other than sweet. I’m not the one secretly pining for a man twice my age. A man who shifts into a bear at whim and runs the whole darn town with a calm sort of confidence never before seen in Kinship Cove. But I do pine. I pine hard.

And when I make bad decisions because of that, I become the sister with a burden bigger than she can carry.

And a secret.

What would you do if you needed money fast? What wouldn’t you do?

I won’t sell my body. So instead, I’ll sell the closest thing I can—to whoever has the right amount of cash.

And I’ll cross my fingers and hope the bear shifter who refuses to see me as anything other than sweet never finds out.

It sucks to be invisible. In the diner my family owns, I’m just the sister who gets stuff done. My entire skulk seems to forget about me on a weekly basis. So color me tickled when the fates drop my fated mate—a hunky, nerdy-hot wolf shifting professor—directly in my path. But not all matings go as planned, mine included.


He’s smart, he’s hot, and he’s decided to use our bond for research instead of actually getting to know me. And did I mention he used to buy my best friend’s worn undergarments? Thanks for that, fates.


Undies aside, my wolf shifter professor is about to learn his toughest lesson ever—never go up against a fox shifter in a battle of wit or will. We’re sneaky, smart, and not afraid to take an opponent to the mattresses to win a battle.