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.

Autumn Sinclair arrived in Celestial Pines to cleanse haunted houses—not fall for brooding innkeeper Dorian Hawthorne and his unsettlingly cozy, mildly possessed Briar Hollow Inn. Dorian wasn’t supposed to be charming, funny, or protective. He was supposed to be gloomy, mysterious, and maybe a little tragic. But from their first meeting, with his golden eyes and flannel-wrapped muscles, he was dangerously warm—and undeniably intriguing. As Autumn dove into the inn’s haunted past, she uncovered secrets older than the town itself, ones tied to a curse rooted in lost love and betrayal. Spirits lingered, not out of malice, but fear—a warning that history might repeat itself. Together, Autumn and Dorian faced truths hidden in the whispers of restless ghosts. But with the curse tightening its hold, Autumn had to could she risk her guarded heart for a man who made her believe she finally belonged? Or was history bound to repeat, dragging them both into its haunted embrace? Welcome to Celestial Pines, where cozy meets paranormal, and love whispers through the veil.

Sylvie Sage had one never mix love with magic. But when a love-warding candle misfires and binds her to Nicholas Whitmore—the town’s flirtiest tiger shifter—Sylvie finds herself stuck in a magical bond she never wanted… and can’t break. He’s chaos in a leather jacket. She’s order in a maxi skirt. And the universe? Apparently determined to tangle their fates like an overgrown vine spell. Sylvie is desperate to undo the connection before her magic combusts—or worse, before her heart starts to trust the one man she swore she’d never fall for. But the bond won’t budge. And the more time they spend together, the more the sparks start to feel suspiciously like something real. Now all Sylvie has to do is keep her candles from exploding, her tiger shifter from looking too good in flannel, and her heart from making the same mistake twice. Because the magic might not care what she wants… But it absolutely knows who she needs. Read on accidental bindings, stubborn witches, tiger shifters with commitment issues, magical gossip, and a love spell that may have a mind of its own. One runaway spell. One reluctant mate bond. HEA guaranteed.