Welcome to the Witches Dishes, where the food is so good you might just scream… The Monroe sisters have finally done it. Opened up their catering business in the quiet town of Blue Moon Bay. Business is amazing. Clients are raving. And life is good… except for the little fact, that business sucks the big one and they literally have no clients to speak of. But they know that if they can just get customers in the door, their wishes will finally come true. Which is why when Generva is told of a new shifter in town who needs a caterer for his party stat, she goes without question. Connor Black is handsome, smart, and intriguing. He’s just Generva’s type. There are just two problems. One, he’s kind of been set up in an arranged shifter marriage on account of his wolf’s never pair bonding. And two, he’s not nice. At all. In fact, first time they met fireworks flew. She can’t stand him. And would never speak to him again, except for the little fact that without him her business might very well go broke before she’s ever even had a chance to prove herself. But in Blue Moon Bay magic happens all the time, and sometimes the person you least expect to like is the one you find you can never live without…

Welcome to the Witches Dishes, where the food is so good you might just scream... Myrtle Monroe is blonde, perky, and beautiful. In fact, if you asked most people they'd call her a harmless butterfly, a little scatter-brained but sweet. But Myrtle wants to prove that she's more than just a pretty face. She needs to help secure a new client to make sure that she and her sister can keep the lights on with the Witches' Dishes. And she thinks she may have just found the perfect mark. There is just one problem, the potential client takes hermit to a whole nother level. First off, he contacts her through a glass of water. Like literally speaks to her through her morning cup of H2O and only says two words, "Help. Me." She might have fibbed to her sisters and told them he was wanting to become their latest client, but for some reason, she feels compelled to help the perfect stranger and if maybe she can convince him to hire her, well, mores the better. But when Myrtle follows the origin of the call to its source she's shocked to discover a placid lake with no signs of life whatsoever. Considering the fact that she lives in a community full of "monsters," he could either be a friend or foe. But Myrtle isn't scared. She aims to prove to her sisters and her town that she's much more than just a flighty witch or pretty face...

Welcome to the Witches Dishes, where the food is so good you might just scream… Rose Monroe is a hopeless romantic with a terrible stutter so meeting men has pretty much been a big fat losing game for her. And that's okay, she's totally decided her fate is just to become the cool aunt someday. She hates crowds and hates speaking, because well... speaking is hard for someone like her. But she's going to do whatever it takes to help herself and her sisters succeed with their new business. Even if that means going to Dracula's house in the dead of night. Really, how scary can he be? He's been asleep for over a thousand years, surely he's mostly petrified. Still, she's no shrinking violet and she can handle one lone vampire, surely. But then she meets him and stares deep into his soulful dark eyes and she starts to think things she's never thought before. She should be focused on food. Because that's her job, right? Food. But in truth, all she can think about is what his fangs might feel like. And just how many women has he seduced in his time? And dear gods above, but what a sexy accent he has. Her hopelessly romantic heart might be in trouble, Dracula is pretty much her dream man come to... semi-life? But he's a lothario. Infamous for all the countless women he seduced and tossed away and no matter what Rose will never be just another notch on a man's belt. Dracula better watch himself, he has no idea the stuttery little witch bites back...