Steven Wolfe has had it with that damned cat! The creature keeps getting into his house and he can’t figure out how. To make matters worse, he’s a werewolf so he doesn’t particularly care for four-legged creatures of the feline variety, but the thing is so persistent! How can even a wolf keep his distance when she curls up so trustingly in his lap every night as if she belonged there. Felina Eldridge simply can’t resist the handsome man next door. She knows exactly what he is, and she knows there can never be anything between them. After all, she’s a familiar. She’s destined to mate with a witch and to aid him in all he does. But, damn! What would it be like to bed the handsome Steven Wolfe? Curiosity being ninety percent of a cat’s make-up, Felina sets out to find out exactly what kind of lover a werewolf would make. Throw in a coven determined to see to the happiness of all the supernatural creatures in Mount Bell, and things just snowball from there. And remember, in Mount Bell, things aren’t always what they seem.

Hazel really wants to fulfill her potential and be the witch her Grandma always said she could be. Unfortunately, though her spells always work, they never quite work the way they're supposed to. Drake, the hunky werewolf next door, has been dutifully watching over Hazel for the local coven. He's not convinced she's a witch, until she accidentally turns him into a dog. Of all the indignities. Now she's got his undivided attention, and my oh my how she's grown up. Man, has Drake got an appetite for a certain witch... and it's all for her own good. After all, who ever heard of a virgin witch? Such big teeth you have, Drake. The better to eat you with, my dear...