Mature Fantasy Romance

My divorce from my controlling ex was final, but I had one last thing to check off on my list: Covering the tattoo of his name on my inner hip. I’d made an appointment with a fellow female, but she was overbooked and referred me to her colleague: Her ripped, gorgeous, very male colleague. Her ripped, gorgeous, very male colleague. My skin flushed thinking of him working so close to an intimate spot, but Brody was a complete professional—both during the appointment, and between my sheets days later.

I definitely wasn’t there to find a new man, but when I felt my cheeks burning at the sight of him I knew it wasn’t just another damn hot flash. So when he asked me to go back to his place to ring in the new year, he didn’t have to ask twice. But we ended up sharing much more than one wild night. I’m technically old enough to be a grandmother, but now I’m pregnant.

I thought Gage and I were destined to be together forever. Until he rejected me and abandoned our pack. I found my fated mate over twenty years ago, but got impatient waiting for him to admit his feelings. In my infinite teen wisdom, I cast a love spell to give him a nudge. But my plan failed miserably when I botched it, And Gage rejected me in front of our whole pack instead.

An introvert like me had no business giving readings on stage, trying to prove myself to skeptical strangers—like the hunk across the room arching his silvery brow at me. The stormy-eyed firefighter asked for my help, looking for clues about his fallen comrade’s death. But the moment I envisioned bear paws instead of his buddy’s hands, weirdly enough, I made a believer out of him. I thought that was the last I'd see of Hugh, until he showed up at my door, wanting to know if I could tell him more—and then showing me a wild night neither of us would ever forget.