Wonky witchcraft, shifter magic, and romance run wild in Misfit Bay, Louisiana.

Workaholic Clara has had enough of the corporate rat race. She yearns for more in life—companionship, laughter, and dare she say love? Leaving all she knows, she moves to Misfit Bay with two friends to start over. Quickly, Clara learns that the climate isn’t the only thing steamy in the South.

Clint is a broken wolf shifter who can’t control his shifting nature. During each full moon, he is forced into his animal form and not released until days later. Outcast from his pack, his life has been lonely until he meets the lovely Clara. Hope grows in his heart that maybe his loneliness might come to an end.

When Clara uses witchcraft to help Clint’s shifting, a sinister plot comes to light that not only pulls them apart, but brings evil to their unsuspecting town. Time is running out for Clara and her friends to figure out how their powers can save the man she loves. If they fail, her new love life in Misfit Bay could come to a premature end.

Chapter 1

Annie’s phone vibrated across the top of her antique oak vanity. Quickly glancing at the notification, she didn’t even bother to stop putting on her silver pentagram pendant. All she needed to see was the name and not the text message. “Asshole,” she grumbled and continued with her task.

It’d been two weeks since he last called. It was obvious he had something or someone else to occupy his time. 

Whatever!

Checking her long, red hair in the mirror one last time, she threw her phone in her purse and grabbed her keys. She was running late, but she managed to take a second to sweep a purple cleansing crystal around her head. The last thing she needed was Frank’s negative energy poisoning her aura. 

Not today, jackass!

Admitting to herself that she was just as guilty for using Frank for his always hard cock and a good time as he was for only calling at his convenience, she smiled. Maybe she would text him back. Maybe. But she certainly didn’t want to be Frank’s last choice. Perhaps dishing out some form of her own special payback later would be more fun.

Work was just around the corner and down a block to the Corner Bar and Grill. Being a waitress might not be glamorous, but the tips from the downtown business crows were insane, and the customers tolerable.

“Nice,” she said, noticing her Friday happy hour regulars were already taking their tables. There was one woman whom she could set a watch by. She was always well-dressed in business attire, serious, no-nonsense glasses, and her long blonde hair was always worn up. Everything about her was nice, tidy, and all business. She came in on Fridays at five, sat at the same small table by the front window, and she was always alone.

“Survived another week, Clara?” Annie asked, half-sitting across from her.

“Survived, that’s about it,” Clara replied, gazing at Annie’s pedant.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you about something. Your pendant. I know this might come off as very personal, and we’ve only known each other in here, but … I’m very curious about what it means.”

“Are you simply curious? Or do you already have some sort of an idea about what it symbolizes?” Annie asked, amused by the business savvy woman suddenly on her back foot over a pendant.

Clara glanced from side to side to make sure the coast was clear before she leaned over the table so she was mere inches from Annie. “Does the pendant mean that you practice witchcraft?” she whispered, flashing a ring with a similar pentagram symbol.

Annie laughed. “And that’s my cackle, I suppose. Are you busy tomorrow morning? We can meet for coffee. There’s a sidewalk café on the opposite corner. It’s probably best if we talk about these sort of things when we have more privacy.”

“Yes, of course. Tomorrow works well. Besides, you’re working right now. Does eight o’clock work for you?” Clara asked.

Annie laughed again. “On a Saturday morning? You are trippin’, girl. Ten, and that’s if I don’t get lucky tonight. Now, can I get you your usual?”

“Yes, please.” Clara smiled back at Annie and relaxed her pose. Annie could practically see the questions running through Clara’s mind.

Her shift finished at eleven, and she was glad for the short walk back to her apartment. Along the way, she was reminded of the unread message from Frank. By the time she tossed her purse on the table, curiosity got the best of her, and she pulled her phone from her bag.

Hey, I’m free tonight for an hour or two. Let me know when you get off work so I can pay you a quick visit.

“Hah. So, he’s free tonight for a quick visit. What the fuck? Who does he think he is?” 

She lit her candles and changed into a silky black robe. Arranging the candles in a semicircle, she sprinkled a brown powder in front of them. Passing the palm of her hand slowly over the power, she called on the spirits to reveal Frank’s secrets.

A woman’s name appeared in the powder. “Of course. I didn’t need magic to know that. Time to play on some good old-fashioned jealousy.” What better way to get back at Frank than to get under someone else? 

It wasn’t like he had meant anything to her. No, this was just to prove a point. That a woman could be with whomever she wanted, whenever she wanted, just like a man. After all, this was the twenty-first century. Slut-shaming was a thing of the past, and Annie wasn’t about to repress her sexual needs or desires just because someone she didn’t give a single fuck about would think she was too promiscuous. 

Fuck that, she thought. Annie had always enjoyed sex, and she wasn’t about to stop now. She scratched that damn itch when it needed to be scratched. 

Annie scrolled through her phone and found the number she’d been looking for. His name was Rick, one of the bartenders at the Corner Bar and Grill. The waitresses had a hard and fast rule despite Rick’s repeated flirtatious attempts to hook up with her. Sleep with any customer you want, but fellow employees were strictly off-limits.

Good thing she hated rules and loved breaking them any chance she got!

She knew how badly Rick wanted her. He’d made it known from the first day he started his job. And she’d be lying if she tried to say he was anything but an absolute hottie. He was about ten years younger than her, still in his twenties. He liked to wear tight jeans and even tighter shirts, which showed off his mouthwatering physique. He had definitely made an appearance during several of her solo play sessions over the last several months. She couldn’t blame him, though, for his attire. His tight jeans and even tighter T-shirt were a good tactic for getting the maximum tips. 

Her timing was perfect. He would be leaving work in a few minutes when his shift ended.

She shot him a quick text, asking him for a quick video chat, putting her plan to make Frank jealous into action. With her candles providing the perfect lighting, Annie opened her robe just enough to display her ample cleavage and waited for him to answer. Thankfully, she didn’t have to wait long.

Rick’s face appeared, and he looked shocked that she had requested a video chat, but it was a good kind of shock. Like a kid who just opened the best Christmas present ever.

“Hey, Rick. I was hoping you could come over and take care of something for me,” she said, tracing her finger along the hem of her robe.

Annie didn’t need to ask Rick twice. As soon as she gave him her apartment number, he was on his way, and within minutes, he was knocking on her door.

“I hope you’re not that fast in bed. Now get in here,” Annie said, gripping his shirt and tugging him inside. She didn’t have a shy bone in her body when it came to getting what she wanted, and she definitely wanted Rick. She didn’t waste a second when it came to letting him know how much she wanted him. With her, there was no teasing, no guessing games. She would tell him exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it.

Her lips crashed against his. He opened it immediately for her. His tongue slipped inside her mouth, searching hers out.

A soft moan slipped from her mouth the second his tongue made contact with hers. She hadn’t expected Rick to be such a skilled kisser. It was a welcome surprise and increased her desire tenfold. 

Breaking away from the kiss, he drank in the sight of her body which had been revealed by her opened robe. “You don’t know how long I’ve thought about ...”

“Shhh.” She pressed her index finger over his lips, stopping him mid-sentence. “Don’t ruin it by talking.” She pressed her lips against his again. Her fingers danced over his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. She kissed a path down his neck to his chest before dropping to her knees. Quickly unfastening his belt and jeans, she pulled them down, freeing his erection.

“This is something I can definitely work with.” She smiled up at Rick. Had she known what he had been packing all along, she might have taken him up on his offer long ago. 

Running her tongue under the shaft, she stroked him up and down. “This will do nicely,” she said, then licked under the sensitive ridge of the swollen head. Licking off the crystal-clear droplet appearing on the tip of his cock, she looked up into his eyes.

“Oh my God, Annie. You are so beautiful. I’ve dreamed of this,” he moaned, running his hands gently through her hair.

Removing him from her mouth, she looked up. “Let’s not make this weird, okay? Tell me to suck your cock, pull my head down on you, tell me you want to fuck my throat. Whatever. But don’t get all mushy. Got it?” Cupping his heavy sac, she took as much of his length as possible into her mouth.

Rick twisted his fingers through her hair, moaning as he pumped his hips back and forth, doing as she had ordered. But, whatever. It wasn’t like he had complained about her demands.

Pulling free, she caught her breath and smiled slyly. “That’s more like it.”

“Now I’m going to sit on the couch, spread my legs, and you’re going to be a good boy and reciprocate until I come on your face, and after that, you are going to fuck my brains out. Can you handle that?” she asked, sitting on the couch.

“I can’t think of anything better.” He knelt in front of her, intently focused as she spread her legs and ran her fingers over her freshly waxed mound.

The second his clit hit her tongue, she tossed her head back in ecstasy. She quickly found herself running her fingers through his hair, grinding herself against his mouth. She had to admit, he certainly appreciated the moment. “That’s it, lick that pussy so good, baby,” she purred, getting more from Rick than she could have ever imagined. 

Though it seemed impossible at the moment to think of anything other than the pleasure she was receiving, she had to remember her plan. Waving her hand, she whispered a spell under her breath. Her phone floated near them so she could magically record the scene. 

Prompted by her praise, he licked and sucked her clit. Sensing her impending climax, he slipped two fingers inside of her.

“That’s it, make me come!” she panted. 

Rick scissored his fingers in and out of her, working her body far better than any of her other temporary lovers. He sent her flying to the moon in seconds flat. Her legs shook. Her breaths hitched in her throat. 

“You taste so fucking sweet. I love the way you melt on my damn tongue,” he said in between licks. 

“Yes! Fuck!” she shouted.

Rick didn’t stop like any other man she had ever been with. He kept going, not giving her so much as a single second to catch her breath before sending her straight into a second climax. 

Oh, he is good! She thought. 

Annie panted, trying to catch her breath as he stood in front of her. Whatever sweetness he displayed earlier was replaced by a wicked hunger in his eyes. 

“Where’s your bedroom?” he asked, lifting her off the couch like she weighed less than a wet noodle. 

“Down the hall and to the left,” she said in between kisses and nips on his lips as he carried her.

Crawling across the bed, she placed herself on her knees with her head face down on the pillow and her ass in the air. “I want every single inch of your cock inside of me now.”

“Now, that’s what I’m talking about. How can I possibly say no to a request like that?” He knelt on the bed behind her and palmed his cock. 

“Now, Rick,” she demanded.

“You are a bossy little thing, aren’t you?” He rubbed his cock from her clit to her ass and back down.

“I am.” She didn’t bother denying it. Not when she’d had better luck in life asking for what she wanted than taking it when it was offered.

“Do you want it nice and slow or hard and fast?” he asked, continuing his teasing.

“How do you think?” she replied, her voice full of sarcasm.

“Just remember, you asked for it.” He rammed his cock balls deep into her heat in one quick move.

“Oh, God!” Annie cried out, not anticipating how much he would stretch her with his impressive girth. 

“Mmm. You are so fucking tight,” he said, grinding his hips, going as deep as possible.

“Fuck!” she moaned, loving the dick.

Rick pulled out and slammed right back into her, rocking her body forward, the headboard bouncing off the wall. Her inner walls clenched around him with each stroke. 

Normally, Annie could last hours before she was ready to climax, but not with Rick. He knew how to use her body like a fucking pro. Hitting that sweet spot with every thrust, she was climbing the damn walls in seconds.

Pushing her hips back against him, she met each of his thrusts and begged for more until her body quivered. 

Before she got too carried away, she whispered a chant under her breath. The sex was just too damn good to not record it. “See what I do when you’re too busy for weeks on end?” she said, smiling into the camera. Her need for payback was still playing in the back of her mind.

Rick’s palm landed on her ass, pulling Annie from her thoughts. She sucked in a sharp breath, not expecting a single kink from the man. Boy, had she been wrong.