Bøker av Cat Collins

Two characters. Two stories. One curse.Fallon's Light Roast: Having a wreck and getting a ticket were just the beginning of my problems. Wait, no, just the beginning of my curse, if you could believe that nonsense. I didn't have the time or the brainpower to believe in curses. I had a new coffee shop to run and bills to pay, including a ticket for the wreck I didn't cause. Imagine my surprise when I started seeing people's futures in their coffee cups. Didn't have a choice about believing in that stupid curse then. When I saw the future of my hottest customer featuring me on my, ahem, knees, I suddenly wasn't sure if disbelieving was a good thing. That was definitely a future I could support.Esme's Black Tea: Everyone in Between knew about the witch's cursed bird. Heck, my family's business profited every time that bird appeared. I just never thought it would show up in my life. At the worst time ever. I'd been on my way to break up with my boyfriend and put Between in my rearview when the Wayward Warbler struck, chaining me to the town until I got rid of the curse. I figured it would be easy, but when I started actually seeing people's pasts in my tea leaves, including the grease monkey fixing my car and the past we'd shared, easy was the last thing it was.Welcome to Between, Nevada, where the residents know there are two sides to every curse.This is a steamy novel for mature readers that contains two overlapping stories-one with light rom-com vibes and the other one dark. Together they tell a complete tale.

A lumberjack yeti, Jack Frost, and the North Pole's sexiest elf (three years running) walk into a cabin...I, Vixen, the Vixen, was sent to the Holidays Inn (not that one) to "chillax" by none other than Santa. I wouldn't have needed the forced vacation if my ex, Rudy had kept his nose out of his ex's Clare's p-ockets. Her pockets.Because he's a dirtbag, I'm here biding my time until I "get my Christmas spirit back." Santa, however, isn't content to let me sip holiday drinks by the fire. Nope. He designed some ridiculous games for the guests at the inn. Now I'm stuck on a team with a yeti, Jack Frost and the North Pole's sexiest elf.We have to do a challenge per day for the next twelve days. If I don't participate and become all Christmasy again, I'll be kicked off Santa's fleet for good. What would a reindeer shifter do then? Open an online store and sell knitted tissue box cozies? (Ahem, that's what Clare does.)I have no choice, so I'll play Santa's reindeer games. But I don't know how I'll win. My teammates are distracting. All of them-yep, I said all-are trying to get me under the mistletoe, if you know what I mean. Each of them has something special I'd like to explore, but having a man in my life is what got me here in the first place. Now there's three?Ho, ho, and ho.I know one thing for sure: I definitely want to take back that Best Boss Ever mug I got Santa for Christmas.This is a fun steamy romp full of Christmas shenanigans, candy cane crossing, and enough jingle bell ringing to get you in the mood for a Christmas...or three.

Sometimes whispers speak louder than screams. Terra: >Welcome to Aetheria, Terra. You may be finally cracking up. Wells: >This steamy paranormal romance book ups the spice and the angst for the characters. The series is perfect for fans of Jaymin Eve, Leia Stone, Kelly St. Clare or the "twisted sisters."

Desperation drove me to insanity. It's the only reason I can give for my quest to be admitted into the magic Conclave. If I hadn't been facing the repossession of my grandmother's home, with zero career prospects and flat broke thanks to some Mageforesaken magic BS, I wouldn't have ended up in a werewolf camp facing my almost-assured destruction. Yet here we are. To prove my-and my species-worth to the Conclave, I entered a magic Perception contract with the surliest of the pack's beta wolves. All I have to do is complete four specially designed-ahem, impossible-trials for the sizzling and frustrating beta and I get into the Conclave and out of my financial mess. If I fall short? Well, let's just say, I don't get to go back to my life knowing I tried my best. Nope. He gets to kill me the moment he deems me unworthy. My poor departed Gram's Magic 8-Ball would say: Outlook not so good. If I can't use my gnome craftiness-yeah, I said gnome and no, I don't have a pointy red hat-my epitaph will read 'Here lies Terra Youngblood. She died drooling over a wolfhole with purple eyes and insane abs. At least the view was nice on the way out.' This is a steamy, slow-burn romance with enemies to lovers and a pack of hot shifters, full of humor, heart, and heat. It's perfect for fans of Zodiac Academy, Kelly St. Clare or Leia Stone. Or anyone who ever used a Magic 8-ball. 5* REVIEWS FROM ADVANCE READERS: Absolutely loved the story I couldn't put it down. -MC I loved every second of the book. And she really knows how to have the readers get hooked on the story and characters. -excerpt from a Goodreads review