Ghosting the Griffin

When the lines are blurred between the dead and the living
Can love find a way for a ghost and a griffin?

Galina
When I drank the "harmless" punch at the Screaming Woods annual Halloween party, I never expected to wind up dead. Other townspeople grew tails and claws. Not me. Nope. I'm trapped in a realm between life and death. Doomed to wander in search of a cure for the curse. Which is pretty damn complicated when no one can see or hear me. No one except Xander, the town's grumpy reclusive carpenter.

Xander
Transforming into a griffin robbed me of a natural existence. Now I keep to myself in the woods, making my hand-carved furniture. My fragile peace shatters when an ethereal beauty manifests before my eyes in the abandoned guest house on the edge of town. Galina's innocent blue eyes and pure soul make a mockery of my vow never to love again. Her heart may not be beating, but she breathes new life into mine, and I'll move heaven and hell to keep my soulmate by my side.