When witch for hire, Megan Stephens, is assigned to help the local werewolf pack leader find a mate, she thinks the job will be easy. Get in, get it up and get gone. But when she meets Zack Connor, she realizes her future might have a lot more dog jokes in it than she ever imagined.
"I don't get paid enough to deal with a werewolf that can't get laid."
My boss frowned at me. He was under the mistaken impression that I didn't have enough tact. The truth was, I had no tact.
My co-worker claims that this frownthe one that makes a groove in my boss's forehead the size of the grand canyonis reserved for me.
Who says I'm not special?
"Zackary Connor is the pack master and is willing to make it worth your while for making the trip out there."
I did an eyebrow raise to show mild interest. Hmmm, money? "How long will it take?"
"It shouldn't take longer than a full moon. The problem isn't so much that he can't choose a mate but that he won't."
"It kills me to say this, but has this guy taken a look at my love life? The odds of me being able to help him score seem low to slightly above non-existent."
"Since he doesn't want your advice, it shouldn't be a problem. And let's be clear: he's not paying for your attitude. Go in there, do a little love spell to get this thing going and leave."
"By `this thing' do you mean his penis? Because that's a different spell and, boy, will it cost extra." I gave him my innocent-eyed expression.
He took a deep breath and looked out the window, no doubt fantasizing about being far away from me. He was just too easy to irritate.
Fortunately, I'm the best Wiccan in a two state area. So my personality literally can't get me fired.
"Okay. Here is the file. You are expected to show up tomorrow. How does that work for you?"
"The full moon is four days away! What the heck am I going to get done in four measly days? I thought you meant next month."
"He wants you there now," my boss said flatly and then he turned his shiny bald head back to his computer screen.
I gave him a sarcastic salute and left. Where the hell was I going?