Jewels of Clay

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. (2025: New covers, new formatting, same story.)

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