When a hunky, human rock star stands up at his best friend’s wedding, he never expects to encounter vampires, werewolves, and the woman of his dreams. But she’s not what she seems… she’s half a faerie.
Will Rossi was the male half of the hottest singing-songwriting team in the country, until his ex-partner split up their act and left a trail of unflattering stories in her wake. With paparazzi hounding him and creditors harassing him, Will desperately needs a change of luck.
Traveling to the Midwest for his buddy’s wedding isn’t the lucky break Will had in mind—until he meets the wedding planner—and now he can’t stop thinking about Cassia Spellman. Whatever it takes, Will must see her again, but first he’s getting his eyes examined—because everyone in her quirky town appears to have fur, fangs, or wings.
Single mom Cassia has her hands full raising her faerie daughter and planning weddings for Door County’s supernatural population. The last thing she needs is Will Rossi in her life, with his velvety brown eyes and stubbled jawline.
Besides, she can’t fall for him anyway—he’s human, she’s half faerie—and the elder council would never approve. Since Cassia and Will could never be together, she’s determined to stop thinking about him.
Why can’t Rossi the Rocker just take a hint and go away?
If you’re looking for sweet, slow-burn romance with swoony kisses, second chances, and funny, heartwarming characters, don’t miss the Faeries of Door County, a clean paranormal romance series for fans of K. M. Shea and Dusty Rose. Set in the same interconnected world, each book is a happily-ever-after standalone story that can be read in any order.
Will’s POV: Excerpt from Chapter 19, “Snow Squalls and Snowballs,” Half a Faerie
“Here, allow me.” I send half a dozen snowballs whizzing after the boys’ retreating backs.
“Well done!” Cassia’s uncle chuckles. “They’ll be ready for hot cocoa soon enough.”
Cassia scoops up some snowballs and dashes after a couple of lads attempting an end-run around us. I chase after her, ostensibly to lend a hand with the snow fight, but mostly to stay near her. She tosses her snowballs at the two boys, hitting both in the back. Laughing, they quickly disperse.
Cassia pulls her arm back again, spins around, and lets loose another snowball that lands squarely in my face. She’s hit me on purpose! I’m momentarily stunned as icy water blurs my shades and drips into my eyes. I decide to milk this opportunity for all it’s worth.
“Foul ball!” I cry, clutching my face.
Cassia runs up to me. “Oh, Will, I’m so sorry! I was aiming for your chest. Are you okay?”
Shielding my face with one hand, I turn away, moaning. As Cassia tries to pull my hand away to inspect the damage, I bring my other hand up and shove a fistful of snow inside the back of her jacket.
Cassia yelps, “Cheater!” and gives me a push.
I topple backward into a snowbank. Cassia loses her footing and falls down on top of me. She’s so stunning in this moment, with snowflakes on her eyelashes and her cheeks flushed with cold, I’m rendered speechless.
I wrap my arms around her waist and hug her to myself. My pulse is pounding so hard I’m sure she must feel it through the layers of winter clothing. Our noses are nearly touching, and my breath becomes ragged. Her lips part, probably in surprise, as I tilt my head and gently kiss her.
The warmth of her mouth against mine ripples through me like a heat wave. As I lean in to deepen the kiss, a pile of wet snow lands on our heads.
Cassia breaks free of my arms and jumps up, shaking the snow out of her long, honey-colored hair. She points at someone behind my head, scoops up some snow, and shouts, “Jake! You’re gonna pay for that!”
Jake laughs. “Not if you can’t catch me.”
A low moan escapes from me as Cassia runs off, chasing after her brother, who clearly doesn’t want me chasing after his sister.
If Cassia doesn’t have a word with Jake soon and tell him to butt out, I will.
A short while later our team is declared the winner, and everyone troops back to the Sit for a Spell Café, stomping boots on the mats near the entrance and pulling off sodden mittens and caps.
I pause to take a sniff. Mingled with the delicious aroma of chocolate, cinnamon, and butter, I detect the not-so-pleasant odor of damp dog fur. I quickly scan the café but find no huge sled dogs on the premises. I see the gargoyles have changed positions though; now they’re leaning forward, their noses wrinkled, as if they, too, detect wet canines close at hand.
I notice Jake, who scratches his neck as he nods in my direction. I set my jaw and give him a curt nod in return. Jake may be the mayor of Riddle Hill, but there’s nothing he can say or do that’ll dissuade me from pursuing Cassia Spellman.
“Here, allow me.” I send half a dozen snowballs whizzing after the boys’ retreating backs.
“Well done!” Cassia’s uncle chuckles. “They’ll be ready for hot cocoa soon enough.”
Cassia scoops up some snowballs and dashes after a couple of lads attempting an end-run around us. I chase after her, ostensibly to lend a hand with the snow fight, but mostly to stay near her. She tosses her snowballs at the two boys, hitting both in the back. Laughing, they quickly disperse.
Cassia pulls her arm back again, spins around, and lets loose another snowball that lands squarely in my face. She’s hit me on purpose! I’m momentarily stunned as icy water blurs my shades and drips into my eyes. I decide to milk this opportunity for all it’s worth.
“Foul ball!” I cry, clutching my face.
Cassia runs up to me. “Oh, Will, I’m so sorry! I was aiming for your chest. Are you okay?”
Shielding my face with one hand, I turn away, moaning. As Cassia tries to pull my hand away to inspect the damage, I bring my other hand up and shove a fistful of snow inside the back of her jacket.
Cassia yelps, “Cheater!” and gives me a push.
I topple backward into a snowbank. Cassia loses her footing and falls down on top of me. She’s so stunning in this moment, with snowflakes on her eyelashes and her cheeks flushed with cold, I’m rendered speechless.
I wrap my arms around her waist and hug her to myself. My pulse is pounding so hard I’m sure she must feel it through the layers of winter clothing. Our noses are nearly touching, and my breath becomes ragged. Her lips part, probably in surprise, as I tilt my head and gently kiss her.
The warmth of her mouth against mine ripples through me like a heat wave. As I lean in to deepen the kiss, a pile of wet snow lands on our heads.
Cassia breaks free of my arms and jumps up, shaking the snow out of her long, honey-colored hair. She points at someone behind my head, scoops up some snow, and shouts, “Jake! You’re gonna pay for that!”
Jake laughs. “Not if you can’t catch me.”
A low moan escapes from me as Cassia runs off, chasing after her brother, who clearly doesn’t want me chasing after his sister.
If Cassia doesn’t have a word with Jake soon and tell him to butt out, I will.
A short while later our team is declared the winner, and everyone troops back to the Sit for a Spell Café, stomping boots on the mats near the entrance and pulling off sodden mittens and caps.
I pause to take a sniff. Mingled with the delicious aroma of chocolate, cinnamon, and butter, I detect the not-so-pleasant odor of damp dog fur. I quickly scan the café but find no huge sled dogs on the premises. I see the gargoyles have changed positions though; now they’re leaning forward, their noses wrinkled, as if they, too, detect wet canines close at hand.
I notice Jake, who scratches his neck as he nods in my direction. I set my jaw and give him a curt nod in return. Jake may be the mayor of Riddle Hill, but there’s nothing he can say or do that’ll dissuade me from pursuing Cassia Spellman.
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She’s the woman he can’t forget. He’s the man she can’t forgive. When she returns home to help her ailing father, sparks fly... along with tail fins, fur, and fangs.
Mona Lisa DeMaris is a witty mermaid who loves to travel and never got over that one guy from high school. She’s on temporary leave from her cruise director job to help her ailing father run Mooncrest Inn, the only five-star resort in Wisconsin designed for supernatural guests.
Jake Grayclaw Spellman is a werewolf alpha who’s afraid of commitment and never got over that one girl from high school. He’s also the fire chief and mayor of Riddle Hill, a supernatural village in Door County.
When Mona accidentally “wins” a date with Jake on New Year’s Eve, the evening ends in disaster... but not before feelings they’ve buried for years begin to resurface.
While Mona is more convinced than ever Jake is the last man she could ever love... Jake is absolutely certain Mona is the only woman for him.
But how will a Midwestern werewolf persuade a mermaid with wanderlust not to return to the sea?
If you’re looking for sweet, slow-burn romance with swoony kisses, second chances, and funny, heartwarming characters, don’t miss the Faeries of Door County, a clean paranormal romance series for fans of K. M. Shea and Dusty Rose. Set in the same interconnected world, each book is a happily-ever-after standalone story that can be read in any order.
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Toni is a closed door author. She writes clean fantasy and sweet paranormal romance stories featuring sassy women, swoony heroes, twisty plots, and happy endings.Her novels have won multiple awards, including six B.R.A.G. Medallions, Silver & Bronze Medals in The Wishing Shelf Book Awards, and two Gold Medals in the Global Book Awards.
She makes her home in a small village along the shores of Lake Michigan with her handsome husband.
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