I didn’t catch the bouquet, but at forty, I caught something better—
My fated mate.

When my childhood best friend asked me to be her bridesmaid,
I didn’t realize that meant spending a week on a yacht
With her obnoxious, conceited new friends.
Sounds like a trip from hell for a 40-year-old shifter witch—

I hope you love my hand picked book of the day!

Mia