Hungry As A Python

A curvy witch, a sinfully smooth python shifter, and one naked bonfire away from getting scorched.
Will I ever learn to trust my magic, my instincts, and my heart?
Growing up witchy in Castor’s Corner has always been a mixed bag of perks and pains.
Perk #1: I run a magical bakery in a town full of supernatural sweet tooths.
Drawback #1: Supernatural metabolism? Totally skipped me and my two cousins.
Perk #2: I test new spells and recipes every day. The treats are dangerously delicious.
Drawback #2: They never do what I want—unless gaining a few extra curves counts as spell success.
Still, I own every inch of me. Mom always says curvy is as curvy does—and I do curvy damn well.
As one-third of our witchy trifecta, my job is to help keep Castor’s Corner safe from supernatural shenanigans. But ever since we let our magical guard down, things have been a little wild.
My cousins found their fated mates, the town’s crawling with shifters, and even our grumpy ghost Grandpa seems to be glowing.
Me? I’m still single, still baking, and still pretending I don’t have it bad for Conrad Boman—an insanely sexy python shifter who looks at me like I’m the only dessert on the menu.
With the Summer Solstice around the corner, my plate is officially full.
Finish the perfect cake for my besties’ double wedding
Find out who’s setting fires in my bakery
Survive the monthly naked bonfire casting party
Try not to fall tail-over-teakettle for a man who coils when he’s flustered
June is heating up fast—and this curvy little baker might just be ready to take the leap.
All I have to do is trust myself, and maybe let the snake in.