Later Gator

In this blink-and-you-miss-it ‘burg with a population of ninety-nine-point-five (Do not ask.) and a Mayor who can Shift into a seven-foot Pink Bunny in the blink of an eye, I just might have bitten off more than I can chew...

But I absolutely refuse to admit defeat! That chicken-stealing, knife-wielding killer scaring the townsfolk will not get the best of Faith Fairyflower. (Oh, yeah, that’s me.)

I have to be smart. I have to use all my skills. And… I have to avoid bumping into Sherriff Sexy Pants. Dadgummit, if that hunka-hunka-hotness isn’t dogging my every step–and making me all hot and bothered while he’s doing it. Whoever said a Gator Shifter couldn’t make a couple of yards of denim happy they became a pair of Wranglers never met Beauregard St. Croix.

With a mighty swish of my wand and my sisters by my side, it is my mission to rid Hairy Wart, LA of all things nefarious and make the streets safe for everybody–scaled, furry, feathered, or otherwise. And nothing stops Faith Fairyflower–not even a case of L-O-V-E.