Sweet Spot
A fake mating pact between two wolf shifters turns into something dangerously real and deliciously heated in this steamy paranormal romcom.
Dolly Pierce needs a mate. And she needs one fast.
Usually, Dolly second-guesses every step she takes, but even she can tell things have officially gone from bad to worse when she finds herself seeking life advice from her pet parrot. When her dream bakery goes up for sale—and the old-fashioned owner has one very particular condition: she’ll only sell it to a mated pair, Dolly does the bravest thing she’s ever done. She lies through her fucking teeth.
~
Noah Thompson knows he shouldn’t crave the wild, excitable woman that is Dolly Pierce.
For one, she’s everything he should stay away from—bright where he is guarded, impulsive where he is careful, and far too good at getting under his skin. For seconds, she‘s his best friend's younger sister. So when Dolly asks him to pretend to be her mate, saying no should be easy.
It isn’t.
And the longer they pretend, the harder it becomes to remember that it’s all a lie. Especially with Dolly suddenly smelling less like trouble, and more like the one thing he can’t resist: An Omega in heat.
Read
Chapter: NOAH: SMELLS LIKE TROUBLEGrowing up, I was always told that bad luck comes in threes. At this point, I might just become a believer. It started earlier this month, when I tripped and fell down the hospital stairs while rushing to meet a patient, and was forced to take some "much needed" time off, even though I was perfectly fine. Then came the bloody wedding invitation, arriving like something out of a horror show. And last came the twenty-minute voice notes from Albert Sterling Reid, the man I have the displeasure of calling my father, threatening unspeakable things if I didn't accept the invite and head down to MeadowLark immediately. Albert Reid is a controlling motherfucker who needs to control everyone and everything around him. A fifty-nine-year-old child in an adult's body who never got used to the concept of being told no. In simpler words, a fucking narcissist. When the invitation arrived, I knew better than to think he'd give me space to process it. I wouldn't be surprised if he was behi
Last Updated: 2026-10-17
Chapter: DOLLY: LATE PRESENTATION"Well, the good news is, you're not dying." The doctor, who I've come to know as Lucy, says it in a tone far too jovial for a sentence involving mortality."Oh. Okay." I glance around the sterile white room. The posters of different illnesses and their progressive stages do very little to improve my mood. One of them, a cross-section of a very unhappy liver, seems to be judging me. The air smells of antiseptic and cheap lavender hand sanitizer, and somewhere beyond the door a phone rings and rings with nobody to answer it.Lately, very little has improved my mood. I chalked it up to stress over my meeting with Gina, the one where I finally make her keep her side of our deal, but then the headaches came. Then the headaches got worse. Then the nausea, the itching, and the dizziness. I still wouldn't be here if Fiona hadn't suspected me of carrying something infectious and threatened me with bodily harm if I didn't get myself checked out."I mean, I kind of hoped I wasn't," I add, when
Last Updated: 2026-10-13
Chapter: DOLLY: HARDER, BABY."Nothing!" I say, far too quickly for it to actually be nothing.There's a pause on the other end of the line. I can almost hear Oscar's brows lift, then his eyes narrow in suspicion.I push away from the table and retreat to my bathroom, the only place soundproof enough to get through this conversation safely. Don't ask me what the builders were thinking when they made the bathroom more soundproof than the bedroom. I've already stopped trying to understand it. I just use it.I lean against the cold edge of the sink and take a breath, hoping my voice doesn't come out breathless. The tap drips once, loud in the quiet."Why did you call?""Why? Can't a brother call his favourite sibling?""I'm your only sibling," I deadpan."Regardless, I like you best." He pauses, then drops his voice as if sharing a secret. "Even better than Noah, though don't tell him I said that."Like a bloody sleeper code, I feel my body react to that name. My face flames, and the butterflies I thought I'd trample
Last Updated: 2026-10-11
Chapter: DOLLY: METAL COCKThere are few things in this world more trama inducing than being forced to hear your best friend getting fucked. It's truly an awful experience that I would not not wish upon even my worst enemy. Steak, our puppy whimpers pitifully and tries to nuzzle into my bulky hot pink sweater. I swear she would have had her paws over her ear if had the motor function. Briefly, I consider if this is counts as assault. Fiona, my roommate and best friend, and I pretty much coparent Steak, and while I may have lost my parents at a very young age I'm very certain hearing your mother getting dicked down would be frowned upon in most cultures. It doesn't help that half the time she's moaning like she's one step away from death. “I guess that's why they call it a little death” I joke, but Steak isn't having it. Giving me her golden brown backside she ambles to the dining area, finding refuge underneath the table she usually runs to during fireworks on the 4th of July. Fiona has driven our
Last Updated: 2026-10-10
LOGIN
