Brides of the Moon Blade Clan

Stuck slinging pizzas in the deadest of dead-end jobs, I make a wish. In a blink, I'm teetering on top of a standing stone in Faerie, where I have magical powers! And monsters fighting over me! Thank god, the orc wins. A fierce and deadly warrior, Rovann's nothing but gentle with me.

Getting caught blowing the whistle on a mob boss isn't the worst part of my day. No, that would be getting sucked through a portal to Faerie. Or finding out I'm a witch who can fly . . . very, very badly. Or fighting off a soul-sucking fae who wants to drain me dry. Or getting stuck in a tree, flashing an orc my hot-pink panties. Actually, that last one might not be so bad. Dravarr's scowls highlight his smoldering eyes and sharp cheekbones, and his touch makes me swoon. Especially since he has to hold me all day and night to keep me from floating away. But the soul-sucking fae come back. 

If someone told me I'd land in a fantasy world and meet my seven-foot husband by flinging myself into his arms so hard we end up horizontal, I'd have laughed it off as a joke. I'm tiny. But it turns out I'm a witch with hidden powers! I can move things with my mind! Instead of being upset I keep crashing into him, the gorgeous orc warrior is thrilled I'm so powerful.

When I wake in a strange forest, surrounded by "monsters" and "magic," I'm sure it's all some reality-TV prank. My carnival job means I know a lot about all the ways people can be fooled. And the "orc" telling me we're goddess-matched and married has got to be the biggest hoax of all. Branikk's good looks and charming words are way too good to be true. But I keep making ludicrous things appear in ways Hollywood special effects can't match, a unicorn just spoke to me, and when I get an eyeful—a really big eyeful—of Branikk, he's green everywhere.

It's an accident, I swear. When I wind up in a fantasy world, I see this gorgeous older guy who's green, and wonder, "What does he look like everywhere?" I don't realize my new magical healing powers will make it happen! No regrets. Sturrm's got muscles for days and one seriously impressive pierced package. The med student in me can't wait to study his monstrous differences up close. The growly grump isn't exactly thrilled about his wardrobe malfunction. But no matter how much he scowls, other parts of him clearly like me a lot.

When I storm out of my ex's engagement party, a meddling goddess whisks me away to Faerie and marries me to a massive grump of an orc. As if that's not enough, I can't leave his side without my teleportation magic throwing me straight back into his arms! I dreamed of leaving my small town and traveling, but I never imagined anything like this. I feel like I landed in one of the books I love, with fated mates and close proximity dialed up to eleven. Wranth's gorgeously muscled body and exciting air of warrior prowess sure don't hurt any either.

Did I mention I'm a new witch with telepathic powers? Yeah. It's a lot. Especially since every time I get near Aldronn, the commanding orc either wants to boss me around or bed me. Or boss me around while bedding me. Ugh. Why does that have to be so hot? I can never let him know! He'll be even more sinfully arrogant than he is now, and that wicked smirk of his already makes me want to scream...or kiss him. Or maybe both. Okay, it's totally both.