I’m a wedding planner. I coordinate chaos for a living. But nothing prepared me for Saltford Bay’s grumpy werewolf sheriff, especially not when he kissed me like a feral beast… and then asked me to be his fake mate.

Planning a dragon wedding is hard enough. Add a stolen tiara, a brewing scandal, and one scowling werewolf with eyes like wildfire and a permanent stick up his tail, and suddenly I’m wondering if I should’ve stayed in bed.

Sheriff Adrian Wolfsbane is stern, broody, and impossible to work with. He’s handling security for the dragon wedding of the century, so when the bride’s priceless tiara vanishes and things start catching fire, of course he takes charge of the investigation.

When the suspect list starts looking a little too close to home, he makes me an offer: pretend to be his mate, and he’ll give me full access to the case. The plan? Convince everyone we’re bonded, sniff out the thief, and avoid catching feelings.

Easy, right?

Except now I’m staying at his cabin, wearing his scent, and trying to ignore the way he looks at me like I already belong to him.

And if he keeps acting like I’m more than just his fake mate… I’m not sure I’ll want to keep pretending. It was supposed to be a temporary arrangement.

No touching.
No feelings.
Definitely no biting.