WITCHBOUND is the first book in THE NORTHWOODS PACK series, a high heat, humorous, entertaining, paranormal romance series set in Maine, featuring an irresistible cast of wolves, vampires, and witches, caught up in an ancient prophecy to unite their three worlds. Twenty-five-year-old Finn, a gay bartender from NYC, who grew up on the streets in the Bronx but looks like he belongs in Venice Beach, doesn't do overnights, or even return phone calls, and he definitely doesn't believe in "mates." When Finn inherits a cabin in the Northwoods of Maine from his werewolf friend, neither he nor his friend's insanely sexy older brother are prepared to meet on the doorstep. But once they do, nothing will stop the Alpha werewolf, Griffin, from claiming Finn as his mate, not even a kidnapping and an ancient prophecy involving Finn and a witchborn werewolf with a claim of his own. I almost passed out in relief when I pulled up the long dirt drive and spotted my newly inherited log cabin, I'd abandoned my New York City apartment for. Its light-golden log frame and wide glass picture windows overlooking the lake, sparkled in the Maine late spring sunshine, giving off Hallmark movie vibes, right down to the forest green Adirondack chairs arranged cozily on the wrap-around porch. Add a pine wreath to the door and some snow dusting the welcome mat in the winter, and I could be living in a real-life holiday special, Christmas in the Maine Northwoods. That was the first thought that flashed through my mind when I came to a stop. Then I wondered who the scary looking welcoming party was, as a trio of three, seriously buff, huntsmen looking guys stepped out of the woods. "What's he doing?" one of the guys called out as I sat unmoving in my ancient, dark red, GMC pickup truck, staring at them, lining up in front of the cabin. They were probably early 20's, just a few years younger than me. One had dark skin and a cool, messy afro, the other two were white, with a dark brown man-bun, and tangle of deep red curls. They had on dark T-shirts and ripstop pants, and man-bun had a knife strapped on his waist. They were either going rock climbing or about to kill me. "What do you think I'm doing?" I muttered under my breath, checking to make sure my truck door was locked. "Not getting out of the truck in the middle of the woods to be murderedby the evil queen's huntsmen, obviously."
