The Witch and the Werewolf Gym Teacher (Love in Wyrdwood)A Cozy Paranormal Monster Romance

I came to hex the coach. I stayed for the abs.

Being a single mom is hard. Being a single witch mom in a town full of paranormal PTA politics, hormonal hexes, and broom races? That’s a full-time magical meltdown.

When my daughter gets benched from volleyball for magical misconduct, storming into the high school gym seems like the responsible thing to do. What wasn't on the agenda? The gym teacher turning out to be a ridiculously hot, infuriatingly calm werewolf with a growl, a past, and shoulders that belong in a museum.

Volunteering to help him coach so my daughter can stay on the team? That’s not love—it’s community service. Or at least it starts that way.

I wasn’t looking for love. I was looking for justice for my kid. Possibly a hex or two.

What I got instead? An annoyingly hot gym teacher who just so happens to growl when he's irritated… or flustered. Who knew shared bleachers and broom races could lead to sparks I can’t ignore?

Because nothing says “great life choices” like developing real feelings for a cursed werewolf who growls when he’s flustered.

Ugh. Feelings.
I was not emotionally prepared for this.
And falling for him was not part of the plan.

I’ve got my hands full with potions, parenting, and a magical dating life I did not sign up for. But one thing’s for sure…

Whatever this is between us?
It’s not going away quietly.

In the supernatural small town of Wyrdwood, midlife comes with moody teens, magical mayhem, and a second chance at love—with paranormal men who are anything but ordinary. From grumpy werewolf coaches to broody gargoyle librarians and cinnamon roll orcs with tool belts, the local monsters are just as messy, magical, and swoon-worthy as the single moms who fall for them. The Love in Wyrdwood series is a collection of cozy, standalone paranormal monster rom-coms full of flirty banter, monster-sized heart, and midlife magic—proving that happily ever after might just come with claws, fur, or fangs. Spice Level 1 (Kissing, Flirty Banter with Minor Innuendo).