My new witch powers tether me to the grumpy orc. I can’t get more than twenty feet away from him!

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.

Then there’s his swoon-worthy vow to protect me. I’m supposed to reopen the doors of Faerie and return magic to Earth—if enemies don’t stop me first. It’ll also break the tether and allow me to go home to friends and family. But the longer I’m with Wranth, the harder it is to picture life without him…

Ooops! That grumpy orc I just met? Forget hello. I stripped him naked!

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.

It turns out the big warrior's on a quest to find magical crystals that will protect humans like me from soul-sucking fae. Our enemies will do anything to stop us. Even with dragons on our side, none of this will be easy.

I'm falling fast, especially when Sturrm sings for me, his resonant baritone showing all the emotion he normally hides. But he's haunted by a loss in his past. My new healing powers work great on physical injuries, but how do I heal the wound in his heart?

Ooops! That orc I just knocked off his feet is my “married at first sight” husband.

If someone told me I'd land in a fantasy world and meet my seven-foot husband by literally knocking him off his feet, 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!

Krivoth's one of the first things I “move.” Ooops. But the gorgeous orc warrior doesn't hold it against me. In fact, he's thrilled I'm so powerful.

He also says I'm his. As in his bride, already goddess-matched and married.

But I know marriage is an empty promise, no matter how much Krivoth's tempting touch makes my pulse flutter.

Enemies want me for my magic, and I need to learn my powers fast. The more my practice sessions throw me into the safety of Krivoth's strong arms, the more I fall for him. But who's going to protect my heart?

The gorgeous orc I just met says I'm his bride. Yeah, right.

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 movie-star 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.

When a talking dog asks for our help to save his people from soul-sucking fae, I finally start to believe I'm in Faerie. But I'm not falling for a handsome guy ever again, no matter how much Branikk's touch sets me on fire. I'm not. Not even a little bit.