“Even though you're just a bird, I accept you as my mate.”

I, Abraham Williams, raven shifter extraordinaire, am not impressed. Not with the pronouncement. Not with the fated mates fairy tale. And most definitely not with sinfully sexy Michael Kashto, the arrogant dire wolf shifter in the thousand dollar suit.

I've got no time for guys who look down their noses at me or think I should be grateful for scraps. I've come a long way from an unwanted, scared kid to a man I can be proud of and others depend on.

When I took this job protecting a friend, I knew it would be dangerous. Accepted the risk. Only I didn't expect the assault to target my heart instead of my body. And fellow bodyguard Michael Kashto takes no prisoners.

Forced proximity has never been so forced.

As the Raven Flies is a 30k forced proximity, fated mates, standalone romance set in the Charm City Chronicles world with a guaranteed happy ending. Shenanigans include: a raven just trying to do his freaking job, a dire wolf with a lot of groveling to do, a sweet ghost, a trigger-happy boss, and a slightly unhealthy love of Led Zeppelin.

A hot AF wolf who could make me howl all night long. A persistent gold coin with dubious intentions. And a magical whammy no one saw coming!

Hello, gentle reader (or online stalker). My name is Teremie—yes, it's a T, not a J, thanks for asking—Summers. Maybe you've seen me on Only Fae. I play the sexpot elf of your dreams.

Through a bizarre turn of events, I end up cast as an elf in an upcoming epic fantasy film—even though my acting skills are mainly of the “fae for pay” online variety.

My co-star is the once-cute-teen-star, turned smokin' hot, all grown up, wolf-shifter Kade Savage. He's gentle, honorable, and he doesn't care about my past mistakes.

All great, right? Well . . .there are a couple of teensy tiny roadblocks to my happily-ever-after. See, wolves don't date non-wolves. It's a thing. And, oh, yeah, he's straight. Which is fine. I'm perfectly okay with it. My track record is so poor that I might as well be running backward. So, it's a little crush. What's the harm?

But before long I catch him giving me big-bad-wolf eyes when he thinks I'm not looking. His low, growly voice makes my heart beat a little faster and sends tingles down my spine and on a one-way trip to my nether regions. Just when the UST between us is about the erupt, we end up in a fantasy scene so real it would make Peter Jackson jealous. What in the Lord of the Rings alternate dimension is this?! Trapped, we have to rely on each other—and a contrary magical coin—to get us home . . . or die trying.