ACCIDENTALLY YOURS

Lila Voss built her psychic shop on three things: sharp eyes, sharper instincts, and enough coffee to power a small city. Magic has absolutely nothing to do with it. So when Adrian Blackmoor, brooding heir to Veldenmoor's most powerful werewolf clan, walks through her door and hires her to investigate a suspicious death inside his estate, Lila figures she has about ten minutes before he realises she is a complete fraud. She does not get exposed in ten minutes. What she gets instead is a hidden city full of wolves, rival packs, and secrets that someone was willing to kill to keep buried. She gets suspects with motives sharp enough to cut. She gets a murder that the police ruled an accident and a clan that is one wrong move away from an all-out war. And she gets Adrian. Controlled, magnetic, impossibly frustrating Adrian, who shadows her every step like a man who cannot decide if she is the most dangerous thing in the room or the only person he trusts. He says he only wants the truth. She says she only wants the money. They are both lying, and they both know it. The closer Lila gets to the killer, the more dangerous Veldenmoor becomes. Because the murder was never just about one death. It was the beginning of something much older and much darker than she imagined. And the person responsible? Still inside the estate. Still watching. Still waiting to see if the fake psychic is smart enough to find them. She doesn't believe in fate. He doesn't believe in accidents. They are both about to be wrong