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Jewels of Clay

Publisher: Dramatic Tuba Books
Year of Publication: 2023
Book type: Novel
Age: Adult
Genre: Fantasy
Sub Genre: Paranormal · Romance · Supernatural
Language: English
Key Phrases: enemies to lovers · Fae · sassy FMC · slow burn · werewolves
Spice Level:
3/5

The spice rating is in regards to the type of sexual content within the book. Below is a helpful guide (courtesy of Georgia C Leigh)

1= YA romantic, making out, MAYBE a closed door.
2= some on page foreplay and nudity but mostly fade to black.
3= open door, on page vanilla sex.
4= on page sex – hot or with kink.
5= erotica.

“Twisty bundle of fun! This book is a must read, I absolutely loved it! The amount of action, spice and sassy attitude was fantastic! I cannot wait for the next book in this series. I NEED to know what happens! Terra has the perfect amount of snark to lend to the dialogue in this book! I love Terra’s new BFF Tristan and Wells and his friends are the perfect amount of fun for everyone. Let me just say Holy Hotness🔥🔥! The plot led to a great story line. The enemies to lovers and the slow burn before the good spice kept me wanting more!”
– Hculvey, Amazon
Elemental magic. Lethal trials. Spicy balls.

Desperation drove me to insanity. It’s the only reason I can give for my quest to be admitted into the magic Conclave. If I hadn’t been facing the repossession of my grandmother’s home, with zero career prospects on the horizon, and flat broke, I wouldn’t have ended up in a werewolf camp facing my almost-assured destruction.

Yet here we are.

In order to prove my—and my species’—worth to the Conclave, I entered into a magic Perception contract with the surliest and frustratingly hot of the pack’s beta wolves. He wants me to complete some specially designed—ahem, impossible—trials to prove my worth and if I fall short? Well, let’s just say, I don’t get to go back to my life knowing I tried my best. Nope. He gets to kill me the second he perceives me unworthy.

My dear departed Gram’s Magic 8-Ball would say: Outlook not so good.

If I can’t use my gnome craftiness—yeah, I said gnome and no, I don’t have a pointy red hat. It’s a beanie—my epitaph will read HERE LIES TERRA. SHE DIED DROOLING OVER A WOLFHOLE WITH PURPLE EYES AND INSANE ABS. SHE DIED BROKE, BUT HAPPY.

Where to read

Paperback

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