My garden isn’t "overgrown." It’s deadly. There’s a difference.At sixty-four, all I want is to cultivate my poisonous nightshade in peace and enjoy my retirement. But the Homeowners Association has other plans. Specifically, the new HOA President, Gil. He’s a stickler for the rules, a clipboard-wielding menace, and the only man brave enough to cite a hedge witch for "unsightly weeds."After the third fine this month, I snapped. I cast a petty "inconvenience hex" on the board, forcing them to speak exclusively in rhyming couplets during meetings. It was supposed to be funny.The problem? It worked on everyone except Gil.That’s when I realized the silver-fox president isn’t just a rule-follower; he’s a retired werewolf Alpha. And his wolf metabolism eats hexes for breakfast. Now he knows exactly what I am, but instead of turning me in, he’s asking for a favor. A developer is coming for our neighborhood’s sacred grove, and Gil needs some magical backup to stop the bulldozers.Now I’m forced to team up with the enemy. But as we fight to save the cul-de-sac, I’m realizing that a werewolf makes for a very loyal partner—and a surprisingly warm blanket.She’s got the hexes. He’s got the howl. Let the turf war begin.A cozy, closed-door fantasy romance featuring a midlife witch, a touch of mischief, and a second chance at love.