Puca

A shape shifter with a twisted sense of humor and a love for humans.

A woman who doesn’t believe in Fairies.

A wayward teenager, little old ladies looking for Fairies in the garden, Brownies in charge of the kitchen and an evil Elf bent on revenge.

Welcome to Toddle House Bed and Breakfast, Enchanted Grove, Oregon, where things are not always as they seem and there’s always a cup of tea ready for whatever might pop in.


Exiled from his home as a young Puca, Kian, takes his search for true love out into the world. A shape shifting trickster he’s still looking for that perfect woman when he settles into the forest that surrounds Enchanted Grove, Oregon. Joined by other denizens of the fairy world life settles into a comfortable routine.

Emma O’Neill is having boyfriend trouble when she inherits the Toddle House Bed and Breakfast. Hoping to start a new life she makes the trip to the house where Brownies run things and the guests are looking for fairies in the flower gardens. Kian Puca is the handyman and keeps the house supplied with firewood.

From the first moment he sees her, the Puca knows she’s made for him. Emma doesn’t quite believe in fairies and elves but Kian is just about the sexiest thing she’s ever seen. Will their budding relationship survive when Kian’s past reaches out to destroy them both?

Excerpt: Laying his head down on the white painted boards of the porch he covered his eyes with his paws and whined softly. This was going to be a disaster he could feel it in his bones. He clearly remembered the plain child who had followed him everywhere, and a real pest she was to be sure. Kian had grudgingly watched over the annoying little girl to please his beautiful Miss Chloe and the Brownies. She had followed him everywhere, proving extremely difficult to shake.

He peeked around a paw glancing at the Brownies and was surprised to see them smiling. They had not smiled since before Miss Chloe had taken ill. His curiosity got the better of him and he raised his head and sat up a bit straighter.
Looking back over at the interloper just coming up the porch steps his growl died in his throat. Somehow he had forgotten that human children grew up much faster than the children of his people did. And sometimes their children’s plain and even ugly exterior held no hint of the beauty to come.

He watched Miss Emma as she came up the front steps, drinking in the sight of her soft golden honey brown hair and ivory skin. The Puca could smell the soft lavender and honeysuckle scent of her perfume on the warm breeze, along with a musky undertone that proclaimed a woman made for loving. Made for him.