My name is Poppy Colebrook. My father owns a well-known jelly company that has been around for nearly a century. My mother died before I was old enough to know her. I’ve been on tabloids and had my own sex tape scandal. And daddy’s husband spoils me with the latest fashions in clothing.
I’m your typical flamboyant, excessive, old monied, wild child. But I own a distillery. At the end of the week, I’m hosting a fundraiser to debut a new flavor of moonshine as part of a fundraiser for grey wolf conservation.
That’s about where the good in my life ends.
I caught my fiancé- correction, former fiancé- in bed with someone else. If the tabloids find out we’ve broken up, the fundraiser is doomed. Now I’ve got a week to deal with my ex’s family, my family, a mysterious stranger who keeps sending me sunflowers and poppies. And I’ve got a crush on a red haired lumberjack that keeps showing up in my dreams.
To make matters even more complicated, my ex has sent out invitations to other werewolf packs, inviting them to attend the charity fundraiser.
Oh, did I mention I’m a werewolf?
And my crush is human.