Bisexual fatshionista werebear in London.
Oh, I have to write more words, don't I?
Bisexual fatshionista werebear in London navigates romance, sexism, and a furry little problem that ruins knickers, interspecies relations, and fancy restaurant bathrooms, all while falling in love with the wrong--or exactly right--person. Khaw's touching afterword is about how the jump to paranormal rom-com opened up a whole new way of reading and writing, and I'm so glad that happened (had my own epiphany after devouring 9 Tessa Dare novels this January) The writing is sparkling, funny, and does not waste a word or a scene in pursuit of werebear Zelda's happy ending, and best, respects its readers by keeping Zelda and her compatriots on their toes when it comes to intersectional justice. Loved it, read it in a werebear's yawn and can't wait for more!