Faking Your Mate and Other Recipes for Disaster

What do you get when you serve a heap of exile with a dash of fake mating? A recipe for disaster.Banishment for accidentally making someone into a hot bowl of soup with my uncontrolled food magic wasn't on my to-do list. Luckily, my best friend has a plan for my return so unhinged it might just work. Join his wolf pack so his mom will teach me her mystical cooking wiles to prove I have my magic under control. The catch - I have to pretend to be his mate. No biggie, I'm just a work-obsessed human saddling a sunshine wolf shifter with my problems, including the illness I've told absolutely no one about. This should work out fine.Because we agreed. We're just friends... who have to share a bed after a fermenting mishap. And whose fake kisses grow a bit too heated. As we deal with whomever is stealing women in his small town. And avoid catching feelings. All while I master my food magic. Those treacherous feels whisper he might be the person I tell my well guarded secret to, but he seems to be keeping an explosive one of his own. I need out of this mess because this is definitely NOT real and I have a life to get back to. Right?