Dorothy and the Damaged Things

A Twisted OZ Reverse Harem Romance

She crashed into Oz. Now she’s got glitter in unmentionable places and a tail wrapped around her thigh.

I was just a girl from Kansas with a Civic full of snacks and a dog with anxiety.
Then the tornado hit.
Now I’ve got a cursed pair of boots I can’t return, a corset we won’t talk about, a parasol that flies, (I’m not mentioning the wand) and three ridiculously hot men who claim we’re soulbound.
There’s Patch, the scarecrow with no filter and too many sharp ideas.
Steel, the emotionally frozen Tin Man who might actually be made of regret.
And Kade, the cursed lion-shifter who purrs like sin and touches like a dare.
Together, we’re heading toward the Emerald City.
Oz is not the story I remember. It’s a land that runs on drama and accidental homicide.
There are talking signs, weaponized glitter, and a field of flowers that will trap you in a never ending ‘O.’ Also, there’s a prophecy. And a very personal magical object. Not the same thing. Probably.
It’s a mess. I kind of love it here.
To get home, I’ll have to dodge wicked witches, unravel magical nonsense, and survive an increasingly chaotic group project in… let’s call it “romantic multitasking.”
No pressure. Just chaotic magic, some very intense glitter incidents, and one wrecked Civic with very little trunk space.
Magic is real. It’s chaotic.
And apparently it’s very enthusiastic.
If we survive this technicolor fever dream, I might just have to admit that home isn’t a place. It’s three ridiculous, infuriating men who would follow me through a glitter-storm of cursed lingerie and come out the other side asking for seconds.

Welcome to the sparkliest, most inappropriate detour you never asked for. Dorothy and the Damaged Things is a steamy, laugh-out-loud, very loose Oz retelling featuring a heroine lacking impulse control, with absolutely no interest in choosing just one guy, and zero regard for proper fairytale behavior.

Somewhere over the rainbow... the emotional damage begins.