When Breena McCall goes to find her wayward wand, the last thing she expects to find is the man destined to be hers. Instant attraction only goes so far, especially when her chosen one acts like someone pissed in his kibble.
Wolf Shifter Cade Milcom doesn’t understand the sudden urge
to bend the witch over and take her every way imaginable. She’s sassy,
sarcastic, and gets on his nerves from the beginning. And yet, he finds himself
answering the distress call when she gets herself into trouble.
An accidental mating and a demon bent on blackmail make for
an interesting few days, but it’s nothing Breena can’t handle. Maybe.
EXCERPT
Lightning skittered across the sky, the brilliant flashes
lighting up everything around her. Thunder boomed overhead, shaking the earth
beneath her feet. The high-powered winds whipped her long, red hair around her
head and made her fight for purchase on the pavement. It was a bad night out,
for witches and mortals alike. If only she hadn’t lost her damn wand! What was
a witch without her wand? Damn near mortal, that’s what. The heavens were going
to open up at any moment and she would be drenched. Taking a witch’s wand was
as good as stealing her powers. No, she didn’t need the wand to create magick,
but if it wasn’t in her possession, her powers sort of…fizzled and died out.
Her high-heeled sandals were a poor choice of footwear at
the moment, as she tottered down the sidewalk, following the beacon of light in
the distance. She’d cast a locator spell in hopes of finding her wayward wand.
She wasn’t certain if it had been appropriated by someone, or had merely
wandered off, kind of like her broom had done the month before. Anyone who
thought a wand was an inanimate object was a fool. It had a life force of its
own. Otherwise, it would just be a piece of wood with pretty carvings.
The beam of light shooting into the sky started to flicker,
and she worried it would sputter out completely. She could tell it was in the
area the residents of Mayfair Heights called “the jungle.” Only shape-shifters
lived in that part of town. Despite the ominous clouds in the sky, she knew
there was a full moon tonight. She just had to hope whoever had taken the wand,
or the lucky person her wand had chosen as its guardian, was in residence. It
would be just her luck that the furball would be out on a run, even if the
weather did leave a lot to be desired.
With the wind buffeting her small body, she felt like she
was fighting an uphill battle, and wondered if she’d ever reach her
destination. If her powers weren’t on the fritz, she could just translocate to
wherever she needed to go. But, of course, on the worst night they’d had in
months, she was stuck traveling on foot. She couldn’t even use her broom until
she was at full power again. The damn thing refused to work. She completely
blamed the tree sprite, the one who had gifted her with the branch used to
carve the broom handle. It had obviously imbued some of its stubbornness into
her broom.
Breena rounded another corner and sighed in relief. The home
she sought was half a block away and lit up like the fourth of July, thanks to
her little spell. She thanked the goddess that it had worked so well, or at all,
for that matter. She couldn’t imagine having to find her wand the old-fashioned
way, or having to hire someone else to cast the spell for her. How
embarrassing! It was bad enough that things like this kept happening to her,
but if the spell-casters guild caught wind of it, they’d pull her license to
practice for sure.
As she neared the home, she took in the little details, like
the gargoyles standing guard at the edges of the roof. She had no doubt they
were the real thing and gave them a little wave. The red door stood out in
stark contrast against the gray and black home, beckoning her closer. She stepped
under the portico just as the rain began to beat down, a deluge really, and she
thanked the goddess she hadn’t been standing out in the open just then.
She lifted her fist and knocked on the door, listening for
any sounds of life within. No answer. She banged again, this time a little
harder. The light from her spell spluttered and blinked out, leaving her
standing in the dark. The fact that there were no lights on in the home, nor on
the porch, told her that her query was probably out running wild, but she
refused to give up.
Breena’s tiny fist pounded on the door for the third time.
Grumbling under her breath, she gave the wood a good, hard kick, wincing as her
toes met the unforgiving surface. She had just turned, and was about to leave,
when the door flew open.
“Do you have any idea what time it is?” growled a deep
voice, a voice that zinged through her and made all of her lady parts take
notice.
She spun around with a snappy retort on the tip of her
tongue, but it died the moment she was faced with six-foot-six of yummy
goodness. A button-down shirt hung open, leaving his scrumptious muscular chest
in full view. Her gaze dipped down over six pack abs and she licked her lips,
wanting to run her tongue over each and every inch of him.
“I’m, uh, looking for my wand,” she stuttered lamely, her
brain having been fried by his hotness.
He smirked. “Oh, I have a wand for you all right, but I
don’t think it’s the one you came looking for.”
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