Fate has a sick sense of humor...
Chase Beauchamp has had a grudge against witches for as long as he can remember. When he’s tasked with investigating a magicless witch who might be to blame for a string of murders in the French Quarter, the wolf in him wants to claim her as his mate. To his dismay, the man might agree. But when her secrets are revealed, Chase discovers loving this witch will put his pack and his family in danger.
Rain Connolly will do anything to break the hex that binds her powers and makes her an outcast in the supernatural world. But when fate drops the answer to her prayers into her lap, she can’t help but fall for the sexy werewolf who can end her curse. The problem is what she needs him to do could cost him his life.
Can a witch and a werewolf overcome their haunted pasts to find love? Or did fate bind their hearts only to rip them apart?
“I would love to spend the night with you.” The warmth of his breath on her skin sent shivers running down to her toes. He caught her earlobe between his teeth before moving back to look at her. “But I texted Luke, and he’ll have my ass if I don’t get out there and stop the damn demon. Can you call your sister?”
“If I asked her, she’d be doing me a kindness. My curse may not affect you, but she would pay dearly for it.”
He huffed. “What if I call her? Then she’ll be doing me a kindness.”
She rose onto her toes to kiss him. Her dream of feeling his soft, warm lips all over her body would have to wait, but that was okay. Letting their emotions simmer for a while would sweeten the reward. “There’s no need. Snow cast a spell of protection on the bakery. There are totems placed around the perimeter, and as long as the doors are locked, nothing can get in.”
He arched an eyebrow, giving her a wary look.
“I’ll prove it to you. Go outside, and I’ll lock the door. I’ll bet you anything you can’t get in.”
He pinned her with a heated gaze that seemed to suck the breath from her lungs. “Anything?”
She swallowed. “Yep.”
Running his fingers through her hair, he grazed her neck with his lips. “If I get in, you’ll give me anything I want? Whenever I want it?”
“I will.” Her knees weakened. Goddess, please let it be the same thing I want.
“And if I can’t get in? Not that I won’t be able to, but we need to make it fair.” The corner of his mouth curved into a cocky grin.
She reached a hand to his face and ran her fingers down the soft hair in his beard. “Then you have to give me whatever I want.”
“Sounds like a win-win to me.”
She ran her thumb across his lips, and tingling magic seeped into her skin, sending a jolt through her heart. “You’re assuming we both want the same thing.”
He pulled her close, taking her mouth with his. The evidence of his desire rubbed against her stomach, and she fought the urge to slide her hand between their bodies to feel it. He had to be the sexiest man alive—his body, his scent, his soul—everything about him ignited a fire inside her like an oven on full blast. There was enough heat between them to fuel her entire bakery.
As the kiss slowed, he released his hold and stepped back. “I think we do.” He winked and strutted out the door.