Share This
Description
Everyone in this cursed little town thinks I'm the problem.
Sure, I'm a shadow witch.
Yes, my magic sometimes moves without asking.
And okay, fine -- things have been exploding lately.
But I swear on my black lace panties, I'm not the one summoning evil doppelgängers in the snowstorm.
Enter Officer Growly.
Six-foot-four of tiger-shifter muscle, military brood, and tactical scowls.
They send him to watch me. Guard me. Possibly kill me.
But instead of turning me in, he turns me on.
And when a creature wearing my face tries to ruin my life?
He bares his claws.
Stands between me and a mob with torches.
And drags me into a safehouse where he definitely, absolutely should not be letting me ride him like a broomstick.
Oops.
I told myself not to fall for the tiger.
Then he bit me.
Read on for shadow clones, bite marks, forced proximity, and a witch who's tired of behaving -- especially when her mate smells like woodsmoke and war. HEA Guaranteed!
Tag This Book
This Book Has Been Tagged
Our Recommendation
Notify Me When The Price...
Log In to track this book on eReaderIQ.

