Heart's Desired Mate

Hotshot LA lawyer Chase Baron doesn't know whether to kiss or throttle his best friend's little sister. She's a spoiled, unpredictable brat, and she drives this alpha wolf shifter howling mad. The last thing he wants is a chaotic witch disrupting his orderly life. When magic frees him of all his inhibitions, his wolf claims his one true mate. Once the claiming is over, however, he's left mired in resentment over his lover's manipulation.

Arabia Jensen doesn't mean to cause trouble. It's her natural-born talent as a raven shifter. She casts a Heart's Desire spell intended to capture the attention of a certain stubborn werewolf. But after the magic takes hold, she's the one who loses control. Arabia finds more than just her hands full with a big bad wolf who's horny and lookin' for love.

Once the pandemonium fades, Arabia's antics land her in prison. Chase is the only attorney willing to take her case, but even he thinks she's guilty. What's a woman to do when the man she loves believes she's committed crimes of the heart?

 

Heart's Desired Mate Series:

Tried and true, the Heart’s Desire spell is a love charm that requires a deft hand and a pure heart. The witch casting the spell has a mixing mishap, however, and the spell spirals out of control, wreaking havoc through the isolated Sierra Nevada town of Stillwater, California. A storm of sensual shenanigans sweeps up everyone in its path, supernatural and human alike, in a frenzied free-for-all that lasts until dawn.

It's more than just hex appeal. It's a recipe for true love when sassy heroines and alpha heroes undergo a trial by love-in to discover their one true mate.

Content warning: Books in That Old Black Magic Series have sizzling hot love scenes, naughty language, and wanton mating chases. Explore this amazing shifter world of wolves, ravens, tigers, dragons, lynx, Scottish bears, jaguars, and more. Read all the stories to uncover surprising, sexy secrets.

He's a good griffin, with a bad temper...
Detective Damian Charming yearns to sweep a certain feisty lynx shifter off her feet. Every time he tries to talk to her, however, he sticks his foot in his mouth. He doesn't mean to sound condescending. Life would be easier if Lucy admitted he knows best, especially now that someone in town has threatened her. He's a good griffin (mostly) until someone messes with what is his.

She's an unlucky lynx with no time for trouble...
Lucy May hates Stillwater detective Damian Charming. Sure, he helped her with a horrible situation and has looks to rival the gods, but he also views lynx shifters as inferior supernatural beings. When someone targets the business she worked hard to create, though, Lucy turns to the one man she knows will mercilessly unearth the culprit.

It's more than just hex appeal...
When a hex sends the town in a storm of sexual shenanigans in the middle of the investigation, Damian and Lucy's desires are revealed. Now they need to convince each other of their true feelings before Damian's need for vengeance destroys the entire town.

 

An exiled dragon shifter.
A restless witch.
A wild, unruly spell.
What could possibly go wrong?

Nothing ever happens in sleepy little Stillwater, California, which was exactly why Liam settled there. What better spot to avoid discovery? Banished by his dragon-shifter kinsmen for sexual improprieties, his sentence has ten years to go. The only snag is he has to find a mate before he can return to Xara, the dragons’ home world.

Aisha has a problem. She’s stuck tending a herd of Arabians, and she’ll be there forever if she doesn’t produce another witch to take over. To do that, she needs a man. No one permanent. Just someone to grace her bed long enough to get her pregnant.

Intent on fulfilling her obligation to the Colewright witches, Aisha casts a love charm aimed right at Liam. She has no idea what he is—or that his magic overshadows hers by a country mile—and her spell backfires. Badly. She’s picking up the pieces, determined to move past the humiliation, but another spell snaps her up right alongside Liam.

Impossible to ignore, hot, sweet, and urgent, Heart’s Desire snares them both.

 

Kiera Matheson, in fear for her life, leaves her homeland in Scotland and moves to a shifter community in Stillwater, California. This bear-shifter brings more baggage than the suitcase variety. 

Police detective Mateo Savage, a panther shifter, is both intrigued and skeptical of the town’s new beautician. What were her motives for moving here? During his attempts to learn more about this sexy beauty, all he’s handed is more of her sass. 

The two can’t seem to fight their attraction. Lord knows they try. But when a “Heart’s Desired Mate” spell is unleashed, they are both affected by the passion-filled air of that magical night. But Kiera’s past follows her. When what she’s feared would happen threatens the couple’s new found happiness, will Mateo be able to save her and keep her in Stillwater?

 

 

Sometimes a love story starts as a one-night stand…
Penny
I’m Stillwater’s librarian, a werewolf with integrity, a pillar of the community, the prim and proper Miss Reed.
And I just had the most sexually fulfilling night of my life in the arms of a complete stranger.
What’s wrong with me?
Lane
I’m a were-panther on the run and an ex-con. 
I’m only passing through Stillwater on my way to Canada where I’ll finally start a new life.
The last thing I need is a relationship.
Then why am I drawn to the librarian like a moth to the flame?

Content warning: Books in That Old Black Magic Series have sizzling hot love scenes, naughty language, and wanton mating chases. Explore this amazing shifter world of wolves, panthers, ravens, tigers, dragons, lynx, Scottish bears, jaguars, and more. Read all the stories to uncover surprising, sexy secrets.

 

Stillwater, CA, November

The door of La Quemada chimed, and Lane turned. As if pulled by an invisible string, his focus shifted from the delicious taco al pastor on his plate to the tall brunette who had just entered. He couldn’t help but stare as she smiled and waved at the patrons sitting at the table next to him.

Her scent told him she was a werewolf, and he briefly wondered why one of her species would hold his interest. The thought was soon set aside when she moved.

Walking on long legs and with a purposeful stride, the woman strutted to the counter, exchanged a few words with Miguel, the taqueria’s owner, grabbed her food and turned to leave. Her elegant bearing made him compare the stranger to a goddess—it seemed right.

As she crossed the room, her eyes and Lane’s locked. His panther roared in his mind. The woman’s expression changed, her mouth opening in a silent ‘O’. It felt like the world had shifted on its axis, sending Lane tumbling and grasping for purchase even though he was still sitting. Her next step faltered. Lane’s hand shot to steady her.

At the touch, the rest of the world disappeared altogether. Lane’s panther demanded to be let out.

“Thank you,” the goddess whispered. An adorable blush pinkened her face, drawing attention to her high cheekbones. Her long, auburn hair was tied in a high queue. Warm, brown eyes, fleshy mouth, and a small upturned nose completed the picture. She was stunning.

When she took a step toward the door, Lane realized he was still holding her elbow. He mumbled his apology and released her, forcing himself to sit back as she walked out of La Quemada and his life.

Lane wasn’t in Stillwater to ogle women. No matter how beautiful the she-wolf was, he had other plans, and none of them involved hooking up with locals. His priority was to lay low and move on as soon as possible.

If life had taught him anything, it was that women were trouble at the best of times, and life-altering disasters at the worst. Having experienced the worst, he wasn’t eager to repeat the mistake. Like any hot-blooded were-panther, he assuaged his needs when the tension became unbearable, but always with partners who were looking for the same emotionless thrills. He never accosted women looking like the stranger. She had written all over her serious-relationships-only, and it wasn’t Lane’s thing.

Miguel raised a white, plastic bag and spoke to the waiter in rapid Spanish. Lane knew the language and overheard the conversation. The man had mixed orders, giving the mysterious goddess someone else’s dinner.

Surprising himself, Lane hurried to say, “I’ll take it to her.” He grabbed the bag from Miguel’s hand before the man could object and was out of the door in the next breath. All the reasons it was a terrible idea to pursue the stranger forgotten behind along the taco getting cold on his plate.

“Miss!” he called, eyeing the woman at the end of the alley. He ran after her. “Excuse me,” he said when he was closer. “Miguel realized he gave you the wrong order.”

The she-wolf stared at him, remaining silent.

Taking the last few steps dividing them, he raised the bag in front of him. “Your food.”

She blinked, her chest moving rapidly under the coat as if she had problems breathing. Lane could relate to that. “Thank you,” she finally said, reaching for his hand.

When their fingers brushed, Lane’s heart slammed against his ribcage. His panther paced the cage in his mind, snarling for him to release her. Usually, the animal didn’t take an active interest in Lane’s women. The detail should’ve warned Lane to step back and run in the opposite direction as fast as he could. He didn’t.

As they stood, facing each other, the energy shifted again, filling him with longing to make this goddess his. It was madness. The feeling only grew stronger with his next breath, and stronger yet with his next, until he could’ve sworn he would expire from want if he didn’t have her in his arms in the next few minutes.

“I know it’s going to sound crazy,” he said, taking her other hand in his. When she didn’t jerk away from his touch to slap or mace him, he continued, “I am not sure what this thing is between us, but I can’t deny it.”

She nodded once.

Her reaction emboldened him to utter the most outrageous of requests. “You have to let me make love to you.”