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paranormal romance,
alpha hero,
Alpha,
shifter romance,
sheriff,
Forbidden Love,
werewolf romance,
witches and wizards,
bad boy alpha,
witches and spells,
love in the wrong places,
spell gone wrong,
breaking the rules,
werewolves and shifters,
BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance
covered most of the floor and left a huge smudge of soot up the length of her jeans as she skidded across the smooth flooring.
“GRRRR... Damn. Damn. Damn !” Her heart lodged in her throat. She should have known. How could she have been so distracted?
Dragon’s blood. Of course! That explained the quakes. Not the illegal blood, but the creatures it belonged to and who’d come a day early looking for what was rightfully theirs.
Streams of moonlight broke through the clouds and poured in through the skylights to reflect off the crimson drops as they ran down the side of the marble and steadily dripped into her cauldron.
Goddesses divine. Harmony clamped a hand to her forehead and bit back a wild, colorful curse. She willed her stomach to settle, but the thought of everything that could possibly go wrong tonight that did, in fact, go horribly wrong made her feel sick. How the hell did the blood make its way into her potion at the exact same time she cast her spell?
The floor trembled beneath her.
The earthquake hadn’t been in her vision.
She scooped up the tipped bottle and the clasp that failed to keep the contents locked in the vial. Right after her spell took hold, images of Caden had flooded her psyche and then erratic pounding had rattled the entire place from the foundation up.
Damn nosy, impatient dragon shifters. Shit.
Growls pulled her attention to the front of the shoppe followed by deeper, more guttural snarls from the entrance.
Two days ago it came to the dragons’ attention someone in their inner circle had made off with several vials of dragon’s blood from their infirmary and came to call on her. Unfortunately, her charm and southern hospitality had nothing to do with it. They wanted her psychic abilities.
The second she touched the hand of the dragon shifter whose blood had been stolen, Harmony knew exactly where to look and a good idea of what they intended to do with it. Since her plan of stealing it back hadn’t been set in the fabric of the universe, she saw the black magick the warlocks intended it for, but didn’t know for sure if the plan would succeed. It made her ill. If not a little guilty by association alone. Which is why she agreed to help and swore under oath not to tell her High Council about the breach in the Dragon’s security.
Thirty-six hours after learning who had one of the five missing vials, she added breaking and entering to her rapidly growing rap sheet.
DraegonStone warriors had a long memory and when double-crossed, blood would spill. The Witches and Weres war might be over, but the fragile treaty they held could crumble beneath them all with the right motivation. In all honesty, she wouldn’t put it past the High Council to poke the sleeping dragons hard enough to cause another war all in the name of taking more power for themselves.
Careful not to draw too much attention to herself, she walked slowly around the counter and headed back to where she’d left Caden, who seemed too damn quiet, tucked between the shelves of wolfsbane and sex potions. The goddesses must love this irony.
One would free the beast, pun totally intended, and the second would lock him away and possibly kill him. Not so good.
“Caden, uh... I forgot to tell you somethin’, sweetheart.”
CHAPTER FIVE
“N o kidding. We’ll get to your moonlighting activities later. Right now get behind me.” Caden gave a smile that held a savage edge. His teeth gnashed together, his words gravelly and forced. He was already standing, and his chest heaved with labored breaths.
She swallowed hard and her lips tightened into a thin line.
His shoulders and back tensed and bulged against the force he obviously had to use over his wolf. For some reason the man didn’t want to shift. She knew why she didn’t want him to, but why didn’t he want to? Did it have anything to do with her and what he had confessed?
Gray silhouettes broke through the thinning fog. Broad shoulders, thick waists and long