He’s the sheriff next door. You know the type. Broody, alpha AF and sinfully gorgeous. The man is six foot plus of hard muscle, has arms made for holding me close and have mercy on my soul can he fill out a uniform in all the right ways.
And he wants every inch of me for himself.
As for me, well, I’m the witch with a filthy mind wanting to put his cuffs to good use.
From our first stolen kiss we knew our feverish lust-filled attraction was forbidden by both his pack law and my Silver Circle, but our fates had other plans.
Werewolf and witch never mix, blah blah blah. I’m a clairvoyant and See a future as clear as the cauldron at my feet and that future is prowling toward me with a filthy grin, dirty promises glittering in his eyes and set of cuffs in his hand.
Try to say no to that, I dare you.
Between you and me, I can’t wait to be cuffed and mated!