Bewitched Shifter

Cupcakes and canines
Ashlyn Reed came to Alaska to run a bakery, not run from the law. But after she's attacked in a dark alley and the guy ends up dead, the hot detective investigating the case tells her she's not only a werewolf, but his fated mate. Can either one be true?

Whispers of witches
Someone in town is hexing shifters, and Detective Kepler Stone is determined to hunt them down, especially when it turns out his new mate may be next. But the pack wants Ashlyn eliminated before the curse spreads. Can he solve the case and keep her safe?

Secrets and sacrifice
With the passion between them growing, they stay one step ahead of their foes, but the magic inside Ashlyn may be more than either of them can handle. As witches close in on one side and the pack on the other, will they have to decide between staying together and staying alive?

Join this chilling, passionate adventure where love battles fear, and embracing the beast within might be the key to salvation.

She knew right away she’d made a mistake. Stomach revolting, she shot to her feet. “Excuse me.”

“Are you going to the bathroom? Wait for me,” Muffy said.

Ashlyn didn’t wait. The tequila was coming up, and she’d prefer not to spew all over her new friends. The bathrooms had to be near the back, right? She elbowed through the crowd of sweaty bodies to reach the rear of the bar. No bathrooms, only a door to the kitchen and an emergency exit. Tequila rising in her throat, she shoved against the exit door.

Blessedly cool night air flooded over her, and she only managed to stumble a few steps outside before she doubled over and heaved into the dirt alley. After a couple of spasms, her stomach was empty. She rested with her hands on her knees, panting. Glancing upward, she noticed the aurora borealis was out, ribbons of green light roiling behind wisps of clouds. This was the first time she’d seen the lights since moving here, and she wished she was in a better condition to enjoy them.

The alley remained quiet but for the muffled beat of the music from inside as she took a few deep breaths. Ugh, she hated throwing up. And the smell—it’d been gross out here before she’d barfed. Now it was disgusting. At least the door didn’t appear to have been hooked to an alarm.

Straightening, she wiped her mouth against the back of her hand and turned to the bar. She collided into the solid chest of a man. Fuck. The bouncer must’ve come to check on her. She raised her chin. “Excuse me, I was…”

A pair of glowing purple eyes met hers.

She gasped and stumbled back. She’d heard of tequila giving people hallucinations, but she’d never had any herself.

The man opened his mouth, exposing unnaturally pointed teeth. She backed up another step. Her heart was about to pound its way out of her chest. His mop of hair had a white streak down the middle, and her mind immediately conjured images of Frankenstein’s Bride.

Knowing it was a bad joke, but unable to stop herself, she murmured, “It’s alive!”

In a move almost too quick to follow, he reached for her.

She screamed, trying to remember anything from the self-defense class she’d taken in high school. But that’d been almost ten years ago. Like claws, his fingertips jabbed into her arms, yanking her toward him. His face descended to her shoulder, and pain seared through her.

Did he just bite me?

Agony surged through her. Pain. Anger. Fury. Her entire being seemed to explode in a shower of sparks and fur. Fur? Her lips curled back from her teeth.

The next thing she knew, her mouth was against his throat. The taste of iron coated her tongue.

Not iron. Blood.

What the fuck was happening? She wasn’t in control. Her head twisted, jaws refusing to let go. She felt the tear of flesh and heard an awful gurgling as the man’s hands pawed uselessly against her. The light in his eyes shifted to green, and she swore he whispered, “Thank you.”

Then the glow faded to darkness.