Have Wand, Will Travel – Have Wand, Will Travel Book 1 by Teresa J. Reasor

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Teresa J. Reasor

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Have Wand, Will Travel:

When the Witch’s council hires Witch Zira O’Shea to find a missing artifact, she can’t refuse. The clues lead her to Vampire Christophe Bakas whose fallen angel’s good looks and talents are guaranteed to lead her into temptation and danger while they find the wand and seek to hide it because it’s a danger to both their species. But there’s a problem, the wand has bonded with them.

Once Bitten Twice Shy:

When Phoebe Stewart’s groom poisons her during the wedding ceremony, and her life expectancy falls from forever to a week, “till death do you part” takes on a whole new meaning. When she catches up with her new husband, she intends to stake and roast the traitorous, narcissistic weenie. Especially now she’s met Hunter Knox, the bad boy alpha vampire she’s been waiting for her whole death.

Adventures of a Witchy Wallflower:

After 50 years of teaching magic-challenged witches, Madeline’s found Jake, the perfect male witch to share a different kind of magic in her life. But Jake has a reputation and money problems. And he’s been offered a hundred thousand dollars to meet Madeline. When he falls in love he has two problems, if Madeline finds out about the money she’ll dump him, if his curse doesn’t get to her first.

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Christophe doesn’t want to steal from humans, there is really no challenge in it, he does however have to pay his bills. He notices something about their baby’s health and leaves a note for them.

He shouldn’t have a financial problem, but his manservant Arnold has disappeared and with him all the passwords to his accounts. He knows Arnold is near but he can’t pinpoint where, that in itself is unusual. As he approaches his car he finds out who is responsible for Arnold’s disappearance, the vampire council the question is why.

Zaira O’Shea is a private investigator, her clients witches and shifters, the humans in front of her are a rarity. The Sutherlands want her to find the thief not to punish him but to thank him for saving their daughter. She’s able to find him but he also wants something from her. What she discovers is that they both have an interest in the object the Magic Council has hired her to find.

This is a favorite scene.

“If you’re not going to turn me into the police, perhaps we could go to a coffee shop and have something to drink,” Christophe suggested. Now it was dark, the temperature had dropped, and she looked chilled. The smell of car exhaust from down on the street lingered in the air. “It will give me an opportunity to explain why I stole the jewelry from the Sutherlands, and why I need a witch. And it will give you time to see I’m not the monster you think I am.”

She studied him with a dubious frown. “You were going to bite me, and now you want me to have coffee with you?”

“It was a momentary lapse. I promise not to bite you while you drink your coffee. It would be rude.”

She laughed, then sobered as he strolled forward. The defensive tension built in her body language. In his most soothing voice, he said, “I work with humans all the time and am able to control my,” he grinned, “woo-woo. You needn’t be afraid. We can help each other, perhaps.”

“You steal for a living, and you want me to trust you?”

“I work for a living. I’ve just run up against something untoward and resorted to a little burglary to resolve the issue.”

Her brows rose at that.

He motioned toward the door leading down into the apartment building.

“I’d prefer you go first.”

Trust was going to take some time with this one. It was a shame he couldn’t use his vampire woo-woo on her. He wanted to laugh every time he thought it. Instead, he shrugged and headed for the door.

The Dish wasn’t exactly bustling at almost midnight. Four students were pulling a late-night study session in one of the booths, and a couple had fallen asleep from exhaustion at their tables. The wait staff, used to the last-minute insanity of the semester, worked around them, cleaning up, refilling salt and pepper shakers, and rolling silverware for the next day.

“We don’t have much time. The diner will be closing in half an hour, so I’ll get right to it. A month ago, Arnold, my uncle, disappeared. Someone took him while I was at work. Arnold has been with me for… a very long time. I have trusted him with all my financial issues because he’s more… human, and people are more at ease with him. Everything is direct deposit these days. No one ever hands you a paycheck anymore and says ‘go, you earned it, spend it.’ But when he disappeared, it left me without access to any funds. I didn’t know how much money it would take for me to hire people to help me get him back, so I chose someone I thought could afford a small loss.”

Over her shoulder, he saw Andy Kutzerd, one of his students, swagger into the diner and go to the counter to place an order. He was hard to miss, with his carrot-red hair and six-foot-three frame. He played football on the college team, their star quarterback. Happily, his usual entourage of fellow players and girls were not in attendance.

He knew the kid, since he was in Christophe’s American History class, and unfortunately the booth wasn’t big enough for Christophe to duck out of sight. Andy would be bearing down on them at any moment. Shit. This night was getting more and more interesting. “Excuse me for a moment.” He slid free of the booth and approached the student.

“Hello, Andy.”

“Hey, Professor. How you doin’?”

“I’m fine.”

“Beautiful lady you’re with,” Andy said, his curiosity palpable. “Girlfriend?”

“Hopefully. First date.” It was impossible not to grin at that.

Andy grinned in return. “You know most of your students think you’re gay. There’s rampant interest. Bets and everything going on. You just gave me an edge.”

Christophe shook his head. “Why would my personal life be of interest to the student body?”

“Well, all the girls flock around you after class, but you never show any interest, even when they go into overdrive and try to vamp you. And you do live with that older dude.”

Christophe coughed to cover his single bark of laughter at the vamp comment. “That older dude is my uncle.” Or at least that was the cover he and Arnold both used when questions were raised about their living arrangement. “And I don’t show interest in the ladies in class because it’s against university policy to date students. And they’re much too young for me.”

“Policy is policy, but if I had that kind of interest…” Andy peeked around Christophe’s shoulder again, then shrugged one massive, muscular shoulder.

“You’d be out of a job. And I’m rather attached to mine. It pays the bills.”

Andy grinned. “Point taken, Professor. But you have a stronger will than I have.”

Or maybe he was just getting old. Hell, he was old. He bit back a sigh.

“Is there something I can do for you?” Andy asked.

“Yes, there is.” Christophe debated with himself about how much to affect the student’s memory. He decided to give him a gentle nudge, gazed into the man’s eyes, and projected his will. “Stay here at the counter and give us some privacy.”

“Sure thing, Professor,” Andy nodded.

Christophe wandered back to the table.

“Afraid I’ll figure out where you work?” she asked as soon as he sat down.

“You’ll figure it out soon enough. My name is Christophe, but you may call me Chris if you like.” He offered his hand.

She hesitated then accepted it, shook it briefly and said, “Zaira.” She twisted her coffee cup around in a circle. “Why don’t you continue with what you were saying?”

“I’ve been tracking Arnold for a month, but every time I get close, they move him before I can reach him. It has to be witches.”

“Why would they take him?”

Christophe shoved a hand through his hair, pushing back his curly locks. If he told her too much, she wouldn’t help him. If he told her too little, it would put her in danger. “To force me to do something I don’t want to do. They’re holding Arnold hostage until I do it.”

“What is it they’ve asked you to do?”

“I can’t tell you what it is.”

“Have you done it yet?”

“No. But if I can free Arnold and get him somewhere safe, I can tell them to go stake themselves.”

“If you can’t get him to safety, what then?”

“I’ll have to do what they’ve demanded. Or they’ll kill him.”

“Why do you think witches are holding him?”

“Vampires can run very fast, making it appear as though we get from point A to point B in a matter of seconds. Arnold is very old, but he’s still human. He wouldn’t be able to run. And his position change is instantaneous.”

“Like a witch teleporting?”

“Yes.”

She was silent for a long moment.

He stared at the small crease between her auburn brows in fascination. Her eyes were hazel, a blend of green and brown, with touches of blue around the iris. Her skin was almost as pale as his, but flawless, and it had the warmth of the living to give it more glow. A tender blush rose to her cheeks, telling him she’d noticed his masculine interest.

“I’ll come in and meet with the Sutherlands under a disguise spell, if you’ll help me get Arnold back, and I’ll pay you whatever fee you decide is fair. I can narrow it down to his general area, but you’ll have to locate him. Then you can teleport me to the location before they can escape with him.”

“It would be easier if I could go in alone. If you come with me, they may sense you before we arrive.”

“It’s too dangerous for you to go in alone. You won’t be dealing with witches alone. There are vampires involved. With both working together… it would be too risky.”

“I’ve never known vampires and witches to work together. What could be so important they’d agree to do that?”

Christophe swore, his gaze latching onto the two vampires entering the diner. “We need to go.” He grasped her wrist and slid out of the booth fast, pausing to toss a bill on their table. She tensed in resistance until she looked over her shoulder and saw the two large vampires bearing down on them.

“Hold onto me,” she demanded, grasping his jacket.

Christophe slipped his arms around her waist and held her tight against him. He experienced the sensation of flying, but he was blind to where they were going.

He staggered back against a wall as they came to a halt inside an office, his hands sliding down over her firm, delectable bottom.

Zaira, unbalanced, leaned against him, her head tucked beneath his chin. His heart was actually beating from the magic she’d expelled… or was it her breasts pressing against his ribs, or the elemental scent she emitted, a blend of cinnamon, woman, and ozone?

It had been a long time. And he was dead, not blind or numb.
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The funny thing is that although they both have problems with their respective councils. Neither one of them want to relinquish the object to them.

A fun read with laughter, suspense and sizzle!

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Phoebe is to marry Trevor at the behest of her sire Arthur. It’s a political move to join two clans together. She doesn’t trust Trevor and really doesn’t like him at all. Her instincts are proven correct when he poisons her during their wedding ceremony.

Hunter is investigating for the Vampire Council and Roger Haines who handles vampire affairs for Have Wand Will Travel has asked him to take over Phoebe’s case. Their first meeting is interesting to say the least.

This is a favorite scene.

“Tell me about your— fiancé.” He was strangely reluctant to call the man her husband.

“I underestimated him. I thought he was just a self-absorbed weenie, but instead he was a treacherous, murderous asshole.”

She had a right to be angry, but it wouldn’t help Hunter build a case. “Tell me about him, where he might go, what he might do, now he’s on the run from his clan and most other vamps.”

“I don’t really know him. We only met twenty-four hours before the ceremony. I’m not old enough to rise early during the day, so we only spoke for about two hours the night before the wedding. He and his sire Armanno Ricci and Arthur spent most of the night in the library hammering out some last-minute changes to the contract.” She shot him a wry smile. “It was supposed to quell the violence between our clans.”

“I see. How did you feel about the marriage?”

She remained silent for several moments. “Arthur is my sire, and he was doing what he thought best for our clan.”

Meaning she hadn’t been happy with the arrangement, but she wasn’t going to say anything negative about her sire. But he sensed pain behind the care she took choosing her words.

“And Trevor? How did he seem?”

“He was gaining control of a third of his sire’s territory. I thought he was pleased with the deal.”

“What can you tell me about him?”

“He looks thirty. He’s fifty years older than I am, which makes him about a hundred. He spoke of finishing his degree long after his transition so he could help Ricci with his business interests. They’ve been together since before he was turned. He can ride horseback. Likes to go for moonlight swims.”

Hunter raised a brow at that.

Phoebe grinned as though sharing a joke, and for a moment he saw the vibrant young vampire behind the illness. And she was very, very ill.

She sipped more blood before setting the cup aside. “He thought I’d find it romantic. He also mentioned some friends. I met one of them. His name is Randal Hawkins. The other is Jack Kinney, who plays poker for a living.”

“You learned all that in two hours?”

She shrugged. “He was eager to talk about himself and his friends. I’m a good listener when I feel I need to be. Also, I read Arthur’s in-depth dossier on him.”

“And you?”

“I wasn’t interested in sharing. This was a business deal between my sire and his. It was never meant to be a real marriage. It was never going to be a marriage, as far as I was concerned. But Ricci and Trevor got greedy. With my death, they’ll be one step closer to taking over the whole southeast territory.

“My clan won’t sit back and wait. Violence will become a way of life, and the whole area may explode, because the clan will think it’s mandatory to seek vengeance for my death. Which means humans may be dragged into it. Other species.”

“Unless your clan gets Ricci first.”

“Arthur had a chance. He chose to save me instead. He has a sense of the big picture when others see only the wealth and power gained by being the leader of such a huge territory. He views wiping out an entire clan as genocide, and wants to avoid it if possible.”

He’d never heard such a claim. “Forgive me, but I’ve never met an altruistic vampire. Most are solely involved in their own small corner of the world.”

She shot him a narrow-eyed look. “Arthur is eight hundred years old. He’s seen war, pestilence, and hardship. He wants what’s best for our species. If we mean to survive, we need to learn to blend into the rest of society instead of hiding. Meet with him and let him tell you himself. But you might want to do so quickly.” She struggled to her feet and gripped the edge of the desk.

Hunter rushed with vampiric speed to her side. He rested one hand against the small of her back while the other caught and held her arm to steady her. She smelled of orange blossoms. The feminine feel of her curves triggered an electric rush of awareness. She was smaller than he first thought, possibly only a hundred and fifteen pounds. The three-inch heels on her boots made her seem taller, but it couldn’t add any bulk to her slender frame.

“I’m fine.” She seemed more embarrassed than upset by the momentary weakness. She tilted her head back to look up at him, and their eyes locked.

Her unusual violet eyes darkened, then dropped away, her throat working as she swallowed. “I don’t have time to waste. I’ve already started a search for Trevor myself, so if you’re going to help me, you need to do it quickly.”

She shifted away, and he released her.

“I’m aware of the time issue. And you said if. I thought the whole point of this interview was for me to work for you.”

The distrust in her expression was open. “I don’t know who you work for, Mr. Knox, but I know it’s not just another private detective agency.”

He canted his head in surprise. “Why do you say that?”

“You’re wearing a three-thousand-dollar suit, and the Jaguar you drive is worth close to seventy thousand. I watched you pull up in it. You couldn’t afford either one on a PI’s salary.”

She was no naïve, protected, adopted daughter of a wealthy Master Vampire. The shrewd suspicion in her gaze almost triggered a smile. “I’m independently wealthy, Ms. Stewart.” Which wasn’t a lie. “I do what I do because it’s a challenge, and I enjoy helping people get the justice they deserve.”

“The stakes for this investigation are higher than just stolen property or a missing person.”

“I’m aware of that.”

“Mr. Haines is investigating what happened at the wedding for the local Vampire Council.”

“I’m sure there’s nothing to be worried about.”

“I’m not worried. Harry Adcock is a fool and a coward. When the fighting broke out, the old buzzard ran and hid. As far as I’m concerned, he can take a flying leap onto a sharp stake, ass first.”

“Since he’s a member of the Vampire Council, you may want to be careful of what you say about him.”

“If I live, he may want to be careful. I have video of him standing directly behind Trevor while he prepared to stake me. Adcock ran away even though he had an opportunity to help. He’d better think long and hard about this. If he pushes it, I’ll release that video, and I’ll own his position on the Council.”

Hunter struggled between a sense of outrage on her behalf and amusement. Even ill, she had more passion and strength than Adcock, who was hundreds of years old. “I hope you’ve shared the video with Roger.”

“Yes. I have. When would you like to speak with Arthur?”

“Tomorrow night, if possible.”

“Do you have a card? I’ll have him call you and set up a time.”

“Certainly.” He slipped a business card out of the inner pocket of his suit jacket and handed it to her. It had nothing on it but his name and number. She tucked it into her jeans pocket and bent to retrieve a motorcycle helmet off the floor. She held it against her hip under her arm, and he stepped back to make room for her to slip out from behind the desk. “May I see your neck?”

She tilted her head and tugged the turtleneck down, baring her throat. The fang marks hadn’t healed, and the bruise covered an area from her jaw to her collarbone.

Concern pinched him. There was no substance he knew of that could cause such damage. If the flesh started rotting… She wouldn’t be able to recover. Rage fired through him at the deliberate cruelty of what had been done. He fought the urge to draw her close.

“I thought Trevor was just wiping away the blood from his bite. He rubbed poison into the wound with his thumb. It will not heal.”

He swallowed back his anger with difficulty while trying to keep his expression neutral. “Would you be open to having a physician I know examine you?”

Those violet eyes scanned his face again. “Yes.”

“Good. I’ll set it up right away.” He was reluctant to let her go. Someone might be impatient for her to die and try to hurry things along out in the parking lot. “I’ll see you out.”

They walked down the hall to the waiting area. The PI agency’s receptionist, Calamity, rose. As usual, her pale blonde hair tumbled around her shoulders in disarray, but she seemed well organized.

“It was good to see you again, Phoebe,” she said. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do.”

Phoebe paused to give her a nod. “I appreciate the offer. Let me know the next time you do an evening youth seminar, and I’ll help out.”

The young witch’s eyes glazed with tears for a moment before she regained control. “Thanks, I will.”
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Phoebe has a secret or two but the focus is on finding Trevor and getting the antidote to the poison. She doesn’t have long and Hunter is determined to save her life.

A race against time, a romance that kindles and some sizzle as well.

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Professor Madeline Montgomery is teaching a class of adults who have trouble controlling their magic. Overall she’s pleased with the progress they’ve made, but two of them, Gregor and Harry are still having issues. There is always a price to be paid with magic and when she feels that boomerang effect start she contains it until she can speak to the two of them so they understand how it’s supposed to work and then she’ll release the magical karma. It’s that action that has her called to the Dean’s office where she gets angry enough to quit her job of over fifty years.

Jake Cunningham has a reputation and he’s also been cursed. He’s a witch but has mostly stayed in the human world, not bother to anything but things of protection. He’s borrowed money from women and yes he’s behind in paying them back, but he honestly intends to do so. The reason he’s been borrowing is to maintain Gee Gee, his great grandmother’s home. It’s been in the family for centuries and it’s thanks to his late mother’s spending habits, deeply in debt. He logs into Witchbook and looks thorough the profiles for someone he might be compatible with and decides on a teacher. Only it’s not the teacher who meets with him it’s her over the top mother. Apparently Madeline didn’t put the profile up, her mother did on her behalf, without her knowledge. It has to stay that way and what she’s offering is something he can’t turn down.

There’s also Tatiana Smirnov who’s got a vendetta going against him. This last encounter as he left Madeline’s mother gave him the reason to accept Roz’s proposal. Tatiana has threatened not only him but Gee Gee. He’s going to ask Madeline for help with his witchcraft.

When he finds Madeline is no longer with the university he goes to her home. Her reception was friendly and she agrees to help him, but not until she organizes the mess she brought home with her. Jake offers assistance in the form of boxes first then furniture. The furniture becomes a bit of an adventure.

This is a favorite scene.

Whatever happened at the college, it had been sudden and catastrophic. Her eyes were still red from crying, and she looked so damn vulnerable when she opened the door, he almost backed off the porch and told her he had the wrong address.

Leaving her just now had saved him from moving too quickly, though he’d wanted to hold her and help her release all the emotion she continued to hold in check. But he was a stranger, and if he’d obeyed his impulse, she would have been embarrassed afterwards.

He shoved aside an antique sideboard possibly two hundred years old, a chair upholstered in needlepoint, and a huge leather chair that probably cost thousands. His family had been hoarding this kind of stuff for years.

He scanned the basement for the boxes, and as soon as he spotted them, teleported to them rather than fight his way through the junk. He shook them to make sure they were empty, then stacked them one inside the other. With both hands full, he teleported back to her house.

Madeline was sitting in the floor stacking books into subject matter.

“You’re going to need some bookcases for those. We have some of those in our basement as well.”

She actually laughed. “It sounds like your basement is a treasure trove.”

“It is.” Inspiration struck. “Would you like to come with me and check it out?” He offered his hand.

She studied his face through glasses that made her green eyes look huge, but the speculation in her gaze surprised him. She could rip him to shreds and put him back together, she was that powerful. He could feel her power surging beneath the surface every time she got upset.

She took his hand, and he helped her rise. In a blink they were back in the basement. He flipped on more lights, which only served to make the packed space looked worse.

“Wow!” Her eyes widened, looking even larger.

“That isn’t exactly what I said when I first saw it.”

She laughed.

“What would anyone want with two full-sized, stuffed polar bears?” He pointed to them. One bear peered over the top of everything stacked in front of him, while the other poked her head around a stacked mattress and box spring set. “Don’t tell anyone we have them. We’d have animal rights groups protesting on the front lawn.”

“Poor things. They both look a little miserable, don’t they?”

“You want to take them home and keep them company, they’re yours,” he teased.

“You could donate them to the zoo.”

“Hey, that’s a good idea. I’ll check into it.” He pointed toward the west corner. “I think the bookcases were propped against that far wall. If you’ll trust me to get you there, we’ll go check them out.”

“Since you know where you’re going.” This time she grasped his hand, and he smiled. They were there in a blink.

The solid wood bookshelves had a thick coat of dust on them. Grabbing a sheet off of a piece of furniture, Jake wiped it away so she could see the finish on them.

“These are beautiful and very well built. Solid Wood. I love the edging around the corners of the shelves.” She touched the decorative trim.

“Thanks. I built them a long time ago.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “You did?”

“Yeah. I like to work with my hands, and you can’t do everything with magic.”

“That’s what I keep telling people. How much would you want for them?”

“A trade. You help me protect Gee Gee, and they’re yours.”

“I was going to help you anyway.”

“I know, but I didn’t expect you to do it without being paid. There might be a desk around here, too. Let’s look around some more.”

It was like a treasure hunt. He’d never dreamed there was so much stuff hidden down in the depths of the house. He even found some pieces he could use in his bedroom and the study upstairs, and he teleported them to both rooms.

Madeline held up an old, rusty cauldron. “You may need this, if you don’t have one.”

“There’s one in the kitchen that’s in better shape.”

He glanced up to find her approaching the polar bears slowly, as though she expected the male to swipe her with one of his huge paws.

He teleported to her. “What’s wrong?”

“These aren’t just stuffed polar bears.”

“What do you mean?”

“They aren’t stuffed. They’re frozen in place, and have been for a very long time.”

The realization that someone had done such a thing to live creatures hollowed Jake’s belly. “We have to do something to release them.”

“We’ll have to have them in the right place before we can do it. Polar bears aren’t exactly cuddly, and they might be a bit angry after all this time.”

“Gee-Gee might know who’s responsible.”

The hand she ran over the animal’s side appeared delicate and fine-boned. “Whoever did it was very powerful. And it was a long time ago.”

“So their family would be dead now.”

“I’m not sure polar bears have families. I think the males wander, hunting for females and food.”

“Not so different from the human or witch races.” He earned a grin for his self-depreciating humor.

Outrage still tugged at him. He knew what it was like to live with a curse. But at least he was free to live. “Do you think you can free them if I find out who did it?”

“Yes. I’ll have to break the spell, and knowing something about why and how it happened would go a long way toward helping me figure it out.”

Jake swiped the screen of his cell phone, called his grandmother, and reached her voice mail. He left a message about the bears.

Studying the huge, hulking creatures, beautiful and fearsome, he realized he’d probably never have another opportunity to be this close or touch one again. He rested a hand on the bear’s side.

The distinct scent of fish wafted off the animal, and his fur felt surprisingly warm. A vibration beneath his hand telegraphed a deep growl that filled the basement.

“Jake…” Madeline gripped his arm.

With no warning a large paw slammed into his chest, and he flew across the basement like a shuttlecock. He crashed through a rack packed with old clothes and coats.

Madeline! Gasping for air, he threw aside the leather coat covering his face and smelling of mothballs and staggered to his feet. The metal rack was bent around one leg, and he stumbled, but caught himself with his fingertips and bobbed back up, posed to jump back into the fray.

The Bear loomed motionless over Madeline, his dark brown gaze drilling down at her with bloodthirsty intent, his snout wrinkled into a snarl, baring teeth that could easily rip the meat off her bones. Madeline teleported a few feet closer to the stairs. But instead of following her, the bear homed in on his mate. He reared up, crashed through the furniture and boxes separating them, and started humping her.

Jake teleported to Madeline. “Don’t look.” He threw up a hand, blocking her view. It was bad enough for the thing to wake up horny, but to hump his frozen girlfriend… He teleported to the bear and, using an umbrella shoved against the animals shoulder. “Hey, Horny.”

The bear roared and lumbered toward Jake as he backed down the narrow path they’d cleared while they looked through the furniture. As soon as the bear got close, Jake popped farther away, guiding him toward the stairs. Jake teleported to the top of the stairs and opened the door.

Madeline teleported to him. “Are you okay?”

Except for being a little breathless… “We’ll talk about it after we get rid of our friend.”

The roar at the bottom of the steps practically shook the house off its foundation. The wooden steps squeaked and popped beneath the huge animal’s weight. He climbed toward them, his claws gouging the wood with each step.

“We need to go,” Jake urged, grabbing Madeline’s arm and tugging her out into the hall. He rushed to open the front door.

“We can’t turn him lose in the neighborhood to eat someone’s pet or child.”

“What do you suggest we do?”

“Take him home.”

“You mean Canada or Alaska? That’s thousands of miles away, and he has to weigh at least a thousand pounds.”

“I’m always up for a challenge.”

He found that more than a little interesting. “We’d have to touch him to transport him.”

“Wait until he’s out in the hall, and we’ll teleport behind him.”

The animal’s huge black nose poked free of the doorway, and he lumbered out into the hall. His low, rumbling growl rolled out, echoing in the space.

Jake glanced at Madeline. “Now.”

They both landed behind the animal. Jake sunk his fingers into the animal’s fur.

The bear grew hard as wood, frozen in place again. Madeline looked up, her eyes wide with surprise. “Thank the Goddess. We need to figure out what triggered his reanimation. In the meantime, stay away from the other bear.”

No shit. “No problem.” He braced his hands on his knees and drew a cleansing breath that hurt all the way in, then out.

“Let me see your chest, Jake,” she said, her expression serious.

He unbuttoned the top of his shirt to see what damage had been done. A reddish-purple bruise the size of a dinner plate was already forming.
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This is a fun and romantic read, with some interesting twists and turns. These two are really meant for each other and the attraction sizzles off the pages.

I truly enjoyed this trilogy and I hope you will too.

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Teresa J. Reasor

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Teresa Reasor was born in Southeastern Kentucky, but grew up a Marine Corps brat. The love of reading instilled in her in Kindergarten at Parris Island, South Carolina made books her friends during the many transfers her father’s military career entailed. The transition from reader to writer came easily and she was a closet novelist for many years until 2007 when her first book was published.

After twenty-one years as an Art Teacher and ten years as a part time College Instructor, she’s now retired and living her dream as a full time Writer.

Her body of work includes both full-length novels and shorter pieces in many different genres, Military Romantic Suspense, Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy, Historical Romance, Contemporary Romance, and Children’s Books.

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