Everyone in this cursed little town thinks I’m the problem. Sure, I’m a shadow witch. Yes, my magic sometimes moves without asking. And okay, fine—things have been exploding lately.
But I swear on my black lace panties, I’m not the one summoning evil doppelg?ngers in the snowstorm. Enter Officer Growly. Six-foot-four of tiger-shifter muscle, military brood, and tactical scowls.
They send him to watch me. Guard me. Possibly kill me. But instead of turning me in, he turns me on. And when a creature wearing my face tries to ruin my life? He bares his claws.
Stands between me and a mob with torches. And drags me into a safehouse where he definitely, absolutely should not be letting me ride him like a broomstick. Oops.
I told myself not to fall for the tiger. Then he bit me.
