Wild Witches of Beaver Bay 1: Mysti and Starr
by Kate Hill
(Paranormal Romance)
A blazing trail only he can see leads demon hunting biker Starr Johanson to his destined mate. A blessing placed on her family’s ancestral land summons Mysti Wild to the cabin where she’ll meet the man fated to share her life.
Each fears the other will be frightened by magic they don’t understand, but they quickly learn to trust each other, because no one can resist the person they were born to love.
Excerpt:
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
Damn. Leave it to her to be bound to the rarest type of man — a perceptive one.
Mysti forced a smile. “Nothing. Why do you ask?”
“You’re moping.”
“I am not.”
“No, you were definitely moping. I just met you and already I can tell.”
“Starr, I don’t think I can do this. Not like this.”
Starr looked startled. “Do what? I’m not going to try to get you in bed, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“I’m not, and… you’re not?”
“No.”
“Oh.” Starr’s words took Mysti aback. Not that she expected him to want sex right then, but it would be nice if the man she was to spend the rest of her life with desired her.
“Was that what you’re worried about?” Starr asked.
“No. You’re not interested in sex?”
“Hold everything. I never said I wasn’t interested in sex. I said I’m not going to dive on a lady I just met.”
“Oh. That makes sense.” Starr was trying to be a gentleman, and maybe he was particular. Some men were, and he had no way of knowing —
“What’s wrong now?”
“Starr, stop doing that.”
“What?”
“Asking what’s wrong.”
“Did you want to go to bed? Is that the problem?” he prodded.
“There’s no problem.”
Starr raised an eyebrow and for the first time she realized that as much as she liked him, he already had traits that drove her crazy.
Coming soon from Changeling Press.
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Oh, wow, this should prove very interesting.
Lots of dialogue without really saying anything combined with assumptions makes for a good chuckle.
She enters this bond with a pitifully low opinion of men, it seems.