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Six years of "no." One night of "finally."
Narla Wright is a professional at disappearing. In Haven Shores, she's just the quiet candle witch—soft voice, steady hands, nothing to see here. She's absolutely not hiding from a nightmare with teeth. And she's definitely not spending way too much mental energy on the suspicious, annoyingly hot sheriff who's been watching her like she's a crime waiting to happen. The way he fills out that uniform? Irrelevant. Those hands? Not thinking about them. Six years of avoidance, ruined the moment he finally touches her.
Wyatt Gentry doesn't trust easily, and the candle witch is a puzzle he can't crack. Too serene. Too secretive. Too damn good at making his panther pace and snarl mine while his brain says absolutely not. Years of watching her. Of keeping his distance. Then the equinox surge puts her in his arms—and she fits like she was made for him. She tastes like honey and bad decisions. And his self-control? Gone.
When Narla's candles start exposing fated mates and her nightmare finally finds her, she needs protection—even if it comes with fangs, a badge, and a growl that makes her knees weak. But safe houses mean close quarters, and close quarters mean his hands on her, his breath against her neck, and six years of tension finally snapping. The monster at her door is terrifying. Falling for Wyatt? Even scarier.
Welcome back to Haven Shores, where the candles don't lie, the panthers play the long game, and six years of wanting ends in flames.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Narla Wright is a professional at disappearing. In Haven Shores, she's just the quiet candle witch—soft voice, steady hands, nothing to see here. She's absolutely not hiding from a nightmare with teeth. And she's definitely not spending way too much mental energy on the suspicious, annoyingly hot sheriff who's been watching her like she's a crime waiting to happen. The way he fills out that uniform? Irrelevant. Those hands? Not thinking about them. Six years of avoidance, ruined the moment he finally touches her.
Wyatt Gentry doesn't trust easily, and the candle witch is a puzzle he can't crack. Too serene. Too secretive. Too damn good at making his panther pace and snarl mine while his brain says absolutely not. Years of watching her. Of keeping his distance. Then the equinox surge puts her in his arms—and she fits like she was made for him. She tastes like honey and bad decisions. And his self-control? Gone.
When Narla's candles start exposing fated mates and her nightmare finally finds her, she needs protection—even if it comes with fangs, a badge, and a growl that makes her knees weak. But safe houses mean close quarters, and close quarters mean his hands on her, his breath against her neck, and six years of tension finally snapping. The monster at her door is terrifying. Falling for Wyatt? Even scarier.
Welcome back to Haven Shores, where the candles don't lie, the panthers play the long game, and six years of wanting ends in flames.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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