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This is the first time, Brady gets a look at the Larkin sisters:

The bell over the diner door rang. I lifted my head and watched as two of the sexiest red-heads walked in.

Bowie let out a low whistle. Adam turned to see what we were looking at.

“Thank the gods, I’m engaged. Holy hell, that’s double trouble, if ever I’ve seen it.”

I could feel the crotch of my jeans shrinking at a rather rapid pace. My mouth was watering. I swallowed hard and simply stared. Red-heads are my downfall and always have been.

One had a long braid and the other one had short, spiky hair.

The short-haired one turned and smiled. Her lavender eyes were lined with eyelashes as black as night. She tapped the other one on the shoulder and they both looked at us.

With piercings in her eyebrows, her nose, her lip, and who knows where else, she said something to the other and walked to our table.

She leaned over our table and her scent snuck into my nose, down my throat, and grabbed me by the balls. “Hey, handsome,” she said, looking at me, “could you tell me and my sister where we could find Sheriff Golden?”

All the blood rushed from my head and my tongue felt as if it weighed a ton. I lifted my hand and pointed to my right where Bowie sat.

The beautiful goddess smiled again, “Thanks, handsome.” She turned to Bowie who could only smile. “Sheriff Golden, I’m Silver Larkin. My sister, Sheriff Starr Larkin, phoned yesterday about an e-mail she received about our friend, Samantha Howard and her son, Patrick.”

Her voice was laced with sex.  Her sister joined us at the table and I felt as if I’d been hit with a hammer.

Bowie asked them a few questions about Jane/Samantha which they answered to his satisfaction apparently. “I’ve got to get to the office, but Brady can take you out to Ja-, I mean, Samantha. Just be prepared. She hit her head in the accident and she doesn’t remember too much. We felt lucky she remembered Patrick. There again, he’s a pretty unforgettable kid.”

I looked at Bowie. I was supposed to take these two out to Ana’s cottage? I couldn’t even speak and I was supposed to tell Samantha why these women were visiting her? I looked up and begged the gods for some mercy.

The one named Starr touched my arm, “If you don’t mind, we’d like to get going.” I noticed the pentagram tattooed on the inside of her wrist.

I cleared my throat. “Uhm, sure. My truck is back at the sheriff’s station. If you want to meet me there in about fifteen minutes, I can take you out to Ja-, Samantha.”

Silver winked at me as she stood to get their coffees from the counter.

Bowie nudged me, “You better get going.”

I closed my eyes and began thinking of things to make the embarrassing situation go away. I’d get to the point where I could feel erection subside and her smell would drift back to me.

“Having a problem, bro?” Bowie said with a laugh.

“Just a little. Gods, it hasn’t been this bad since high school.”

“They were sexy things, weren’t they?” Adam said.

“Not helping,” I groaned.

“Did you notice the pentagrams?” Bowie asked me.

“I did. Are we dealing with witches here?”

“Kind of seems that way, Brady. Be careful. We haven’t had witches in Cedar River in a long time, not including Ana, of course.”

I never really counted Ana as a witch since whenever she used magick it usually backfired so she tried to avoid using her powers at any costs. It seems my life was about to get very interesting.


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Cedar River, Michigan is a wonderful place to fall in love. Some people see change as a good thing, but there are a few others who can’t let go of the “old ways.” “Breeds should stay within their breeds,” they say.

Adam Thomas is the deputy sheriff in Cedar River. His black puma shifter side got him released from the military and sent back home. His demons followed, but they are nothing compared to the ones within his pride.

Luna McIntyre is the only daughter and shaman to the McIntyre pack. She is tired of being smothered and told what to do in regards to her life. She’s opened a sweet shop and moved forward with her life. However, the love of her teen years is back in town and her family is trying to rein her in again.

Someone in this small town is so set in their beliefs that they can’t see how love is sometimes simply love. Cats and canines may be natural born enemies, but love may be enough to get past the differences.


I’ll never forget the first look I got of Adam. He wore his bad attitude like a well-worn pair of jeans. Gods, I wanted to be the woman to tame his wild side. The anger radiated off him in waves, but I knew in my heart that he was simply hurting.

Every year since I could remember, the pack and the pride would lay aside their differences and would help with the clearing of downed trees in the woods between the two lands. Roman Pierce recruited Adam to help. He was a young and able body. His lanky muscles bunched and relaxed with each piece of wood he tossed into the waiting trailers. My mouth still waters at that memory. Then, Adam got arrested. My dad warned me to stay away from Adam, but there was something about that young man. I started to make excuses to go into town with my girlfriends in hopes of catching his eye.

“He’s nothing but bad news, Luna,” my friend, Maria, said.

“If that’s what bad news looks like, you can deliver it to me every day,” was my reply.

Adam’s black hair was always in his eyes, but when those piercing green eyes turned my way, I felt my insides melt. A mere glance from the Pierce Pride bad boy sent my heart racing. I would watch him in the halls at school and on the football field. His speed made him the best receiver on the Cedar River Miners. I’d watch him on the side lines palling around with “Bodacious” Bowie Golden. Those two together were enough to make a girl’s panties drop with a simple smile.



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The Upper Peninsula of Michigan seems like it is another country. The rawness and beauty of the land draws people from every walk of life. What most people don’t realize is there is a little town nestled on the banks of Lake Superior that an entire group of supernatural beings call home. Shifters of every shape and size live there. They raise their families there. Tourists come from near and far to visit the quaint town of Cedar River, Michigan. The tourists never realize they are walking among some of the most unusual beings on earth.

Bowie Golden is a dragon shifter who is in charge of Cedar River’s safety. Until now, the biggest threat to anyone’s safety was Anastasia Plum, a witch/puma-shifter. She has been the town hellraiser since she was a teenager. Now someone has discovered the secret the residents of Cedar River keep for one another. These radicals are determined to eradicate the entire town. It’s up to Bowie to keep them all safe.

Ana has always idolized Bowie. She may have stirred up trouble from time to time, but Bowie or one of his brothers would always get her out of the trouble she was in. One day, it happened. The unthinkable, the unimaginable occurred. Anastasia Plum fell for the “golden” boy. What an unlikely duo- the sheriff and the hellraiser!

Just as these two discover their passion for one another, a group of people is determined to keep them apart. It’s up to Ana to prove that she is the only Keeper of the Golden Dragon’s Heart.


My name is Anastasia Plum. I’m the only living child of a puma shifter and a witch. I grew up in this incredible community of supernatural beings on the shores of Lake Superior in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. From the tall pines that grace our forests to the most amazing body of water I have ever seen, there is no better place on earth. My earliest memory is of laying my head against my father’s chest and hearing him purr. I was three years old. Two years later, hunters killed my father, who was hunting in puma form, leaving my mother to fall into a deep depression. I was twelve when a spell my mother had worked for a human went wrong and the person returned in the night to burn our home to the ground, killing my mother. Looking back, I think she was ready to meet my father wherever his soul was wandering, especially since she was able to get me out of the burning cabin. At the age of twelve, I was alone in the world except for a family of dragon shifters who had befriended my parents before I was born. Bernard Golden took me to the puma shifters who lived on the edge of our village. The pumas turned me away because I was a half-breed. There were no other witches in the community so the Golden family took me in as one of their own. With four boys, Lorelai Golden welcomed another female presence. To me, she always smelled of sugar cookies and cinnamon. Bowie, the oldest son, was my chief defender. He is seven years older than me and he took my protection very seriously. Brady, the second son was my trainer. He taught me to fight and hunt, which is hard for a dragon to teach a puma, but he did his best. Callum and Colin are the youngest. A set of twins, a rarity in the dragon world, they were allowed to get away with a lot. Being only a year older than I am, we three managed to get into the most trouble. They were, and are, my best friends.
The dragon nest was not very receptive of a cat living in their midst. I was teased and tormented by the dragonlings.  Luckily, I had the Goldens. Bernard is the head of the Dragon Council so not many dragons were willing to cross him. Arthur Smythe and his family were one of the few families who dared piss off Bernard. The Smythe boys ambushed me and padlocked me in a metal dog crate. What their intentions were I did not know, but it was lucky for me, Callum and Colin were always close by me in those days. When Lance and Cameron Smythe went home to wait for nightfall, Colin turned me loose and helped me home. Callum had run ahead to tell Mama and Papa what had happened. Mama met us in the yard, crying. She took me from Colin and carried me directly to her rocking chair beside the fireplace. She held me, rocked me, and cried with me into the night. Papa, Bowie and Brady went into the woods and waited for the Smythe boys to return for their “playtime.” I do not know what happened in the woods that night, but I do remember Arthur and his wife, Camille, coming over the next day to apologize.
They faced punishment before the council, but because I was not dragon, I was not allowed in those meetings. All Bowie would tell me was that justice was served. It did not stop the Smythes from tormenting me, but it never went that far again.
I shifted for the first time at the age of thirteen. It hurt like hell, but it was freeing at the same time. There is a power that you feel when you change and it just radiated through me. That first time, Brady stayed human and took me into the woods for my first hunt as a puma. I was able to stalk and kill a small deer on my own. Brady sat on a rock, ever the silent observer, and watched as I tore into its fur and flesh. The blood rushing into my mouth should have felt disgusting, but that deer’s life force filled me, invigorated me. Brady waited for me to finish, then he took the hide and left the carcass behind for the other predators that walked the woods. For Yule that year, Brady presented me with a beautiful pair of buckskin boots, lined with rabbit fur.
At sixteen, the powers I received from my mother came into play. Lance Smythe and his friends thought teasing the pussycat would be fun. They constantly made snide remarks as I walked by with my friends. One day, I had had enough. In the middle of the the high school hall, I hexed his ass. In a place where being inconspicuous is important, a boy covered in fluorescent orange spots could hardly blend in. Even better was the fact that when he was in his dragon form, the spots were still there. A beautiful blue-green dragon covered in blaze orange…while not a thing of beauty, it achieved its purpose. I was sent to the principal’s office. Mama and Papa were called in. They gave me a stern lecture and grounded me for a month. I cried and pleaded my case, but they held firm in their decision. My heart was broken because I had disappointed them. I went downstairs later that night for a glass of milk. I overheard them laughing about the incident and commending my skills. It lightened my heart. They understood why I did it. They just didn’t like that I had done it. The Golden boys were my saviors during that month. Well, any other time I was grounded, too, for that matter, which happened a lot.
They would sneak me out of the house through my bedroom window. The trellis constructed for Mama’s roses happened to be right below my window. We would run down to the beach where the four of them would shift into these magnificent golden dragons. Each one a different shade of gold, but they were all majestic to watch. Usually Bowie would begin with me on his back, and we would soar through the night sky. Over the lake, our reflections on the water always made me catch my breath. Then, the games would begin. I would close my eyes and jump off of Bowie’s back. My instincts were heightened and my cat senses would kick in. The next dragon would catch me on his back and we would soar so high that it would seem as if I could touch the stars. Standing up and surfing through the sky, I would close my eyes and leap again. We would keep it up for hours. It was exhilarating and wonderful. There was nothing to fear in the darkness.



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