Moon Curse (BBW Shifter and Witch Paranormal Short) (Shifting Magick Trilogy Book 1) by Lia Davis Read Free Book Online Page A

Kelly’s Enchantments and was the family-owned magick and gift shop. It really had been a busy day, and every day that week, people had come in wanting either the recipe for a love spell or for Olivia or one of her sisters to make one for them. Each of the Kelly sisters refused, and each time, the customers would get annoyed. Some even got angry.
    Humans just didn’t understand that the Universe had a sense of humor at times. Besides, it was very literal about granting blessings. It was never a good idea to simply ask for a man to love. Because the type of man that entered your life may or may not be the ideal one. No, specific details were needed to properly grant the heart’s desires.
    “Ah, yes. The love spells. Just give them colored sugar water and send them on their way.” There was a hint of a smile behind Grams’ dry tone.
    Shaking her head, Olivia held in a laugh. “Why did you call again, Grams?”
    It wasn’t that Olivia didn’t like talking to her, but the older witch got distracted easily. If Olivia didn’t stir Grams back to the main subject, they’d be on the phone all night.
    “Oh, yeah. I saw a wild beast run into your yard a few minutes ago. Do be careful about taking in strays.”
    Olivia drew her brows together. What was she talking about? “No wild animals here. Besides, I have a protection spell on the house.”
    “Good. Good. Just be careful. You never know what you allow into your home.” Grams paused for a brief moment, then continued. “I have to go feed the cats.”
    There was a click, and the line went dead.
    That was odd. Then again, it was Grams. Most of what she said or did never made sense.
    After setting the phone on the end table, she clicked the play button on the remote and sank into the corner of the sofa a little more.
    Not even two minutes later, a loud crash sounded from the kitchen. She jumped to her feet, causing the remote to fall to the floor, and turned in time to see a large, naked man standing in the archway between the living room and kitchen. Her heart hammered and panic rose, restricting some of her airflow. Yet she couldn’t tear her gaze from his perfectly sculpted body.
    “How…how did you get in here?”
    He didn’t speak, just bored those gorgeous gold eyes into her as he stepped forward. Her body shook and she darted to her right to grab her broom. Midnight hissed and fled out of the room.
    Coward .
    Holding up the broom like a batter at home plate, she glared at the man. “Don’t come any closer.”
    One side of his sensual lips lifted as he continued his slow prowl toward her. Her body warmed at the sight of his broad shoulders rolling with each step. Dropping her gaze, she flushed and snapped her attention back to his face. Good grief, he was huge, everywhere. She had a strange, naked man in her house pinning her with his gorgeous gold eyes and she was ogling him like a double fudge sundae. Damn, she was going insane.
    She swung the broom before darting to the other side of the room, effectively putting space between them. “Don’t make me hurt you.”
    A bitter laugh escaped him and his eyes darkened. “You can’t hurt me.”
    Arrogant ass . She took another swing at him, only to have him catch the broom in one hand and jerk it from her grasp. Knocked off balance, she cried out when he caught her, wrapping his strong arms around her waist.
    Heat flooded through her, overwhelming her senses and stealing her ability to think. What the hell?
    She struggled then groaned as he tightened his hold, pulling her back against his front. His hard length pressed into her back, drawing a groan from her. Desire ran hot in her veins. “How did you get in my house?”
    He buried his nose in her neck and inhaled. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying like hell to ignore her body’s reaction to him. Confusion clouded her thoughts. He was a stranger for crying out loud.
    “You let me in.” His husky voice was soft with a slight crack as if he too were fighting