Avenged

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Arcanum New Orleans 3

Officer Joseph Cole isn’t sure what to think about the attraction between himself and the witch Soren Jacobs. He’s older than Soren, and Soren is also entwined in their current trouble with a coven that focuses on necromancy.

Soren Jacobs can’t shake the lure of the omega officer, but not everything is going quite as well as their new romance. The necromancer coven is determined to cause trouble, and Soren quickly learns they will go as far as abduction to make their intent clear.

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EXCERPT:

Officer Joseph Cole sighed and raked a hand through his hair as he read over the latest report. New Orleans definitely had a witch problem, especially with the new coven forming, but that didn’t necessarily mean they all needed to die. Well, maybe not die. The majority of them were actually still alive, but they’d been rendered completely, permanently impotent in terms of magic. The culprit was one man: Soren Jacobs. He was a powerful man with the ability to strip other witches of their own magic. He was also hot as sin and the subject of Joseph’s relentless dreams since their initial meeting a couple of weeks ago.

Joseph had managed to dodge the witch’s offers of dinner, drinks, everything. He knew, without a doubt, that they’d end up in bed. Or the couch. Or, hell, bent over the nearest countertop. Joseph’s libido wasn’t picky. He refused to give in, though. Soren was too close to this case for comfort, and he was an alpha. The risk of getting knocked up kept Joseph’s desires in check. Omega or no, pregnancy would bring serious health issues he didn’t want to tackle.

When his phone rang, Joseph nearly jumped out of his skin. Not really a good reaction for a cop. He cleared his throat and answered on speaker.

“Officer Cole here.”

“Have I mentioned how sexy that sounds?”

He suppressed a frustrated groan. “Good evening, Mr. Jacobs. What can I do for you?”

Soren chuckled, the sound wicked as hell. “That’s quite the loaded question. I’m not calling to hound you about a date, though. My mother caught wind of a small group moving toward the city. She thinks they may be from Miami.”

“Great,” Joseph grumbled. “What can you tell me about them?”

“Not much at the moment,” Soren replied. “We’re… still gathering intel.”

Joseph really didn’t want to know, but he had to ask anyway. “How are you getting your intel?”