Faerie horses should at least show up on time. That’s Aidan’s opinion, anyway. He’s been waiting for the pooka all night, to catch it stealing apples from human orchards. This Magical Enforcement Division assignment’s supposed to be easy -- and Aidan could use the break, after a previous case gone badly wrong. But when the apple-thief pooka does show up, it takes the shape of a gorgeous young man ... who doesn’t seem to mind being captured at Aidan’s hands.<br><Br>Ink left his herd to seek out adventure, and he’s found it in the form of a devastatingly handsome MED agent. He’s always been up for a challenge, and Aidan Callahan is certainly that: gorgeous, powerful, and good at his job. Ink’s perfectly happy to let Aidan put a hand -- or an enchanted bridle -- on him, especially with that note of command. It’ll be simple and fun, a decadent magical one night stand ... and Ink knows they’ll both enjoy it.<br><br>But this night isn’t simple. Ritual magic and Aidan’s own complicated gifts collide, and the family legacy he’s been avoiding becomes important, though Aidan’s starting to think it isn’t as important as keeping Ink in his arms.

The Pooka's Share

“Everyone’s nice, back home. Everything’s friendly. I could go back, if I wanted to.”


“You could.” Aidan’s smile quirked: understanding. “Like I could. But we don’t.”


Your family’s worse than mine, Ink did not say. I’ve heard those stories, too. Crueler. More viciousness behind that aristocratic polish, more disapproval. Champagne flutes and snobbery. The fate of nations and a bite of caviar.


The Callahans would almost certainly forgive their only son, though. If nothing else, they’d want Aidan to remain in the family. The borrowed bridle-treasure was proof of that.


He said, “So that’s why. I just…wanted to tell you.”


“Thank you.” Aidan’s eyes warmed: still that watercolor pale hue, but appreciative. Springtime over snow. “And thank you. For giving me…all of this. You. Tonight.”


Chapter 19