Detective Thaddeus Ezax is in over his head. He’s the only wizard in Rockshade’s Paranormal Investigations Department, and it was his name that got him the job. The Ezaxs are known as some of the most powerful wizards in the world, but Thaddeus isn’t your average Ezaxs. Is it any wonder his family shuns him? When a kidnapping case is dropped into his lap, Thaddeus must act fast. While most five-year-olds can cast a location spell, Thaddeus can't and is forced to get creative. When he finds himself in possession of a black market werewolf skull with a ghost trapped inside, accidentally releases the spirit, and somehow forms a connection with it, things get even crazier. Sandulf Hunter doesn’t remember dying, but he remembers the last thing he saw before everything went black -- a wizard. All wizards must die! The only problem is, the wizard standing next to him smells too damned good, so good Sandy thinks he might have to keep him. And since wherever Thaddeus goes, Sandulf finds himself yanked along, he might not have a choice in the matter anyway.

Soul Eater

“Yeah.” A cold—caress was the wrong word since there was no real touch—traveled across the naked skin above the cast on his arm. Thad opened his eyes to watch Sandy. “What are you doing?” Why was he whispering?


“I want to touch you.” He frowned in concentration. “Why can’t I touch you? It makes me ache.” He knocked on his chest. “I need to touch my mate. I need to hold you.”


Mate. Thad didn’t believe he was Sandy’s mate. Part of him wanted to be. The way shifters fit with their mates was magic all of its own, sometimes it was obvious, sometimes you didn’t understand how two people could be together being as different as they were, but it always made sense one way or another.


Thad wanted it. Wanted to know he was meant for someone; that he, useless as he was, was made for someone.


He couldn’t have brought his mate back from the dead. It wasn’t possible.


Chapter 22