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

“Sandy.” Ric’s eyes were so wide there was a risk they might fall out. Sandy snarled at him.


“I’m so sorry, Sandy.” Thaddeus had rounded the desk and came to a stop by his side. “I was aiming at Ric. You moved too fast.”


Sandy looked at himself. He was real, not a flimsy shadow of himself, but solid. He grabbed Thaddeus and his hands didn’t slip through. The heat inside of him was ebbing away, but he placed his lips over Thaddeus’. Still solid.


With a surprised sound, Thaddeus accepted the kiss. His tongue met Sandy’s and a full-body shiver went through him. His mate


Thaddeus didn’t taste of anything, it was a bit weird—a tasteless kiss—but Sandy never wanted to let him go. The cold was steadily creeping back in, but he tried to ignore it. When his hand slipped through Thaddeus’ arm, he whined in frustration. His cock ached, the need to be buried inside of Thaddeus so strong he couldn’t think straight, but he was fading again.


Chapter 23