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

Thad only nodded, though for a normal person—human, shifter, or wizard—the sparks wouldn’t feel good. They would sting and burn.


Sandy took a step back, looked Thad up and down, and tore off his T-shirt. “You look good enough to eat, darling.”


Thad looked at himself and back at Sandy. Where he was slim and fine-limbed, Sandy was broad and muscled. The need inside of him turned to an ache as he ran his fingertips over the curls on Sandy’s chest. “You’re gonna go all big bad wolf on me? Because I got to tell you, I never identified with the little red riding hood.”


Sandy snorted and pushed off his jeans. “Don’t you worry about a thing, babe, I’ll take care of this.”


Thad chuckled as Sandy almost lost his balance.


Chapter 31