Spies without a Face

A midlife witch, the bear shifter next door, and an ex back from the dead.

After dealing with so much dark magic in Salem, I’m giving everyone the side eye—even Austin, my new neighbor. Especially after I sense someone is watching me.

Austin asks me to hide a kitten of all things. Although I’m suspicious at first, I can’t help the way I’m reacting to my handsome, way-too-young-for-me neighbor with the warm eyes.

I’ve sworn off dating since I broke up with my toxic ex but say yes to a “thank you for hiding my kitten” dinner.

Which is a disaster.

Worse, that same toxic ex—presumed dead for fifteen years—shows up at my door.

He wants me back, but I’m older and wiser now. Or am I?

For a witch content with her life and magical career, I now have my irresistible neighbor and my passionate first love interested in me.

Dare I risk my heart at a second chance at love?

Fated mates, found family, magic, and suspense. Dive into this fun and quirky paranormal romance with an irresistible cinnamon roll hero!

“Who’s there?” I called.

My hand trembled as I held my wand and advanced with hesitant steps. The back door was off my kitchen, leading out to my small deck. The door was open, but the screen door was locked.

“My name’s Austin. Austin Towers.” He sighed. “Yes, I’m aware it rhymes with Powers, but I had the name first.” He said the last part in a quick cadence of someone who’d explained that fact dozens of times.

“Okay, Austin. Why are you at my back door?”

“I’m your neighbor. I moved in last week.”

When I reached the kitchen, I spotted the man through the screen. He was massive, at least six-and-a-half feet tall with shoulders stretching almost from one side of the frame to the other. And he was attractive, too, with rich brown hair, a strong jaw, and dimpled chin. I gauged him to be about ten years younger than me, perhaps around thirty. He held a dark blue cat carrier in front of him. My defenses fell a notch, but then I scolded myself to remain vigilant. He could be using a cat as a prop for that exact reason.

Was he telling the truth? While I tried to figure that out, I’d ask more questions. “Why are you doing banging on my back door, Austin?”

He shuffled from one foot to the other and turned away with a sheepish expression. “My landlord is coming over. I have a leaky faucet. I’m not supposed to have a cat. But…” He raised the cat carrier. "Please help us."