Romance Rules for Werewolves (Charming Cove, #3)

by Linsey Hall

“Grieve tonight, but tomorrow is a new day. Wake up and say, “Screw him.” She smiled. “Or her. Either way, you’re better than them. And life will be better without them.”

The voice came from near my feet, and I looked down to see a chubby calico cat at my side. It was my familiar, whom I hadn’t seen in months. Probably a year. “Poa? What are you doing here?” I felt a change. Like you grew a pair of ovaries and got your head out of your butt.

Fantastic. My cat has the style of a ninety-year-old woman who collected haunted bric-a-brac.

We were also some of the few supernaturals who had fated mates, and the fact that my soul came alive whenever she was nearby made me pretty damned certain she was mine.

“You’re a Reader. The most powerful one I’ve ever felt, in fact. With practice, one day, you’ll be able to read any spell, curse, or enchantment that has been placed on a person or object. Eventually, you’ll be able to undo the magic if you desire.”

“I watched those damned builders flirt with you all afternoon, and I watched you flirt back. Which is your right, of course. But Isobel, I’m not made of steel.” The breath rushed out of me. “You were jealous?” The air around him vibrated. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you, Isobel. You’re perfection. So yes, I was jealous.”

“Thank you so much. You gave me a whole new life.” “No, darling. You built a new life. I just gave you some building blocks to get started. What you did with them is more than I could have ever imagined. You’re an incredible witch and an incredible woman.”

“And, not to freak you out, but you’re my mate.” “Your mate?” “The one fate has decreed is perfect for me, yes. I can feel it. And I agree with fate. You’re perfect.”