Protecting His Witch (Entangled Covet) (Keeper Of The Veil series Book 1)

The last thing he wanted was to fall for a witch...

Veterinarian Kat Ramsey hasn’t a clue that she’s a witch. Sure, she can read minds, and there’s the whole “dimension-hopping” issue that she can’t quite control, but Kat is determined to keep things normal. That is, until she accidentally hops into the Otherworld, and runs smack into Matthew Ryan—the seriously hot one-night stand from years ago who shoved her out of his dorm. Naked.

And there’s the tiny matter of the curse she gave him.

May you never find satisfaction with another woman. Billionaire and former druid Matthew Ryan hasn’t forgotten the curse, or the witch who gave it to him. Kat’s unexpected return means the curse will finally be broken. Unfortunately, his libido has other ideas—like how to get her back into his bed one last time. But far more worrying is his suspicion that Kat is the seventh Pleiades witch. Because while he’s turned his back on his druidic ways, he’s still bound to protect the woman who made his life hell...

Protecting His

Witch

A Keepers of the Veil novel

Zoe Forward

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Copyright © 2014 by Zoe Forward. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

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Edited by Allison Collins

Cover design by Curtis Svehlak

ISBN 978-1-63375-100-2

Manufactured in the United States of America

First Edition October 2014

To Bert, who never compromises for the status quo.

Chapter One

Buzzing electrified Kat Ramsey’s brain. She jolted upright in bed, now fully awake. Her body tingled, and her chest cranked so tight that she gasped for air. This signaled an imminent jump to a different reality. Air chilled her upper body. One glance down and…she was naked?
Oh, no. I can’t jump to that other place naked!

The jumps to the Otherworld came at random. And, thank God, they didn’t happen often. The last time was five years ago, after a motorboat explosion killed her parents and threw her from the boat.

She never slept bare out of terror that this might happen.
Clothes…get clothes.
Her retinas burned as she squinted against the early light of dawn filtering through the dorm room’s mini-blinds.
Where am I?
This wasn’t her room.

She rocked to move out of the bed, but found herself anchored. She yanked the sheet off the lower half of her body. A male arm draped her lap. She wheezed out, “Oh God.”

The hand curved around her bare thigh. And caressed. The gentle sweeps of his fingers sensitized every nerve in the vicinity. Half of her mind freaked out that there was a guy stroking her nude thigh. The other part recognized the hand, and him. And screamed,
Oh yeah.
The tug-o-war in her brain turboed the humming into pulsating pain.

Memories of the wild things she’d done with him—Matt Ryan—slideshowed in her mind. Maybe the pain in her skull was the aftereffect of those Purple Passion drinks and not an imminent reality-shift warning.

His fingers continued to electrify the skin of her thigh.

“Where am I?” she asked. This room, and
him,
were in that different reality, Otherworld as she liked to call it. Last night, she’d entered
her
dorm room in her world after a study marathon to discover her four-month super crush and chem-lab partner sucking face with her roommate. The next minute she’d reality jumped into a dark corner of a rowdy frat party. With her emotions running high, she’d immediately dipped a sixteen-ounce plastic cup into a barrel of purple drink.

His fingers teased across her lap as he rolled to his back and threw an arm over his face. An intricate blue Celtic tattoo decorated the inside of his right wrist.

Her heart raced. She denied the urge to bolt from the bed, not out of respect for his feelings, but out of self-preservation against the pounding inside her skull.

“My head is killing me.” He struggled to a sit-prop against the headboard and pressed his thumb into the side of his forehead. At least he, too, suffered. The guy had consumed as many of those drinks as she. Her gaze drifted down his body. The guy was stunning from buzz cut to chiseled chest. The striped sheet barely covered the substantial bulge in his lap. As her mind filled in the gaps hidden by the sheet, her cheeks burned.

Holy cow, she’d just slept with the hottest guy in the universe. She, the super science geek. The you-go-girl side of her brain wahooed. The rational side of her brain spat out a resounding,
Oh shit.
She’d never slept with a guy before. She definitely didn’t do one-nighters. She’d had several major crushes and three awkward dates since she started undergrad a year and a half ago. And she’d gotten drunk at one frat rush party, but even then she’d kept her clothes on. Other guys barely pushed her body beyond lukewarm. She remained in control and her mind rational, which meant she talked herself out of proceeding in every case.

Until Matt. One kiss and she’d practically attacked him when he discovered her in that dark corner of the party last night. He’d been the one to put on the brakes, renew their drinks, and try to converse over the pulsating music. After two more plastic cups of Everclear enriched Kool-Aid, they were on the dance floor. Then in this room. And, crap, had they used protection?

She closed her eyelids and pressed a finger into her left eye, not that it resolved the lacerating pain.

“Your head hurt, too, wildcat?” The deep, sexy rumble of his voice sent tingles down her arms.

Her gaze snapped to his.

Concern smoldered in his deep blue eyes. “Here let me take care of it.” He brushed aside her auburn bangs and laid a finger against her forehead. The pain fizzled into nothing.

What had he done? Maybe he was like her—not quite normal. Maybe he hid a few magical abilities. She’d searched her whole life to find someone else with
gifts
. Someone who could tell her why she had these talents. She sifted through her memories for clues to indicate he might be different. Nothing emerged. Disappointed, she concluded he must’ve hit an acupuncture point or something.

He rolled his wrist to view his watch. “I’ve got a rot-zee run in thirty minutes, but…” His tone dripped with suggestion. “I could be persuaded to miss.”

“What’s rot-zee?”

“ROTC. Almost all the guys in this frat are ROTC.”

Idiotic question. Of course she knew what that was. She’d just never considered herself a soldier groupie. “What time is it?” She scanned the floor for her watch, but identified only his abandoned dark T-shirt and jeans on her side of the bed, and nothing of hers.

“’Bout five forty-five.”

“I’ve got a chem midterm in two hours.” She needed to get home to her reality pronto, not that she had any control over when she jumped worlds or where she’d end up. But this time the shift had to happen. She’d already bombed two quizzes and needed to pass this test with flying colors or risk a GPA slide, and losing her scholarship.

“Well…you could say we did some hard-core chemistry studying last night.” He drew her tight to his chest and tucked her head beneath his chin. The heat of his body scorched her. His hoarse voice dropped to a whisper. “Sorry. That was cheesy.”

She squirmed against him for freedom, even though her body begged her to melt into him. She froze when her butt hit his arousal.

“Don’t go.” The tremor in his voice tugged at her heart. With a finger on her chin, he turned her head and forced her to meet his gaze. “Please, stay.”

His deep blues sucked her in, calmed her. And tempted her. Maybe last night had been as earth-shattering for him as she remembered it had been for her.

His lips touched hers. His tongue tickled the seam of her lips until she opened. Then the kiss deepened. Powerful, all consuming, aggressive. His hands plowed through her hair as he pulled her close until there was no space between them. He groaned when her fingers curled into his shoulders.

His touch made her head spin. It felt…right. Perfect. His hand trailed from the back of her neck down her spine, each touch light, not rushed. A soft moan echoed from somewhere deep inside her.

“God, you’re amazing,” he mumbled.

She smiled against his lips and kissed him harder. He cupped one hand around her breast, nibbled the sensitive flesh of her ear, and licked down her throat. She begged silently,
Please don’t stop.

A pounding on his dorm room door was followed by a feminine scream. “Who’s in there with you, Matt? Shawn said you’ve got a party slut in there.”

He pulled away and whooshed out, “Shit.” He ran a hand over his head and rubbed his eyes.

“Who’s that?” she asked as the passion haze cleared from her mind.

The pounding intensified. “Open up!” A loud thud whacked the door.

He scooted to the edge of the bed and massaged his forehead. He pushed to a wobbly stand and pulled on his jeans.

The moment he unlocked the door a perfectly coiffed blonde in a sorority sweatshirt shoved past him and pointed at Kat. “Who the hell is that?” The girl’s thoughts bombarded Kat’s mind, courtesy of her magical gift that worked on every person other than Matt.
Did you even tell her you had a girlfriend?

Kat’s heart cramped tight and then shattered. She managed to loosen the sheet and wind it around her as she slid out of the bed to stand. A desperate floor scan confirmed no evidence of her clothes.

Tears poured down the blonde’s cheeks. “Matt? How could you?” She clung to him like a life preserver. The girl thought,
I love you. I was going to marry you.

He mumbled something low to the girl, their familiar intimacy obvious.

“Get her out of here!” the girl screeched and then thought,
She’s not even pretty.
Her high-pitched wailing burned Kat’s ears.

A few guys crowded the doorway with too-curious leers. Matt pinched the bridge of his nose, and waved the guys away. He disentangled himself from the blonde and pushed Kat toward the door. “You’d better go.”

She blinked against the sting of tears. Fury curled in her stomach. She narrowed her eyes, and slapped him. She gritted out, “May you never find satisfaction with another woman.”

He paled and stepped back. He massaged his chest over his heart and whispered, “Did you just curse me?”

Like she knew how to do that. She tried to remember what she’d just uttered, but her emotions were running too hot to think clearly. At least he admitted belief in the supernatural. That didn’t mean he had mysterious gifts like her, but it didn’t matter. He was history.

Magical energy revved deep in her chest, warning of an imminent world shift. She spied her bra hanging off a lamp. Her pants lay near the mini-refrigerator. But fury and the terror of disappearing with an audience pushed her to forget them. She stalked to the door wrapped in the sheet, head held high and slammed it behind her. But she didn’t miss Matt’s bellow, “Did you curse me?”