SHAY

One seer is born in the Winterlock coven in each generation. The elders call it a gift, but if I could return or exchange it, I would. Witches born with the ability to see the future don’t possess other magic, and my precognitive skill isn’t exactly in demand. But it’s always there, every time I make skin-to-skin contact. Talk about a relationship buzzkill.

Young, impatient, and frustrated with being the least useful member of the coven, I left in search of a normal life. Then money got tight and I sidestepped the rule about not profiting from magic. It was just an innocent psychic fair in a hotel ballroom. But the horrific things I saw when I looked into that man’s future… I’ve never run away faster. Farther. Even the safety of Fate’s Falls isn’t enough. The only protection from my magic is to never touch another living being again. A sacrifice I’m willing to make until someone from my past moves to town. 

The temptation to let my guard down with Kohl is almost as strong as my self-preservation instinct. As a reaper, he’s not a living being. But a reaper is forever, and seeing his future might be the worst kind of vision of all…

A steamy, fated mates, cozy monster romance with a guaranteed Happily Ever After.