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Must Love Falcons (Sable Cove Book Three)
Must Love Falcons (Sable Cove Book Three)
Must Love Falcons (Sable Cove Book Three)
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*Injured royal falcon? Check
*Mistaken identity? Check
*Death threats? Double Check

When witch Hadlee Moreau volunteers to clean the local vet’s office after hours, she’s abducted and unconscious before she even has a chance to speak one word of a protection spell.

Anders, king of the falcon shifters, loses his ability to fly during a night hunt and is gravely injured in the fall from the sky. His men search for a healer in a small, seaside town and find a female in an animal care center who they believe is a medical doctor. They abduct her to help Anders, taking her to their island home under the cover of darkness.

When Hadlee wakes from the drugs, she knows two things: she’s never been so pissed, and the gorgeous man on his death bed is her destined mate. It’s not enough that she has to save Anders’ life, but now she has to figure out who wants the falcon king dead and how she can save him...and herself.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherR.E. Butler
Release dateAug 9, 2021
ISBN9780463930823
Must Love Falcons (Sable Cove Book Three)
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R.E. Butler

A Midwesterner by birth, R.E. spent much of her childhood rewriting her favorite books to include herself as the main character. Later, she graduated on to writing her own books after "retiring" from her day job as a secretary to become a stay-at-home mom.When not playing with her kids, wrestling her dogs out the door, or cooking dinner for her family, you'll find her typing furiously and growling obscenities to the characters on the screen.Her best-selling series Wiccan-Were-Bear, The Necklace Chronicles, Hyena Heat, Wilde Creek, Were-Zoo, Arctic Shifters, Norlanian Brides, Saber Chronicles, and Ashland Pride are available now.

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    Must Love Falcons (Sable Cove Book Three) - R.E. Butler

    Must Love Falcons

    Sable Cove Book Three

    A Paranormal Chick Lit Novel

    By R. E. Butler

    Copyright 2021, R. E. Butler

    Must Love Falcons (Sable Cove Book Three)

    By R. E. Butler

    This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This book may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of the author.

    Cover by Gwen Knight

    This ebook is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination and not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locations is coincidental.

    Disclaimer: The material in this book is for mature audiences only and contains graphic sexual content and is intended for those older than the age of 18 only.

    * * *

    Edited by Sara Dawn Johnson

    * * *

    Special thanks to Wild Shifter Babes Reader Group member Ann Ivey for providing the name for the swan–Sasha. Thanks for being part of the fun!

    * * *

    Thanks to Joyce, Shelley, and Ann for beta reading.

    * * *

    Table of Contents

    Chapter One

    Chapter Two

    Chapter Three

    Chapter Four

    Chapter Five

    Chapter Six

    Chapter Seven

    Chapter Eight

    Chapter Nine

    Chapter Ten

    Chapter Eleven

    Chapter Twelve

    Chapter Thirteen

    Chapter Fourteen

    Chapter Fifteen

    Chapter Sixteen

    Chapter Seventeen

    Chapter Eighteen

    Chapter Nineteen

    Chapter Twenty

    Coming Soon

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    Injured royal falcon? Check

    Mistaken identity? Check

    Death threats? Double Check

    When witch Hadlee Moreau volunteers to clean the local vet’s office after hours, she’s abducted and unconscious before she even has a chance to speak one word of a protection spell.

    Anders, king of the falcon shifters, loses his ability to fly during a night hunt and is gravely injured in the fall from the sky. His men search for a healer in a small, seaside town and find a female in an animal care center who they believe is a medical doctor. They abduct her to help Anders, taking her to their island home under the cover of darkness.

    When Hadlee wakes from the drugs, she knows two things: she’s never been so pissed, and the gorgeous man on his death bed is her destined mate. It’s not enough that she has to save Anders’ life, but now she has to figure out who wants the falcon king dead and how she can save him…and herself.

    Chapter One

    Note to self: Love spells suck big old frog legs.

    Hadlee Moreau, witch extraordinaire and sexy-techy-goddess, sat on the small patio in her backyard, crisscross-applesauce, just like she’d learned in elementary school. The sun was rising, chasing the darkness from the sky with ribbons of oranges and ambers.

    She twisted a short, red candle into a bronze holder in the shape of a heart and set it on the stamped concrete.

    In all her years, the one spell she’d never been able to cast was a love spell. But that didn’t stop her from trying at least once a week.

    Love spells weren’t even that hard. Hell, Hadlee was a fab witch from a long line of fab witches and wizards, including her favorite aunt Sofia, lovingly nicknamed Fi, who could conjure a glamour to make herself look like anyone she wanted. Now that was powerful magic.

    Not like a damn love spell.

    Hell, Hadlee had seen explanations for love spells on mainstream media websites every Valentine’s Day for the last handful of years, always touting the rituals to be easy and fun and effective. Which begged the question, if a damn human could cast a love spell when they had zero magical abilities, then why the hells-bells couldn’t she do it?

    Bad thoughts, bad thoughts, yikes, she murmured to herself as she picked up a box of matches with a blue crab on the exterior that she’d picked up on a day trip to Maryland the summer before. Normally she’d light the wick with her magic, but she didn’t want to mix up her magic spells right now and needed to focus fully on the love spell.

    Blowing out a breath, she rolled her neck and looked at the red candle. She chased every other thought out of her mind except the love spell.

    Why was she casting one? Two reasons. First, one of her two besties and fellow witches—Delaney—had recently found her mate in the vampire chief of police, Brody. Delaney getting her happily ever after made romantic thoughts careen around in Hadlee’s brain like an out-of-control RC car. And second, it was the one spell she couldn’t cast right, and it had been driving her buggy since she first tried casting it at age sixteen.

    Her cat familiar, Osiris, meowed from the picnic table where he watched her in between washing his face with his paw.

    I know, I know. I’ll feed you after I cast the dang spell. You could help me, you know. You’re supposed to be a boost to my power.

    Rowr.

    Thanks.

    She inhaled deeply and calmed her flying pulse, then struck the match. Speaking the words of the spell she’d written in her spell book, she lit the wick and waved the match until it went out. She put the half-burned match on the ground and rested her hands on her knees.

    Love spells were all about patience.

    She had to wait for the candle to burn all the way down on its own, and then she’d know if the spell was successfully cast.

    The first one she’d cast as a young witch had nearly burned her house down when the candle fell over and caught a hideous drape on fire. Then she’d sneezed and blew out the next attempt. Osiris had whiffed his tail over the flame once and snuffed it. Gally, an owl at the familiar rescue agency where she and her besties worked, had dropped a dead mouse on it one time. The list of hilarious and annoying reasons for the love spell going wrong was quite long, but Hadlee was nothing if not determined to make the love spell her bitch.

    If that was even possible.

    She focused on the dancing flame and the pool of red wax. Osiris hopped down from the picnic table and joined her, purring loudly and rubbing his chin on her knee. So help me, Osiris, if you knock the flame out I’m going to hide the catnip.

    The flame grew brighter for a brief moment and Hadlee held her breath, wondering if it would go out. But it didn’t, resuming the wiggle back and forth as it slowly melted the candle.

    Watching a candle melt was like waiting for water to boil. It was the freaking most boring thing on the planet. But her boredom was worth it if she could cast the spell correctly. She wanted to find her Mr. Right, the sexy other half of her heart. Her bed had been lonely for far too long. Her last boyfriend had said he didn’t mind her being a witch, but in the end, he had minded and so had his family, who likened her to some dancing-around-the-cauldron-naked sort of stereotype and threatened to disown him if he didn’t kick her to the curb.

    Which he had.

    And she hadn’t minded. Well, she’d minded a bit, but only long enough to curse him with a little spell to make him constantly have to tie his shoes. When she pictured him needing to switch to slip-ons because he couldn’t take tying his shoes all the time, she smiled. Served the bastard right.

    Humming a tune, she brought her knees up so she could rest her head on them and wrapped her arms around her legs. Osiris sprawled out at her bare feet and swatted at the ankle bracelet she’d forgotten to take off before she went to bed.

    The candle still burned. Slowly. Steadily. The wax dripped down the sides and pooled in the holder.

    Her eyes lowered and a yawn worked its way up and out her mouth, her jaws cracking with the motion.

    It was too damn early, or she’d stayed up too late. One or the other. She was no early bird, but she wasn’t a night owl either. Maybe there was some kind of in-between, like an early owl or a night bird.

    Snorting at her wayward train of thought, she focused once more on the candle and gasped in dismay.

    When the hell had it gone out? And how?

    Letting out a deep, frustrated groan, she gathered her things and stomped into the house, letting in Osiris before she slammed the sliding door shut, making it rattle in the frame.

    Of all the damned craziness, she fumed. Am I supposed to be single forever? She looked to the ceiling, but her focus was toward the universe in general, wondering who the hell had it out for her in the magical realm.

    It wasn’t as if she thought she was really cursed to remain single for her life. She truly believed that there was a special someone out there for everyone. Including her. Hell, the proof of her devotion to happily-ever-afters was in the fact she refused to give up on a love spell for herself.

    It just seemed like she was destined to wait longer.

    She was only twenty-four. It wasn’t like she was a spinster. She was just ready for the next chapter of her life to begin.

    Soon.

    If only Mr. Right would show up! Then she could get this party started.

    Well, if I can’t have a love spell going for me, how about breakfast? she asked Osiris, who stared up at her with bright yellow eyes amidst fluffy black fur.

    Meow.

    Chapter Two

    Anders, falcon king and all-around badass, cracked his neck and stared at the computer screen. He had zero computer abilities, and he blamed it on his falcon who preferred natural things like trees and rivers to techy things like computers. Anders could send a text and write an email, but anything more complicated than that and he turned into all thumbs.

    What’s that look for? a deep voice asked from the doorway.

    He lifted his head and saw his best friend and right-hand male Phoenix leaning against the doorjamb.

    "I was just wondering if all

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