Snowy with a Chance of Mating
A Move Over Fate Novel
Michelle Ziegler
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Coming soon from Michelle Ziegler
Acknowledgments
Also by Michelle Ziegler
About the Author
She can't deny her magic, and he can't deny her.
Marci finds things, including a chicken she's suddenly adopted. Running her own magical PI business has never made her mother proud or her fiancé think her an equal, but at least it was hers. Led by magic that won't be ignored, she leaves everything behind to find out what the universe thinks is so important. Leaving an arranged marriage, a judge mental family, and a life she's never really fit into is a bonus. What she didn't count on was a ghost, an eerie forest, and a man that makes her blood boil.
Caleb served in the special forces for the supernatural, only he's always been more comfortable with the humans rather than his own kind. The loss of his best friend had him running away to a sleepy mountain town, or was it something else that called him? He's always been a solitary kind of bear, until a woman falls into his life with a temperamental chicken.
Can Marci get past this bear shifter's walls, or will Caleb let magic take her away?
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To my fans that love chickens.
1
The problem with elegant events is there are never any sharp objects. Marci glared at the table cloth, picking at a wrinkle. She'd revel in its imperfection. Damn it if she didn't need something sharp to put her out of her misery though.
"Just kill me now," she said, under her breath and letting out a long, slow, and slightly louder than necessary sigh.
"Excuse me dear?" asked her mother.
For crap's sake, if that woman didn't hear everything.
"Nothing. Just enjoying this whole shindig." That's what she'd said. What she'd meant was this day is like an icepick to the eye. Her mom was too self-absorbed to pick up on sarcasm.
A thin-lipped smile was all she earned as her mother stood to greet a prestigious warlock. Her mother's perfect hair didn't dare move as she bobbed her head and laughed at everything the man said. Husband number three coming right up.
Raising her glass, Marci nodded and downed the champagne.
The bone-thin fingers of her mother flew at Marci's face like daggers as her mother motioned to the table of her children - all of her married children, except Marci of course.
Marci admired her mother's perfect posture, like a stick was wedged so far up her ass she'd never be able to relax.
Glancing at the watch on her wrist, Marci chewed her lip. She still had a job and a life. Mostly the job though. Every time the doors opened and let light into the ballroom, she expected to see the person who was supposed to fill the empty chair next to her. She made an effort to use the magic her mother despised to feel out where the man she was supposed to marry might be. The magic went on and on, and without following it, the only thing she knew was, he wasn't anywhere near here.
Her mother hated her daughter's talent. She'd never get her mother to understand that she'd chosen to help people and was damn good at it. She was good at helping people find something they'd lost, of course right now all her magic told her was that he wasn't coming for her. Uncrossing her legs and recrossing them she blew out an impatient breath.
Her face heated as reality sank in. Stood up again. Maybe her mother might show some compassion - some day. Today was not going to be that day.
The dark-haired warlock headed off to who the heck knew where and now she was stuck with the woman who'd birthed her. A glimmer of displeasure painted on her face.
"Marci, dear. Where is that fiancé of yours? The presentation of our family is next."
Marci shrugged. He had money, and that was all this woman saw.
"Marci, you text that man right now. You did tell him about the FOM meeting? His family is starting to get on my last nerve. Young lady, this is the largest event all year. I'm speaking in a moment, and you better be up there with him. Do not embarrass me."
She yawned. Even the ghosts lining the walls seemed bored. She waved to her great aunt floating near the ceiling.
"Marci Adams, you stop that nonsense. No respectable witch talks to ghosts. Spirits fine. Ghosts? That's last century. Now, where is that man? You have got to show them you are a serious witch. You will never get a leadership role with an attitude like that. "
"What attitude would that be, mother?" A flash of green sparkled through the air.
"If you applied yourself more you could be at the academy right now. Instead, you aren't. Your casting skills won't be winning this family any honor. You could be so beautiful if you tried a little harder and all those sweets you eat are heading straight to those hips. I don't
