Oh, that was it. She wasn't some damn bit of property or a charity case.
"Oh right. Because I'd be so homely, no one would want me. Oh wait, or is it that you thought you were some damn prize, that you needed more than just me? Whatever. Fine, let's name it after you."
She couldn't read his face.
"You have so many things to say and almost none make sense. Except naming the bar after me."
She smirked this time. "Fine. It's now The Drunken Rooster."
That got him.
"Because cock wouldn't be allowed on a public sign," she teased.
This time they both laughed before his lips claimed hers and she was lost in him forever.
No mate needed now.
The End
Coming Soon from Michelle Ziegler
Space Dragons Seek Mates
Book 1: Must Love Dragons
He doesn't know what kind of witch he's dealing with.
Kal had no idea what he was walking into when he met Maddie. She might believe that men aren’t from Mars, but he sure isn’t from Earth.
Maddie has enough crazy in her life with one ghost too many haunting her. Too bad fate just threw her a man claiming to be a dragon shifter. If Maddie choses to accept Kal isn’t crazy, she might be in for the ride of her life. Of course, if she chooses to believe him she’ll have to leave her old life behind.
Kal needs to find his mate before his dragon’s magic consumes him. He might have infinite cosmic powers, but he also has a soul that can’t control the power of the universe without her. Maddie might be the right witch for him, except the fact she just cursed him to be a chicken. What the hell kind of planet is this anyway?
Coming 2020!
Book 2: Single Red Dragon
Book 3: Dragon Wanted
Book 4: Looking for a Good Dragon
Book 5: No Scales Needed
Book 6: Desperately Seeking Dragon
Sneak Peek From Must Love Dragons
Chapter 1.
Maddie squinted as her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the bar.
Blink. Blink. Blink.
A blast of air conditioning sweet relief on her burning skin. The sun baked Roswell like it was the egg on a sidewalk. Home of the creepy and unexplained. God, she’d left this town years ago and now she was back.
“Well, look what the cat dragged in.”
Rolling her eyes, she gave a half-smile to the bartender. “Ellen, nice to see you too.”
“Maddie, get your ass over here. You know I’m just joshing you. But really. You look like you’ve had a rough day. What has you coming back to our little neck of the desert?”
Blowing out a breath, Maddie strolled towards the wooden counter with dents and dings marking its adventures over the years. She chuckled. This bar is like my spirit animal.
Enough of comparing herself to a slab of weathered wood. “Same old, same old. My mother called me and basically wouldn’t talk to me until I came back. Only thing is, she hasn’t exactly shown herself yet.”
Ellen smiled. “You’re mother always was an odd one, wasn’t she? I’m sure she’ll be back around soon. How long are you planning to stay?”
Maddie ran a hand over the barstool and when it came back only marginally sticky, she sat.
“Hard to say. You know my mother. Always has something up her sleeve.”
Ellen nodded as she wiped down a glass. “Yeah. She was always good at throwing the poor town for a loop. One too many futures and cheating spouses. Poor woman. Hey, have you seen the house -”
“Ellen. Another,” said someone across the room. Maddie didn’t bother looking. This town always had new people, mostly paranormal beings, maybe something unexplainable, aliens she supposed, and sometimes an oddball human here and there.
Maddie tried to think back to the last conversation she’d had with her mom. Marriage, settling down, and stability all came to mind. Maddie didn’t like stability. She loved traveling, loved her work. Or she had. Right up until her show was canceled. How in the hell did a real ghost hunter show get canceled?
The network said she wasn’t authentic enough for the audience. Maddie flicked her finger and a shot glass appeared.
“Maddie. You know we have glasses here. But, sure. This one's on the house.”
Ellen plunked down another shot and poured the tequila. “One for old times.” Ellen nudged the glass with her finger. “Bottoms up.”
Maddie followed and nearly gagged on the burn, coughing as she dragged in air past the searing sting of the alcohol.
“Been a while then?” asked Ellen.
Sucking in a breath, Maddie nodded and wheezed a response against her windpipe’s desperate plea.
“Yes,” was all she croaked out.
Ellen laughed. “Definitely not the old Maddie I remember. You put us all to shame back in the day.”
Yeah, she put everyone to shame because she'd constantly tried to drown out her mother's predictions.
Maddie finally got a breath in, her eyes stopped watering, and her words found their way out.
“Yeah. I don’t really drink anymore, or well, I hadn’t until now.”
Flashes down memory lane raced through her brain like the Indy 500. This place was full of memories. Ones that she’d rather forget. Maddie wanted to know why her mother stayed, but it was obvious. The magic, that was why. Even in her death, her mother could still see the future. This town had so much magic flowing through its veins it gave her more power. Towns all over the world intersecting power spots, ley-lines, whatever. Roswell was one, and it hid in plain sight.
All that magic though and yet her mother didn’t see and stop her own death.
“Yeah. No. Not the old Maddie.”
Ellen smiled. “It’s okay. Just glad to have you back. You’re in time for the grand opening of a new club. It’s owned by some Fae, and as creepy as they are; they know how to party.”
She stiffened. “Locals?”
Ellen shrugged. “No. I don’t think so. Guess I didn’t ask around enough.” She smiled. “But, let’s not let that
