Pema's Storm: Rowan Sisters' Trilogy Book 1 Read Free Page A

this magic shop to find a way to win back his girlfriend of almost two hundred years, and the bag containing the potion sat on the seat next to him. He should be planning a way to get it to Claire and resolve their issues, yet he questioned if he would ever even use it.
    The image of Pema’s mile-long legs encased in skin tight jeans flashed in his mind, and was only rivaled by the sight of her generous breasts straining against a green top that matched her eyes. When she had fallen into his arms, he found that her curves fit perfectly against him. She was, bar none, the most striking female he had encountered.
    He was tied up in knots and the whole mess had him questioning if he was wrong about witchcraft. He couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to it than lighting candles. The only way he could explain the way he was feeling was if those witches had placed him under a spell. Hocus-pocus bullshit.
    He passed the Space Needle and pulled into a parking spot in the lot of the new realm club, Confetti Too. As he put the truck in park and looked at the warehouse, he forced thoughts of Pema from his mind and focused on work.
    Hayden, the shifter Omega, had personally recruited Ronan to protect the realm nightclub. For some time, Ronan had wanted to make a difference in his world. He wanted to be part of something more important than merely throwing around drunken shifters, and the skirm activity in Seattle had convinced him to accept the position, despite the fact that he would be closer to Claire’s mother.
    He climbed out of the car and adjusted his erection before heading into the building where he encountered the chaos of last-minute preparations for the opening the next night. He spotted Killian talking to one of the waitresses and headed over.
    Ronan waited while Kill gave the nymph instructions and tried to keep his mind off Pema, but the witch back at the candle shop continued to consume his thoughts. Of one thing he was certain. He had never before wanted a female as fervently as he wanted Pema.
    “What do you want me to do today?” Ronan asked, feeling his anger rise to mask his confusion and frustration. Like many males, anger was his go-to emotion. Anger was easier to express than it was for him to deal with the situation he suddenly found himself in.
    “You can start by chilling a bit, buddy. Tensions are high enough here with the Grand Opening tomorrow night.” His boss eyed him intently, “Okay, what’s up? You’re edgy.” Kill never missed a thing, but no way in hell was Ronan going to tell him about his new obsession with the alluring Pema. Ronan was beginning to feel like a female, he’d spent five minutes with her and he needed to get over it. He reminded himself that he was in love with Claire and determined to win her back.
    “Sorry, this morning turned to shit. I’m good,” Ronan tried to reassure his boss.
    “No, you’re not good. Your bear is itching to break through. Your eyes are completely black and your claws are out,” Kill pointed out. Ronan looked down and realized he was right. He’d been so preoccupied that he wasn’t aware his animal was so close to the surface. His bear had never been this restless unless Ronan was ready to beat the shit of out someone.
    “I can call Hayden over if you need help regaining control. The grand opening is tomorrow night and I need you on your A-game. You came from a small town, and tomorrow night there will be twice as many people here as you’ve ever seen in one place. Hayden assured me that you were the male for the job. Was he wrong?” Killian asked, eyeing him closely.
    “No, he wasn’t wrong. I thrive in chaos. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine,” Ronan reassured the sorcerer. He took several deep breaths until his claws retracted.
    “Then it must be about a woman,” Kill laughed.
    Ronan felt his cheeks warm. Now he was fucking blushing? If he didn’t watch it, this was going to ruin his image. “Claire dumped me,” he