Seduced By The White Tiger (IR Paranormal Shifter Romance BWWM) by JJ Jones Page B

guy she always fell for: the impossible to keep ones, the ones that always had to leave. She hated the fact that she didn’t want men that were good for her.
     
    The second answer was equally depressing. Tom rejected her with three simple words. “Too busy, sorry. We just broke up a huge fight between coyotes and wolves and now I have to fill out the paperwork.” After receiving that message, she desperately waited for a positive response. Her little bit of hope that she was clinging vegan to fade with every response she received. 
    The next one that beeped onto her phone came from her sometimes partner, Eddie. “It’s my day off, but if you need me to, I can help you out.” It was a shame that he was happily married. The thought played in her head. She had a crush on him a few years back, when she first started in the business of hunting and banishing spirits.
    “I’m just trying to get out of the job.” She confessed to him, not wanting him to come in on their very rare days off. “You’re going to have to cover any emergencies while I’m dealing with this, however.” 
    “That will be fine. You just get that guy where he needs to be.” She could imagine the laughter in his voice as she read the message on her smartphone.
    “See you in the morning.” She signed off on the conversation, still dreading what was coming.
    Looking at her watch she acknowledged that she had at least ten minutes before she had to leave. The plants all over her small home were begging for attention. She reached into the small cupboard under her sink and pulled her old metal watering can out of it. The thing had been passed down through at least three generations of the witches in her family and it buzzed with the energy of countless rituals and the power of various herbs and plants. Her mother and grandmother had blessed this item and used it in rituals many times over sixty years. Those women were kitchen witches, women who used understated abilities to help their families and heal people. Dominique was someone different; she was a little more aggressive than her predecessors. She hunted down spirits who were wreaking havoc on people’s lives and banished them. Her job did entail the occasional showdown with a particularly evil spirit, the kind that most people refer to as a demon.
    The familiar energy of the object in her hands comforted her and made her uncomfortable situation a little more bearable even if she still didn’t like it. “I’m not meant to deal with ambassadors and peace talks. This just isn’t my thing. I don’t even deal with shifters. My job is all about ghosts and demons.” Her complaint was unimportant in the grand scheme of things. She knew that she could be called on to do any job required should the need arise. She had fought her share of vampires and shifters in the past, but had never had much cause to sit in a room and talk with them. There were others who did that sort of thing. She didn’t have a really big problem with shifters; she just didn’t have much in common with them.
    Filling the metal can she was able to water all of her houseplants quickly and efficiently. She sang as she watered them, weaving a spell of blessing and protection with her voice. She didn’t need to sing loudly, the low hum-like tone of the chant was all that was needed. Her energy intertwined with the magic in the can and the energy rose through the house. A small kitten climbed out of its hiding place, to watch the magical workings going on in the house.
    Her chant rose in intensity as the working continued. In her mind, she visualized the plants guarding her home from intruders. They would give a possible intruder an excuse not to come into her home unless they were invited. Her plants would taint the person’s mind, making them suddenly remember a previous engagement or see someone that looked like a police officer hanging around, basically adding just enough doubt to make the idea of breaking into her home