The Reindeer's Spell: The Paranormal Council, #12

By Laura Greenwood

A witch hopes a Christmas Party will be the perfect time to convince her fated mate of their bond.

Eustace has always focused more on his job as a doctor than his role in the shifter community, especially when it comes to the witch distracting him at every turn. 

Being able to see the future has made it hard for Reagan to connect with anyone, especially when all people want is to find out what it has in store for them. But when she sees a disaster at a charity ball, she knows she has to do everything she can to stop it, even if it means turning to the man she's trying to stay away from. 

Can the two of them work together to save the party? And will they give in to what's growing between them in the process?

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The Reindeer's Spell is book twelve of The Paranormal Council, a fated mates paranormal romance series. It can be read as a standalone and includes a shifter-witch m/f romance.

If you enjoy fated mates, light-hearted paranormal romances, intertwined standalones, a hint of steam, quick reads, and plenty of swoon, check out the complete Paranormal Council series today!

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Drowlgon Press
• Release date: Dec 24, 2021
• ISBN: 9781386940760

Laura Greenwood

Laura is a USA Today Bestselling Author of paranormal romance, urban fantasy, and fantasy romance. When she's not writing, she drinks a lot of tea, tries to resist French macarons, and works towards a diploma in Egyptology. She lives in the UK, where most of her books are set. Laura specialises in quick reads, with healthy relationships and consent positive moments regardless of if she's writing light-hearted romance, mythology-heavy urban fantasy, or anything in between. You can find a full book list and more information on her website, or in The Paranormal Council Facebook Group. Happy Reading!

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One

Reagan

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The room was decked out in brilliant white, with icicles hanging from the ceiling and glittering piles of snow artfully scattered around the outside of the room. Reagan didn't need to touch any of it to know that it was real. She was in the Fae Winter Court, there was no need for fake snow when any of the fae women in the room could uphold them with magic. It was unfortunate that she wouldn't be able to recreate anything like it for any of her clients.

She slipped through the crowd and headed towards where her brother stood with a baby in his arms.

Can I hold her? she asked.

Josh nodded. You can hold Clemmy in a bit too, Rueben has her at the moment.

Which meant that it was Belle he was handing to her. She was glad he'd told her. With her head covered, the baby could have been either of the twins.

Hello, Reagan said, holding out her finger for Belle to grab.

The baby's fingers curled around hers, holding on tightly.

Careful, or she won't let go, Josh warned her.

Reagan chuckled. She'll have to eventually. She has a big destiny to fulfil.

So you keep saying, he muttered.

You're the one mated to a Fae Queen, she pointed out. It's not my fault that makes your daughters princesses, and isn't it better that they have a throne each rather than ending up with one of them resenting the other?

I'd rather they just got a chance to be children, he responded.

And they will. Stars help them when they start dating with three fathers around.

Josh growled softly.

Reagan raised an eyebrow. Careful, your fangs will start showing.

I don't have fangs.

Then stop growling. She clicked her fingers and made a small circle of sparks dance over the baby.

Belle giggled and let go of Reagan's fingers to try and grab them. With a small smile on her face, Reagan moved her hand, directing the sparks to dance and escape the little girl's grasp. The spell wouldn't do anything other than entertaining her niece, but sometimes it was fun to do just that.

Whispers started around the room as a portal opened in the middle and Eira stepped through it, looking as radiant as ever with her long silvery-white hair intricately woven into plaits, allowing her crown to perch on her head. The gown she wore didn't seem particularly practical for being in a snowy field, but it was perfect for the celebration taking place in the palace.

It is done, Eira called out, drawing the attention of everyone in the room, with the exception of the baby in Reagan's arms. The winter has been called and the season has begun.

The fae cheered, the sound almost deafening to the other guests in the room. Reagan wasn't the only non-fae here, though she was probably the only one who wasn't a consort. Her invite came courtesy of Josh. There were some advantages to being the sister-in-law of the Fae Queen Of Winter.

Now, we celebrate, Eira announced.

The fae took her words to heart and went right back to what they'd been doing before. Eira swept towards them, appearing more radiant than ever. Reagan assumed it was a combination of the season changing to winter, and motherhood. Whatever it was, it worked for her.

Reagan, you made it, she said, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek.

I did, thank you for the invitation. I don't think I've ever been to a ball like this before, she admitted.

It takes some getting used to, Eira admitted. But it's become an event I wouldn't want to miss.

Probably because it would mean the end of the world as we know it, Josh muttered.

I'd still call winter, even if we didn't have the ball, Eira pointed out. That part isn't negotiable.

Belle let out a small cry which was surprisingly loud for such a small being.

I'll go get her a bottle, Josh said, reaching out to take her.

I can go, Eira offered.

He shook his head. You need to stay here. You can't disappear so early in the night, he reminded her.

Eira sighed. I hate it when you're right.

No you don't. He leaned in and kissed her gently.

Reagan turned away, both wanting to give them privacy, and not wanting to witness her brother kissing his mate. Some things weren't meant to be witnessed.

It's safe now, Eira assured her, seeming more amused than anything else.

Reagan turned back. How are you feeling? Any problems like last year?

Eira shook her head. It seems that really was a pregnancy thing. So long as I avoid getting pregnant again, I should be safe.

Reagan chuckled. You say that like having a third child is a bad thing.

Eira groaned. Don't tell me you've seen anything.

I haven't, Reagan promised. Not yet, anyway. There's still time.

Well I'm still not planning on more. What happens if I can't control the magic next time and something bad happens?

Nothing will, Reagan promised. It just took some getting used to before.

Eira sighed. I hope you're right. I'd never have gotten through it without your mate.

Mmhmm. Reagan tried to look everywhere except at her sister-in-law.

Is he here? I'd have thought he'd want an update on the twins?

He's not, Reagan admitted.

I'm surprised, I thought he'd come with you.

That would involve him admitting that we're mates. He's still refusing to admit that we are. She tried not to let her disappointment come through her voice.

This sounds like a conversation that needs a glass of wine to go along with it.

A big one, Reagan muttered.

Eira offered her arm, which Reagan took gladly, letting the Queen guide her towards the refreshment table.

So, what's going on? Eira asked.

That's a good question. Eustace is convinced that if we act on the attraction we feel, it's going to result in a false mating and cause us problems.

He's still using that excuse? Eira handed Reagan a glass of wine, which she accepted gratefully. I thought he'd get past that once you'd visited us here.

Reagan sighed. I'd hoped so too, but he hasn't changed his mind at all. If anything, it's gotten worse. She took a sip of wine, enjoying the tart taste.

Have you tried trapping him in a situation where he can't get away from you? Eira suggested.

Reagan's eyes widened. I can't do that. If he doesn't want to be with me, I'm not going to force him.

Hmm, good point.

"I'm just going to have