Forbidden Fangs
by @dungeondadLindsey Keys, a vampire witch with black-and-crimson hair, runs a quiet magical practice in East Tennessee—until she locks eyes with Austin Patrick, a werewolf and future pack alpha who’s studying for his Baptist seminary degree. Their instant, undeniable chemistry sparks a forbidden mate bond that neither their families nor their faiths can accept, plunging them into a steamy collision of sex, magic, and love that could tear both worlds apart.
MEET THE CHARACTERS
Lindsey Keys
Lindsey Keys is a vampire witch living quietly in East Tennessee, offering her family's healing and magical services to those in the know. She looks like a punk rock dream with black-and-crimson hair and multiple piercings, but the moment she speaks you catch the warmth underneath. She knows exactly how much to charge for a clarity spell and exactly how to make you laugh when you're nervous.
Austin Patrick
Austin Patrick works construction by day and studies for his seminary degree by night, balancing hard labor with hard faith. He's a werewolf like the rest of his family, set to become the pack's next alpha when his dad steps down. He's got a soft belly under his muscular frame, tattoos, black gages, and a laugh that makes people feel safe.
EXPLORE CHAPTERS
First Glance
Lindsey's order number is called, but she doesn't move—because the man at the pickup counter has gone still, his hand frozen around a paper cup, his eyes locked on hers. The air between them feels thick, magnetic, wrong and right at once. She watches his nostrils flare once, twice, a werewolf catching a scent he shouldn't want. He sets the cup down slowly, never breaking her gaze, and takes a step toward her table. Her fingers curl around the edge of her chair, holding on.
The Second Touch
Lindsey's fingers close around her cup just as Austin's hand covers hers, not by accident—he let it happen, his palm warm and rough against her cold skin, and her heart slams once, twice, hard enough that she sees him feel it in the way his pupils blow wide. He doesn't pull back. Neither does she. The coffee shop hums around them—orders called, milk steaming, chairs scraping—but none of it reaches the small space where his thumb drags slow across her knuckle. 'You feel that,' he says, not a question, and she nods because her voice has gone somewhere she can't reach.
The Witness Question
Austin's phone is warm against his ear, the cab of the truck dark except for the amber glow of the dash, and Lindsey watches his jaw tighten as the line rings once, twice, three times. 'Auntie,' he says when it connects, and his voice is steady but his free hand curls into a fist on his thigh. Lindsey hears the crackle of a woman's voice—sharp, old, unsurprised—and Austin's thumb presses hard against the steering wheel as he says, 'I need to bring someone to meet you. A vampire.' The silence on the other end stretches long enough that Lindsey stops breathing, and when the old woman finally speaks, Austin's eyes close once, slow, before he answers.
The Call Home
Lindsey stands in her dark apartment, phone pressed to her ear, the dial tone stretching into the space where her heart used to be silent. Her grandmother answers on the fourth ring, voice sharp and unsurprised—'Lindsey. It's late.' Lindsey's fingers curl around the edge of her counter as she says, 'Grandma, I need to tell you something. I met someone.' The silence on the other end is longer than the one at Aunt Clara's, and when Rose Keys speaks again, her voice has gone careful and cold. 'A werewolf.' It isn't a question. Lindsey's dead heart slams against her ribs as she answers, 'Yes.'
The Front Porch
The truck rolls to a stop in front of the old Victorian, and Lindsey's hand tightens on Austin's before she lets go. The garden is overgrown, the wards humming low in the walls, and her grandmother is already standing on the porch, arms crossed, silver hair catching the light. Lindsey walks up the steps first, Austin a step behind, and Rose's dark eyes move over him slowly—his boots, his hands, the set of his jaw—before she says, 'So you're the one who made my granddaughter's heart beat.' It isn't a question, and Austin doesn't flinch. He meets her gaze and says, 'Yes, ma'am. I'm Austin Patrick.' Rose holds his eyes for a long breath, then steps aside and gestures toward the door. 'Come inside. We have things to discuss.'