Beastkin (Widdershins #3) - Signed Paperback

Karrick:
Beastkin aren’t meant to fall in love with witches. That’s what the world tells me. My kind carries a curse—once human, now creatures of claw and fang, feared for a past drenched in war and betrayal. At Widdershins Academy, I’m the monster they all pretend not to watch.

Except for him.

Phoenix Emberwood—the boy who was once my best friend. The boy I lost when his family ripped him away. He’s back now, fire magic at his fingertips, stronger, sharper, and looking at me like he’s trying to decide if he still knows me at all.

I’ve only ever been with women. I never questioned that—never questioned myself. But when I see him, when I smell him, something inside me shifts, something primal and undeniable. It’s impossible. It’s forbidden.

And I want him anyway.

Loving Phoenix means turning my back on everything I know. It means facing a world that would rather see us apart—if not dead. But I’m not sure I can walk away. Not this time.

Phoenix:
I never thought I’d see Karrick again. I never thought I’d return to a world where witches whisper warnings about Beastkin, about the creatures who were cursed for a reason.

But here I am, and there he is—bigger, stronger, impossible to ignore.

My family says I should stay away. The academy says I should know better. But my magic doesn’t listen. It flares every time he’s near, like it knows him, like it’s reaching for something lost.

I tell myself he’s just a childhood memory. I tell myself I don’t care. But when he looks at me, when our bodies collide in fleeting touches and unspoken confessions, I feel it.

The bond. The pull. The fire waiting to consume us both.

Giving in to Karrick means defying my family, my coven, the very laws that keep our world from falling apart. But maybe the only way to change history… is to burn it down.

Beastkin is a spellbinding, fated-mates romance filled with longing, forbidden passion, and a love strong enough to defy history itself. Perfect for readers who crave fiery tension, slow-burn desire, and the kind of connection that refuses to be denied.

Chapter Six Excerpt: Phoenix
“Can I help you?” I asked, eyebrow raised as I stared at the Beastkin in front of me. He was a tall, muscular, jock-type guy with a bewildered look on his face. “Apologies if I ran into you.”
The guy just kept staring at me, his mouth slightly open like he’d seen a ghost. I noticed his lower tusks, they were more pronounced as his lips parted. His body was covered in fine dark-brown hair, and he had the most beautiful dark brown eyes. I watched his tall, pointed ears flick in discomfort or annoyance. Clearly, he was looking for a reaction from me and not getting it.
“Seriously, are you okay?” I asked, taking a small step back. The intensity of his gaze was starting to get a bit unnerving, especially when I have no idea who he was or why he looked like he’d just witnessed a miracle.
“You…” he stared, then stopped. “You don’t know who I am?”
I studied his face more carefully, trying to place him. When I was a child, I’d known some creatures. But this couldn’t be one of them. They all lived on the other side of the country. If they were going to go to college, it would be at the academy in Oregon, not here. And since I was ten, I’d never had another friend outside of the witch community.
“I don’t,” I replied honestly. “But I think we have the same class together. Professor Blackwood seemed impressed with you.” I held out my hand. “My name is Phoenix Emberwood.”
The Beastkin’s face fell, a flash of hurt crossing his features before he quickly masked it. The shift was so sudden that I wondered if I’d imagined it.
“Right,” he said, his deep voice gruff. “Same class.”
He didn’t take my outstretched hand. Instead, he stepped back, putting more distance between us. The pendant around my neck remained cool against my skin, which meant my parents weren’t monitoring this interaction too closely. Probably because he was just a classmate, not a friend.
“Nice to meet you,” I said, letting my hand drop awkwardly to my side. “Are you new here too?”
“No,” he replied curtly. “I was here before. Took some time off.”
There was something about the way he said it that suggested there was more to the story, but his closed-off expression made it clear he wasn’t interested in elaborating. His ears flattened slightly against his head, a gesture I recognized from my childhood as a sign of discomfort.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you in class,” I offered, trying to be polite despite his strange behavior.
The Beastkin stared at me for another long moment, his dark eyes searching mine for something I couldn’t understand. Then, without another word, he brushed past me and walked away, his powerful frame moving with surprising grace for someone so large.
I watched him go, a strange feeling of unease settling in my stomach. There was something familiar about him, something I couldn’t quite place. The way his ears twitched when he was uncomfortable, the particular shade of his eyes... it stirred a longing that I didn’t understand. I hadn’t been allowed near any monsters in eight years. Nobody outside witch circles knew me. My parents made sure of it.