Say You’re Mine


Spellbound Book 1

At every turn the mysterious Calder family has meddled in Detective Reece Prescott’s investigations, so it’s no surprise when the gorgeous Violet Calder lands in the middle of his undercover operation—literally.

Claiming she’s his girlfriend makes perfect sense at the time. Wishing their fake romance was something more—that part defies reason and could cost Reece more than just his heart.

Violet has always insisted on leaving the hands-on private investigating to her siblings, right up until the sinfully hot detective needs her to play along. But the more she pretends to be in love with Reece, the more real the charade becomes.

Forced to tread carefully or risk exposing her family’s secrets, Violet fears that not even magic can save her from falling for the one man she shouldn’t.

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Violet Calder needed a drink. Maybe two.

One for ending up at work on her day off—something her brother had masterminded—and another for having to cross paths with the man lingering in the lobby of her family’s private investigation firm.

She glanced down at the file in her hands, wondering how to get it to their receptionist without having to talk to the detective prowling the room like an agitated predator waiting for someone to let him out of his cage.

If the man wasn’t standing between her and the exit—and a much needed glass of wine—she would have returned to her office and waited him out.

As it was, she was already late meeting her best friend at their favorite pub and Leslie had already texted twice telling her to hurry the hell up. Since work wasn’t exactly a priority for Leslie from 9-5 Monday to Friday, she couldn’t understand why Violet had to go into the office afterhours, let alone when she’d had a very rare Friday off.

Violet wasn’t exactly sure how she’d ended up here herself, and if she had let her brother’s call go to voicemail, she might not be standing in the doorway of her office all too aware that a single movement would snag the detective’s laser-precision attention.

And then she’d need three drinks, the last to forget how attractive she found the man, even if he was a serious pain in the ass.

The temp, one her brother hopefully hadn’t seduced yet, tipped her blond head, nodding to the folder in Violet’s hand. “Is that the file for Darby?”

Detective Reece Prescott pivoted around, bringing with him all the intensity he jam-packed into an athletic 6’2, dark-haired, bottomless brown-eyed, 5 o’clock-shadowed package, one that Violet had used to fuel more than a couple fantasies in recent months.

But tonight he had exchanged his customary dress pants for dark jeans, left his shirt unbuttoned more than usual, giving her more than a peek at the tanned chest beneath, and wore his sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms, like he was just getting down to business.

And if Violet didn’t know better, she’d swear that she was at the top of his agenda.

Pulse-firing, she took a step forward only to hesitate and have the move turn into a jerky shuffle. Glancing down as if it was somehow the polished tile floor’s fault that she couldn’t function properly whenever the detective was around, she squared her shoulders and strode forward.

Attention trained on the temp, Violet ignored the skin-warming weight of the detective’s gaze. She stopped at the front of the temp’s desk, handing over the file even though it meant turning her back to the man filling the room up with his presence.

“I’ll make sure Darby gets this tonight.” The temp smiled, but the curving of her lips wasn’t meant for Violet. “I know she’s anxious to make sure the court hearing goes smoothly Monday morning.”

The middle Calder sister was anxious any time she had to deal with the DA’s office, but that didn’t stop Darby from being damn good at her job.

Violet wasn’t sure how her sister handled sharing the CEO duties and being the figurehead of the P.I. firm that their father and uncle had founded. Representing the company and working with the various agencies they often locked horns with, was more than Violet wanted to deal with. She was perfectly content with her job of client liaison. Given the rough-around-the-edges personalities of her other siblings, she understood that clients sometimes needed a go-between.

“Great.” Violet turned around to find the detective standing directly in front of her.

“Ms. Calder?” the temp added.

“Mmmm,” was the best Violet could come up with trapped between the desk and the man who never seemed to be uncomfortable invading her personal space. Having grown up with two overprotective older brothers, a cousin who liked to hover and her often overbearing father and uncle, few men intimidated Violet.

Reece just happened to be in the minority.

“Everyone else is gone for the night,” the temp began. “And there is a really upset woman in the waiting room. I left messages with your brothers, but neither of them called me back yet.”

That was probably because they both knew Violet was in the office. No doubt they knew about the cop hanging around the lobby, too.

Feeling as though she might lose the unspoken challenge with the detective and be the first to look away, she asked, “Did she say anything about what her problem is?”

“She mentioned a lost dog.”

Reece’s lips twitched.

She ignored him. This wouldn’t be the first time Calder Investigations became part of the search effort for a missing pet, but it was usually the eccentric wealthy types with money to burn who sought out their services.

“I’ll take care of it. You might as well head out. I’ll lock up.”

At the not so subtle cue that it was closing time, the detective arched a brow.

Violet turned toward the waiting room only to be cut off by the wall that suddenly stepped into her path.

“Did you need something, Detective?” She crossed her arms. It helped to fill up the rapidly shrinking space between them.

“I don’t suppose you know where I can find your brother.”

“Which one?” she asked, though she was pretty sure she could guess.


Shocking. “What did you need to speak with him about?”

“So you do know where I can find him.”

“You know Dante better than most people, Detective. He doesn’t have a keeper, and I certainly wouldn’t want the job if he did.”

She sidestepped him, her gaze trained on the waiting room, a destination that would give her an excuse to safely widen the gap between them.

“You’re not avoiding me are you, Ms. Calder?”

The lazy drawl both annoyed and amused her, and despite the self-preservation warnings going off in her head, she paused. “I’d have to care enough to want to avoid you, Detective.”

His eyes narrowed, and he took a step forward, his hand going to his chest. “I think you just hurt my feeling.”

“Only one?”

He shrugged. “I’m a strong believer in keeping things as simple as possible.”

“I don’t think I need to tell you that if that’s the case, then you’re in the wrong place.”

There wasn’t a damn thing simple about any of her family, beginning with the green stone hanging around her neck that had captured the detective’s unwavering attention.

She closed her hand around the amulet out of habit and not because the man made her self-conscious.

“Believe me, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t need to speak with Dante.”

“I hope you’re not planning on harassing him again—”

Reece’s usual hard-ass expression crumpled into an annoyed frown. “He hit me first.”

Biting the inside of her cheek, Violet finally understood why her brothers enjoyed provoking Reece so much. She shrugged. “Well as much as I hate to disappoint you, Detective, I really have no idea where my brother is.”

Knowing Dante, however, he was probably having a cold beer at his favorite hole-in-the-wall bar a couple blocks away. Finn was probably with him, and for a moment she itched to tell Reece exactly that, seeing as it was her brother’s fault she was stuck at the office, bantering with a man who had developed an unpredictable habit of unnerving her.

“If it’s urgent,” she began, and the detective perked up. “You can try tagging him on Facebook. He’s a social media addict.”

The lie couldn’t have been further from the truth given Dante’s refusal to turn his cell phone on most of the time, but the comment was worth the scowl that crossed Reece’s face. It was much easier to deal with this Reece Prescott than the one whose gaze slowly drifted up to her mouth.

Reece took a step back, and air seemed to rush in to cool her overheated skin.

“If you happen to talk to him, on the phone or Facebook,” he threw in, “let him know that I need to talk to him.”


He continued to stare at her, his eyes softening, and just that fast her internal temperature took a jump and dragged her pulse right along with it.

“Was there something else?”

His gaze sank into hers. “You don’t like me very much do you, Ms. Calder?”