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  Contents

  Blurb

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Epilogue

  Excerpt: Forbidden Vampire Mate

  Also by Laura Greenwood

  Co-Written Books

  About the Author

  © 2019 Laura Greenwood

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  Bewitched Incubus Mate is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Blurb

  Never use your powers while on a date…

  Rosie has always resisted using the MatchMater App, not wanting to accidentally use her siren magic on a date. But seeing one of her best friend's properly mated, she can't resist the urge.

  Finding love as an incubus isn't easy, and Jim has almost given up hope. A dating app might be what he needs to change that.

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  Bewitched Incubus Mate is book 2 in the MatchMater Paranormal Dating App series. It contains a standalone incubus-siren romance.

  Chapter One

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  Her powers sang through her as the wine took hold. They always did when she drank, one of the many curses of being a siren was the constant need to call out to unwary sailors. At least by living on land, Rosie managed to minimise the chances of accidentally sinking ships. Her mother had told her how she'd done that once, and it was an experience that still haunted her.

  "Rosieeeeeee," Dakota sang, clearly having had a little bit too much to drink. She'd really let loose since finding her mate.

  Nina laughed lightly. "She doesn't want to play with us."

  "I do, I do. Sorry." She smiled at her friends, completely lost as to where in the conversation they were.

  "We were asking why you're not on MatchMater," Nina blurted.

  "I don't want to be." Though a part of her longed for that not to be true. Ever since Dakota had used the dating app to find her mate, she'd kept being drawn to it. She'd even downloaded it a couple of times, before deleting it and hoping that no one would ever know how indecisive she was.

  Dakota tipped her head to the side, making Rosie glance away. Her friend knew her too well for comfort, and would no doubt work out that there was something she was trying to hide.

  There wasn't even really a reason to keep things secret from her friends. They both knew she was a siren, and what that meant she could do. And yet, she hated the idea of telling them she had to be careful when she went on dates in case she ended up accidentally enchanting the person she was with and leaving them unable to even function.

  That had happened to her sister. And Delilah hadn't been the same since. One day, she hoped her sibling would be able to move on from the horrors she'd seen, but Rosie doubted it would be soon.

  "Earth to Rosie." Nina waved a hand in front of her face.

  "Sorry," she muttered. "What were you saying?"

  "We're going to set up a MatchMater profile for you," Dakota announced, grabbing Rosie's phone from the table and swiping through it.

  She really should have kept her password to herself. "Do you have to?" she asked, kind of feeling like she wanted them to go through with it. The small part of her who wanted to be normal about dating was desperate for them to take control.

  "She's not protesting very much, Dak, just do it."

  The witch gave her a shrewd look, as if trying to determine whether or not she was really okay with them doing this.

  "Alright. Let's see what we've got..."

  Rosie watched as the two of them typed in her information, took pictures, and even went as far as verifying her identity by using her driving license and paranormal ID. That was one of the advantages of MatchMater. They made sure that everyone on there was who they said they were. She was certain that the system could be cheated if a person was really determined, but she doubted most people would bother.

  "Favourite drink?" Dakota asked. "Oh, right, wine."

  "You can't put that," Nina protested. "They'll be put right off.

  Use a hot chocolate with whipped cream. It's both sweet and sexy."

  "I don't even like hot chocolate that much," Rosie muttered.

  "I've seen you drink it." Dakota frowned.

  "Only if it's made from real chocolate."

  "Well, we'll make sure we say that." The two women put their heads together, cutting Rosie out of the process. That was probably for the best, she'd only bring the team down.

  "And there we go. One MatchMater profile." Nina beamed. "Do we need to swipe for you too?"

  "I can manage," Rosie responded, her cheeks flushing. She didn't want her friends to think she was totally incompetent.

  Dakota handed her phone back without a second thought, and Rosie took it gratefully.

  "Oh, who are you going to go for? A sexy witch? A down to earth dryad?" Nina asked, clearly excited.

  "Is there a reason you're stereotyping so much?" Rosie asked.

  "I'm not," she protested.

  "Are you trying to say I'm not a sexy witch?" Dakota joked. "I have a dragon shifter at home that will tell you differently."

  Rosie took a sip of her wine as she tried to ignore her friends'

  insinuations. She put her phone on silent and slipped it into her pocket. She'd do her swiping in private. Maybe when she took a hot bubble bath once the girls had gone. Was that weird to do?

  She had no idea what dating app etiquette was.

  "How are you and Achilles settling in?" she asked.

  "Great, thank you." Dakota's smile widened. Being mated suited her, though she hadn't been an unhappy person anyway. It was one of the things that made Rosie so certain she did want to try MatchMater. If her friend could be this happy, then she could be too. "I think he's picking me up in five minutes." She grimaced, as if that was a bad thing.

  "Date night?"

  She nodded. "We're still getting to know each other, really, so he's trying to do all the romantic things for me."

  "It's so sweet," Nina half-sang. "I wished someone would do that for me." There was an unmistakable hint of bitterness in Nina's

  voice, no doubt because of her weird knack of dating men who were just about to find their mate.

  "You will," Dakota assured her.

  "Not on MatchMater," she countered. "I swear I've been through all the men on there..."

  "You can't have, or there'd be none left," Rosie pointed out.

  "Maybe you're just looking for the wrong things..."

  "Maybe." She shrugged. "Or maybe I'm meant to be alone. They d
o say that about my kind."

  Rosie wanted to contradict her, but couldn't. Nina had never actually told them what she was. There'd been hints, including that she could influence dreams, but no actual answer. She'd tried to do some research to work it out, but still hadn't found anything.

  "It'll come in time. You just have to keep trying." The advice felt ashen on her tongue, but she had to stick to it, or she'd never find a mate of her own.

  Not that dating was a good way of doing that. She could risk enchanting them and ending up with a legion of devoted followers, but no one to actually love her.

  And that just wasn't enough for her.

  Chapter Two

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  Jim set down his medical bag and prepared for his next patient.

  Being the doctor in an old peoples' home wasn't what he'd planned once he was through medical school, but he found that older women were jaded enough not to fall for his natural charms, and that was the only thing he wanted to focus on.

  "Good afternoon, young man," the old woman said from the doorway.

  "Evening, Mrs Stein." Jim flashed her a smile. "How are you feeling today? Any pain in your wrists?"

  She shuffled into the room and perched herself on the examination bed. "You know as well as I do that I'm perfectly healthy, dear."

  "I have to ask," Jim pointed out.

  She chuckled. "Every month, without fail."

  "I still have to do the checks," he reminded her.

  "I know. Though you could just tick all those boxes and we could just chat. Have you found yourself a nice mate yet?" she tried.

  Jim shook his head. "I'm not looking for my mate." It was impossible to do that when his powers would complicate things.

  How could he know that a woman was truly into him when they might just be under the influence.

  "You should be. Just look at you. Handsome, intelligent, a doctor, there's no reason you shouldn't find someone that would make you happy." She opened her mouth so he could take her temperature.

  "I wouldn't even know where to start looking," he admitted, removing the thermometer.

  "I don't know why you bother taking my temperature. We both know you'll write the wrong number down." She smirked at him.

  "I have to go through the motions," he murmured even as he did exactly what she said he was going to. It was either that or have her exposed as a paranormal. No doubt that was why she'd requested him to be her doctor. As far as he was aware, he was the only one who worked here.

  Though he had no idea what kind she was. And from her interference, she had no idea what he was either. She wouldn't be suggesting he looked for a mate if she did.

  "My grandson just found his mate on the MatchMater app. Have you tried it?" she asked.

  He shook his head. "It's not my kind of thing."

  "You should sign up, find yourself a nice young lady who'll make an honest man of you."

  He chuckled and filled in the rest of her form. Technically, he should have gone through the questions with her, but he already knew the answers she'd give. She wasn't going to get sick, or even break something that wouldn't have healed itself within a couple of hours.

  "Think about it," she instructed him.

  "I will, Mrs Stein," he assured her, even though it was technically a lie. He wouldn't download the app, even if a small part of him wanted to.

  "Excellent. I expect a full run-through of your dates at my next appointment." She hopped off the bed with far more dexterity than she'd shown up until now. Yet more proof of what she was. As if he needed it.

  "I promise you'll be the first to know if I find the woman for me," he promised.

  "Excellent. Just what I want to hear." She closed the door behind her, but not before Jim noticed her going back to her slower ways.

  He shook his head. He'd never asked Mrs Stein why she chose to stay at a human retirement home instead of living with other paranormals, but he suspected there was a good reason for it. She wasn't the kind of woman who did anything without good reason.

  Jim scribbled his name on the bottom line and dropped it on top of the other reports. His next appointment wasn't until after lunch, which was unfortunate. He didn't want to dwell too much on what she'd said. Deep down, he wanted to find his mate, just like every other paranormal in the world. But it was complicated, and unless he could find a succubus who just happened to be his perfect match, then he was going to find himself questioning whether or not the woman was his true match, or if she was simply enchanted.

  It was best if he didn't think about it.

  He picked up his phone to check the time, only to find his messaging app needed updating. He clicked the button and started downloading it. Before he closed the store, an ad with the tell-tale M with a tail caught his eye.

  He glanced at the door, though he wasn't certain why. Downloading an app wasn't breaking any kind of rules.

  Before he fully thought it through, he hit the button and started the process. MatchMater would be on his phone within five minutes.

  The app popped up. "Why am I doing this?" he asked himself even as he filled out all the information that was needed to verify he was who he said he was. MatchMater prided themselves on making sure that all of their users were paranormals of one kind or another. It saved issues with humans, though it probably didn't help any vampires whose mates hadn't been turned yet.

  He hit enter before he could chicken out, and closed the app. His work appointments for the day weren't the right place to swipe for pretty women.

  Jim sighed loudly and began prepping for his next patient. He should eat, but food wasn't what he was hungry for. He should go out on the town tonight. He didn't want to pick anyone up, that never properly satisfied him anyway, but being in a room full of drunk humans giving off all the life energy that would sustain him for a couple of days.

  He rubbed a hand over his face. This wasn't the way he wanted to live his life. Finding his mate might be the only way of changing it for him.

  A knock sounded on the door. He rose to his feet and made his way over. His next patient was here, and he wasn't the kind of man who would barge in like Mrs Stein would. It was time for him to go back to being a Doctor and focusing on his patients.

  Chapter Three

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  Rosie picked up her glass of wine and took a sip. She didn't normally drink while she was alone, but if she was going to use MatchMater for the first time, then she needed a little bit of help to get over the fear of enchanting someone with her voice.

  She swiped through the candidates. Most of them had their paranormal type listed, but some didn't. Maybe they were like her and didn't want it influencing potential matches. Though that wasn't necessarily the right thing to do. If Dakota was to be believed, if the right person turned up on the app, she'd be drawn to swiping right on them. She just had to trust her gut instinct.

  "No, no, no, maybe," she mumbled to herself.

  The maybe man was dark-haired with a good amount of scruff on his cheeks. His bio said that he was a doctor, which didn't seem likely. Paranormals didn't need doctors. For the most part, their bodies healed fast enough not to need them and they were immune to diseases too.

  She swiped right on him anyway. It was worth the risk. He didn't have a species listed, so there were plenty of things she could talk to him about.

  Her phone vibrated in her hand, her sister's beaming face staring up at her from the screen.

  "Is everything okay?" She asked as she pressed the phone to her ear. Delilah would have text if there was something non-vital to talk about, which meant something serious had happened"

  "I, I don't know what happened," Delilah got out through her tears.

  Panic threaded through Rosie. She hadn't heard her sister this upset since she'd first enchanted Reese with her song.

  "I sunk a ship. I didn't mean to do it. I was arguing with Reese and..."

  Rosie gulped. How could this have happened? Their Mother had al
ways cautioned them on getting too angry when there were boats passing.

  "Delilah, calm down. Was anyone hurt?"

  "No, the coastguards came in time and got them all," she babbled.

  Rosie closed her eyes and leaned against the kitchen island, a deep sigh of relief escaping her. "No one died. Take a deep breath, Del. No one was hurt. Focus on that and then you can sort through the rest of it. What happened when you argued?"

  "I started to scream. You know the urge when we're angry?"

  Rosie nodded despite the fact her sister couldn't see her. "I know it well." She wasn't an angry person by nature, but she'd gone to anger management classes in order to get a better handle on her emotions anyway. The last thing she wanted to do was lose her temper and end up singing. This was one of the reasons she lived on land, even if she missed th sea. There was a lot smaller chance of her sinking a ship here.

  "That happened. I was trying to explain what happened to Reese, and he didn't take it well."

  That wasn't a surprise. Rosie doubted a lot of people took well to being enchanted by a siren.

  "Where is he now?" she asked her sister.

  The other end of the phone was silent.

  "Del?"

  Her sister sighed. "I'm not sure. He took the only boat we had and went on land, he was talking about needing some time to work out how he felt."

  "Will that even help? Will the enchantment wear off like that?"

  Rosie frowned. How did that work?

  "I-I don't know. What if he realises that he doesn't love me?"

  Rosie took a deep breath. She wanted to tell Delilah the truth, that in all likelihood, her sister had caught Reese under her spell for life, and they were stuck that way. But that wasn't what Del wanted to hear. "He might realise he does," she assured her. "There's no way of knowing how siren enchantments work on land and over distance. It will probably be fine."

  "Thanks, Rosie. I knew you'd have the answer. So you think I should just wait?" she asked.

  Rosie chewed on her lip. "Maybe you should come on land yourself.

  You can stay in my spare room until this is all sorted." Though that wouldn't solve the issue of distance that Reese needed, but that wasn't her problem.