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  Blending In

  A Magical Romantic Comedy (with a body count)

  RJ Blain

  Thanks to a jealous divine, whenever Chase Butler comes anywhere near Miriah, she turns into a chameleon. While her hopes of having a happily ever with Mr. Right are dashed, she’s determined to have the next best thing: a perfect Christmas.

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  Finding a puppy for her son, dodging the unwanted attention of her divine fling of an ex, and keeping on top of a holiday charity drive for local pet shelters sure is complicated when prone to transforming into a twelve-inch lizard with a severe allergy to snowbanks.

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  Since blending in has gotten her nowhere fast, she’s going to have to pull out all the stops to get what she wants, even if it lands her on Santa’s naughty list.

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  Warning: This holiday story contains excessive humor, action, excitement, adventure, magic, romance, and bodies. Proceed with caution.

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  Copyright © 2018 by RJ Blain

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  Cover Design by Daqri Bernardo (Covers by Combs)

  Contents

  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

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  About the Author

  Magical Romantic Comedies (with a body count)

  From Witch & Wolf World

  Other Stories by RJ Blain

  Witch & Wolf World Reading Order

  Chapter One

  As always, when Chase Butler visited Price Financial Industry Solutions, I transformed into a twelve inch long chameleon, which made preparing the afternoon spreadsheets difficult at best. I gave it a week before I lost my job thanks to the CEO of our competitor visiting so often. Scrambling onto my desk, I nosed my trackpad closer to my keyboard. Come hell or high water, I’d finish my work on time.

  To get my son the puppy he wanted for Christmas, I needed to keep my job. To keep my job, I needed to get my head out of my rear end and find every last one of Chase Butler’s faults so I’d stop my headlong tumble into unrequited love.

  If I murdered Gavin, a week-long fling, a divine, and father of my child, would his curse break? How the heck was I supposed to find a man who could love me better than a frisky divine with bed-hopping tendencies when I turned into a blasted chameleon whenever a man I liked came too close?

  Chase Butler needed to stop being a handsome, generous man who liked animals immediately if not sooner. Also, he needed to stop challenging my boss and coordinating competitive charity drives. If he gave up his goody-goody tendencies, maybe I’d be able to rein in my admiration.

  As usual, my traitor heart refused to listen to me.

  I needed to have a long talk with Gavin about his danged curse. A during-work-hours exemption would make my life a lot easier.

  Flicking my tongue and using my tail to control the trackpad, I plugged data into my spreadsheet. Whatever made me able to operate touch devices had saved my bacon more than once; had I been more like a natural chameleon, I would’ve been sunk weeks ago.

  My efforts worked well enough, and I enjoyed blending in with my desk, able to work without casual observers noticing me. Unfortunately, everyone in the open workspace knew I had a few quirks and a shapeshifting problem.

  My desk neighbor, best friend, sometimes babysitter, and general gossip rolled her chair towards my desk. “You’re so damned lucky Alex likes your work, Miriah. Must you do this every damned charity drive?”

  Charity drives always landed me in trouble. Without fail, I’d find some man who checked off every one of my boxes for a husband and father of my son. Every year, the story ended the same way.

  None of the men I liked could ever see past the chameleon to the woman beneath. Most of them hadn’t even noticed my existence.

  I tapped on the trackpad, opened a note file, and suggested Tiana should go suck on some goose eggs before I returned to work.

  “While I understand Mr. Butler has an ass to kill for, you might be taking this a little too far.”

  I checked if any of our co-workers were listening in. Fortunately, her comment went unnoticed.

  Why couldn’t my tactic of ignoring Tiana work for a change? It hadn’t done me any good the ten other times the past week Chase had needed something from Alex. In person. I did my best to pretend she didn’t exist, working on calculating the charity drive results for the week and the projections for the rest of the event.

  Five pet shelters and six homeless shelters running out of supplies and funding had spurred the latest charity blitz, and the holidays helped convince the company’s clients to give their brands an ethical boost. When all was said and done, I’d join in the festivities, bringing Caleb home a puppy for Christmas.

  Despite my hopeless crush on Chase Butler, my son would get his puppy, and that meant working my reptilian, color-changing butt off to finish my report within the next two hours without the benefit of human hands.

  “It’s hopeless,” Tiana informed me before rolling back to her desk. “Good luck. You’re going to need it.”

  After I returned to human, I’d make a special trip to the salon, get conditioner for dry hair like she usually used, add extra oil, and to be even more helpful, add even more oil of the coconut variety so she smelled delicious, all so I could teach my fro-haired friend an oily lesson. Maybe if she needed to figure out how to get the excess oil out of her uncooperative mane, she’d leave my failed love life alone for a while.

  With my luck, I’d actually unlock the secrets of fro hair care.

  With seven minutes to spare, I sent the weekly report to my boss. As Chase seemed determined to stay in the building, I hid under my desk to ride out Gavin’s curse.

  I wished Tiana would stop laughing at me.

  “Where’s Miss Cox?” my boss demanded.

  My best friend about to turn arch enemy giggled. “She’s hanging out under her desk, Alex.”

  “Again?”

  “Did you know chameleons can use a computer surprisingly well?”

  “She did the report while shifted, didn’t she?”

  “She sure did.”

  My boss sighed. “Fetch her scaly rump and bring her to my office. Mr. Butler wishes to speak to her.”

  Life ended for everyone, and my cause of death would be embarrassment. Before I could escape, Tiana grabbed me around the middle and carried me to my doom. If I blended in with her dark skin, would Chase notice me?

  Probably.

  I camouflaged despite the futility and wrapped myself around Tiana’s wrist.

  “That’s not going to work, Miriah.”

  Nipping her earned my nose a light swat. I hissed and nipped her again.

  “I’ll rip your tail off, asshole. Go ahead. Try me.”

  As I needed my tail to work, I kept my teeth to myself.

  “You’re so damned lucky I pay attention and know how to read your damned spreadsheets, girl. I own you for at least a week for this.”

  Tomorrow, I’d be grateful for my kind-hearted friend, who always stood ready to jump in an
d keep me from losing my job yet again. In the meantime, I considered taking leave of my solemn vow not to curse up a storm. I kept close watch over my mouth to keep Caleb from learning bad habits from me, but he was twelve. He could handle his mother dropping a few foul words now and then.

  Instead of modifying her conditioner, I’d buy her the flattening iron she kept drooling over and a bottle of tequila for saving my rump again. As Caleb, too wise for his twelve years, would snitch to his father if I had a single sip, I’d watch her drink and dream of the day my son turned eighteen so I could earn the worst hangover of my life.

  Gavin loved trying to get me to drink something to unwind, I enjoyed telling him no, and my son took after his father too much for my comfort. Gavin never had understood my poor relationship with alcohol.

  I didn’t like who I became when drunk, and that was that.

  Our boss beat us to his office, held the door open until Tiana stepped through, and closed it behind her. Closed door meetings meant trouble.

  A closed door meeting with Chase Butler would test my patience and sanity. With my luck, he’d open his mouth and say something irresistibly glorious, further entrenching himself in my traitor heart.

  “I thought Miss Harting was your top marketing guru,” Chase Butler stated from his perch on my boss’s desk.

  He wore a black suit with bright purple tie offset by a cream dress shirt.

  “Miss Harting is my top marketing guru,” Alex replied, circling his desk and plopping into his oversized leather chair. “Miss Cox is her bracelet. I’ve found these two ladies work quite well together, so it’s been to my company’s benefit to encourage their partnership.”

  Tiana lifted her hand to show me off. “She mouthed off to a divine.”

  My best friend hated me, and I pondered locating the nearest snowbank. I estimated I’d freeze to death within five minutes. Gavin might be capable of caring for Caleb if I left him a manual before putting myself out of my misery.

  “That takes guts,” my crush replied. “And how long has Miss Cox been a lizard?”

  “A karma chameleon,” Tiana chirped.

  I gave up trying to be a good example for my son. For the next few weeks, I’d make a point about saying unfavorable things about my best friend, and I wouldn’t swallow my words around him. What a bitch.

  That would teach her.

  Alex choked on his laughter. With a smile I wanted to photograph and immortalize, Chase gave Tiana his full attention. “I appreciate the warning and will endeavor to avoid mouthing off to a divine. May I ask which one?”

  “Dunno. She calls her baby daddy Gavin; he won’t fess up to his portfolio. For the record, he earned a tongue lashing, and I don’t mean the nice kind. He’s the baby daddy of six kids, and after making the rounds, he thought he could come back and marry Miriah. Her hell no included a healthy dose of mouthing off. So here we are. She’s on job fifty-six due to unintentional shapeshifting and has been a chameleon for maybe two hours so far today.”

  My boss blinked. “She really did the entire report while shifted?”

  “She sure did.”

  I couldn’t tell if Tiana meant to save or lose me my job.

  “I’ll be damned. All right. Since keyboard use isn’t out of the question, we have a few questions about the report.”

  “I might be able to answer them for you, sir. She’s explained how her spreadsheets work before. I often use her data and metrics to monitor campaign performance.”

  “Good. Set her down. We were wondering about the projection columns. How is she figuring it out so accurately?”

  “Math, sir. It’s like black magic but worse. Be grateful she can’t talk. She might math you to death. Essentially, we run these campaigns the same way every drive. She accounts for current market conditions, the health of the companies contributing, and the current public economic conditions, and then she compares these figures to the past performance of similar campaigns. She then creates the projections from that data.”

  “Could she do that work for Mr. Butler’s company?”

  “Any analyst worth their paycheck can.”

  “Good. Someone in his company has sabotaged his data, and he asked me to loan him a trusted employee to jump fences for a while. I suggested he could borrow Miss Cox for the holidays.”

  I needed to make a date with the nearest snowbank immediately.

  “That’s going to be a problem,” Tiana whispered.

  If she told anyone Chase triggered my transformation, I wouldn’t need to find a snowbank. I’d fall over dead from horror.

  “If she can do this caliber of work while a chameleon, I see no problems,” Chase replied. “I can set up a touchscreen system and anything else she needs to do her work in either form. It’s her brains I’m after, not her body. I don’t care what shape she is. She can do the work. That’s what I need.”

  He needed to stop saying nice things about me before my heart finished breaking under the strain of my hopeless crush.

  “Looks like it’s your lucky day, Miriah. You get to work for our competitor for Christmas.”

  “If you can send me an email with everything you need, I’ll have it ready for you by tomorrow morning.” Chase pulled out a business card from his wallet and handed it to Tiana. “I’ll see you at nine, Miss Cox.”

  Following a flicked salute to my boss, Chase left.

  How the hell was I supposed to work through a curse, especially when the subject of my infatuation refused to act like a jackass?

  I was so screwed.

  It took an hour after Chase left for me to return to my human form. It hurt, and had I possessed the right magic, I would’ve cursed Gavin back in some horrific fashion. While guilty of mouthing off to Gavin, if he hadn’t worked me and five other women at the same time, I might’ve been a little gentler about my hell no.

  The divine thought the world of himself.

  I’d recognized from the start he was too in love with himself to love me or Caleb like we deserved. On one front, he did well; Gavin didn’t show up often, but when he did, he gave Caleb his undivided attention.

  When the jackass made his appearance, I bailed so I wouldn’t attempt murder.

  Each and every time, Gavin insisted on leaving presents and a note begging me to reconsider his proposal. I bet the dead heard my infuriated refusals.

  I considered remaining huddled under my desk and hiding for all eternity.

  “There’s a pop when you shift, Miriah. You can come out.” Tiana rolled her chair over. “On a scale of one to ten, you’re fucked, babe.”

  “I’m going to need someone to take me to and from his office,” I whispered, hating I wouldn’t be able to handle the basics on my own.

  I really would die if I made friends with a snowbank.

  “I’m on it, girlfriend. I’ll get Alex to waive my late penalties and blame him. I’ll tell him you’re bad off over the holidays. Total truth, too.”

  “Caleb wants a puppy. I’m going to be eaten by my son’s puppy. Or I’ll die in a snowbank. That’s how my life is going to end, Tiana.”

  “That’s morbid.”

  “But true.”

  “It’s not like you’re usually scaly at home. It’ll be fine. Anyway, Caleb’s aces at taking care of you when needed. He’s not going to let his puppy eat you.”

  “On purpose,” I corrected.

  “It’s only for a few weeks. You know how Alex gets. He prefers a challenge, and having you batting for Mr. Butler’s team makes it a challenge. The faster you figure out what’s going on with his company, the faster you’re back to work here. It’ll be fine. I’m sure he’ll prove he’s an insufferable ass within a week. No infatuation, no curse.”

  “Did you really have to tell them about Gavin?”

  “Of course. Alex hates bullies, and he now knows a divine is being a jerk to you while you’re doing the single mom thing. It’s called job security. I just landed you a lot of it. Merry Christmas. Keep doing your best and he
’ll keep you. He can be a jerk, but he’s not a jerk like that.”

  “If you tell him why, I really might kill you,” I warned.

  “While true, you’d miss me. Don’t you worry about a thing. Just email the love of your life the list, tell him the curse is always really active this time of year, and enjoy the view—and don’t even try to tell me that view didn’t start this whole mess.”

  “Hot and nice needs to be illegal.”

  “Hot, nice, and rich is just wrong. He probably sucks in the sack.”

  “Hot, nice, rich, and great in bed is impossible. Just impossible,” I confirmed.

  “Did Gavin suck in the sack?”

  “I refuse to answer that question, but I’ll say this much: he wasn’t good enough to marry just for the sex.”

  “Good to know. And Miriah?”

  “What?”

  “Next time, remember birth control isn’t effective when dating divines.”

  “We weren’t dating. We were exploring mutual interests in bed.”

  “At least you’re honest about it.”

  I rolled my eyes. “My tramp stamp’s a fire-breathing dragon, Tiana. No man’s seen it, especially not Gavin.”

  “Go bed a few men you hate. Just confirm they’re not divines first. You have a hard enough time handling one boy. You don’t need another right now.”

  “One divine is one divine too many. It’s not like there are a lot of them around waiting for a chance to admire my tramp stamp.”

  “It’s not a tramp stamp if you’re a goody-goody, babe. Go forth and tramp!”

  I sighed and crawled out from beneath my desk. “You’re ridiculous.”