Page 12 of Purrfectly Mated

“Uncle Uzzi’s Magical Matchmaking Service---”

“Yes! That is me,” he replied jovially.

“Oh, no thanks. I told you about my date tonight. I am just not interested in any more blind dates.”

“I understand but give me a moment to explain to you about my agency and I promise, you will see it’s not like the others.”

“Yeah,” she scoffed. “Magical, right?”

“Yes. It is Elissa. Just like me,” Uzzi replied and held out his palms.

In the center of his outstretched hand, dozens of Magical sparkles zipped and zoomed, twirling round and round until they created a glittery, dime-sized zephyr. Elissa gasped.

“OHMYGAWD! What is that? What are you?”

“Think of me as your fairy godfather, Elissa. Only, I am not a fairy, you see, I am a Witch.”

“I thought Witches were old hags who rode brooms.”

“My Aunt Helga, for sure, but no, my dear, I too am a Witch. Males and females born with Magic are both called Witches. Now, enough about me. Have you ever heard of Shifters?”

“Wow, I did not know that! Wait? Shifters? Like the kind in those paranormal romance novels told by writers like P. Mattern, Julia Mills, and Gina Kincade?” Elissa asked and quirked her head.

“Exactly! What if I tell you they are real?”

“I don’t know.Areyou telling me they are real?”

Elissa sat straight, her intense brown eyes seriously considering the possibility. Uzzi chuckled. Yes. This woman was perfect for what he had in mind.

“Yes, I am,” Uzzi replied. “Shifters, Witches, and more than you can imagine are out there, living and breathing, sharing this world with humans like you. The real question, Elissa, is do you think you are ready to live in that world?”

Uzzi allowed some of his Magic out. The sparks pulsed with warmth and circled the pair of them. Power would be glowing in his eyes right about then, and he waited until Elissa registered that she was seeing something very real, and very different from her norm.

Elissa was witnessing his powers, and he, in turn, was introducing her to the supernatural world. A punishable crime for his kind, but it was a chance he was willing to take.

“Wow,” she whispered, reaching out to touch a spark.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Well, the fact you aren’t screaming tells me you might be just what I am looking for,” Uzzi sat back in the cushioned leather seats and began to explain a little bit about the matchmaking service and what he did for a living.

“So, you find people their mates? That’s like a husband or wife?” Elissa asked, catching on right away.

“Yes, I do. Now, how would you like your own muscle bound Shifter who would worship and love you no matter what? Not to mention pleasure you sexually in ways you can’t even imagine,” he smiled again, liking Elissa’s reaction.

The young woman’s eyes bulged, and she swallowed hard.

“Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack.”

“Mr. Stregovich,er, Uncle Uzzi,” she said, when he mock frowned.

“If you could find me a match like that, I wouldn’t kick him out of my bed. Seriously though, I would certainly be indebted to you. But do you think you can find someone for me? I mean, what Shifter would wantmeas a mate?”

“Oh Elissa, you make me smile, you do. And I am happy to do this thing for you. Look, I promise you I can find a mate for you. It is what I do.”

“Okay, then. I am game.”

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