Stripes Don't Lie

Everyone in this cursed little town thinks I’m the problem.
Sure, I’m a shadow witch.
Yes, my magic sometimes moves without asking.
And okay, fine—things have been exploding lately.
But I swear on my black lace panties, I’m not the one summoning evil doppelgängers in the snowstorm.
Enter Officer Growly.
Six-foot-four of tiger-shifter muscle, military brood, and tactical scowls.
They send him to watch me. Guard me. Possibly kill me.
But instead of turning me in, he turns me on.
And when a creature wearing my face tries to ruin my life?
He bares his claws.
Stands between me and a mob with torches.
And drags me into a safehouse where he definitely, absolutely should not be letting me ride him like a broomstick.
Oops.
I told myself not to fall for the tiger.
Then he bit me.