The half-demon
unleashed...
On the night, Daeveena, a half-fey, half-demon walked out of
the Hellfire Club, she left a tide of destruction, but everyone figured that was
the end of it. No one imagined that she would steal something so valuable. Can Arie discover who is harboring her
before he loses everything?
a force that can
destroy Arie.
Rue and an unlikely ally must accompany Holly into the
depths of demon society in order to save Arie. Along the way Holly uncovers
more about Arie’s unscrupulous past and finds herself questioning her feelings
for him... and falling for someone else. Can
Holly excuse his past or is this the end of their eternity?
Bio:
New York Times and USA
Today bestselling author A.C. James writes paranormal romance and erotica,
including Eternal Ever After which was featured in the bestselling Spice Box
anthology. She pounds out sexy scenes at her keyboard where romance is laced
with horror in hot stories of vampires and bad boy werewolves. Her stories
feature strong heroines and alpha heroes, with plenty of action, twists, and
turns that will keep you turning pages. A.C. resides in northeast Pennsylvania
where she entertains her husband with her imaginative yarns and quirky sense of
humor. She spends her time drinking large vats of coffee while taming two
toddlers by day and writing by night. Recovering video game beta tester and
tech geek who grew-up going to cons and watching SmackDown. There's probably
some cosplay pictures around somewhere of her dressed up as Bloodberry from
Saber Marionette J. Just don't tell anyone.
Excerpt:
I was lying on top of
the bed, blindfolded—Arie was kissing me, possessive and demanding. I kissed
him back but kept my hands behind my head. Arie wanted it that way, and I loved
giving him the gift of my submission. Being blindfolded made me excruciatingly
aware of all my senses and set every nerve ending on fire. Every touch, every
taste was scintillating. His tongue tangled with mine as I moaned into his
mouth. I wanted more. Greedy? Yes. Except he’d never kissed me like this. It
almost felt like I was kissing a stranger. The thought brought me back to when
he’d cuffed me to the pole and fucked me in front of everyone. I tried to
capture his lower lip with the tip of my fang.
But Arie’s mouth dipped
to my neck, his stubble scraping against my skin. Something about the abrasive
texture always turned me on. My pussy clenched as his mouth moved to that
hollow dip in my neck while his hand slid up my inner thigh. But he stopped
when he reached my mound, and his hand moved to grip my hip instead. His
fingers dug into its curve. I shifted, squirming, needing him to touch me.
-Please.- I begged
telepathically.
It was cheating, of
course, but he always let me get away with it anyway. After saving Luna and losing
Victoria, we both needed this. And I wanted to feel him inside of me. His mouth
met mine again with a fierce tangle of tongues, teeth clashing. He bit my lower
lip, gently tugging on it. Pulling off the maneuver that I’d failed to execute.
Whenever Arie bit my
lower lip it drove me absolutely insane. He took my mouth just as his hands
claimed my body. His breath was cool on my face before he pulled away. Arie’s
hands were gripping my hips, pulling them toward his. My sex brushed the taut
denim fabric, and I moaned. I needed him now. I couldn’t take it anymore; I had
to have him inside of me right then and there. I bit my lower lip to hold back
another moan.
-If you don’t take me
soon I swear I’m going to rip this blindfold off and make you fuck me.-
He groaned. Then he
kissed me again. His kiss left me breathless and reminded me of the
intoxicating sensation that you feel the first time you kiss someone new. Then
again, I loved kissing Arie. I’d never had anyone turn me on the way that he
did. Hell, I’d never had anyone make me come before I’d met Arie. The Sight
always got in the way. I ground my sex into the stiff fabric and moaned as it
brushed against my clit. Arie would have a wet mess on those jeans, but I
didn’t care.
“God, Katarina. You
fucking kill me.”
I stiffened.
Oh. My. God.
I shoved him off of me
and scrambled toward the headboard. Off went the blindfold, and I sent it
sailing across the room. The vampire from the bar crouched on the bed. Christ,
I was kissing a stranger. And I was naked. Kissing a complete stranger while I
was completely naked. I shot off the bed, grabbed a towel from the floor, and
wrapped it around me. He looked almost as shocked as I did — almost, but not
quite. His vivid green eyes widened infinitesimally before narrowing like a
cat’s. He had brown wavy hair, but was way more rugged in appearance than Arie.
I had to admit he was definitely hot. That made me even more aware of my
current state of undress.
He got off the bed, at
least, but even with him standing about ten feet away heat spread across my
body. It wasn’t nearly far enough. Hell, no. Not when my skin still prickled
where his mouth had been. My clit throbbed, wanting the contact of denim, and
my gaze dropped to his jeans. I was mortified. If I could’ve sunk into the
bedroom floor or somehow disappeared right at that moment I would have. His
eyes swept over me from head to foot, but when his eyes met mine, realization
lit his.
“You’re not Katarina,”
he said.
It wasn’t a question.
“No, I’m not. But who
the hell are you?”
Clutching the towel
around me, I knew my face must be the color of the silk blindfold I’d thrown,
or worse. My embarrassment seemed to amuse the hell out of him. That only
infuriated the hell out of me.
He grinned. “I’m
Toren.”
