Saturday, June 30, 2018

Featured Read: The Dragon’s Magical Night

Carina rapidly learns that a magical night with a dragon surpasses a white Christmas in New York.



Gage clenches his hands tight, causing the skin to stretch and turn white over the knuckles. He inhales deeply, then slowly exhales to control the need to emit his pale blue shimmering smoke.
What the fuck! That sweet floral scent is driving me insane. I don’t know who’s scent it is with so many people on the plane!
“This is Capitan Jones, we are approaching the Los Angeles International Airport runway in approximate 10 minutes. I’m asking that you remain seated until the seatbelt light is turned off. Thank you for flying Clear Blue Airlines!”
Carina turns her head to look back, raising her right eyebrow and looks at people lined up in the aisle all the way to the back of the plane.
Fuck, they don’t follow the instructions! Everyone is rushing to get off!
She turns around, sighs, and starts to tap her fingers in a rhythmic pace on the armrest. She leans into the first-class leather seat closing her beautiful hazel eyes.
A few minutes later, Carina pushes off the seat and stands in the aisle. She adjusts her shirt, raises her arms to reach the overhead. She opens the overhead compartment to grab her carryon.
Carina pulls on the bright pink carryon handle, biting her lower lip. She inhales deeply as she tugs the handle again, the bag lurches forward, propelled by gravity. She quickly releases the handle, raises her hands up to break the impact. 
“Oh hell,” cries out Carina.
She steps back, crashing into the man behind her, gasping. She moves her hands up, ready to grab the carry on, closing her eyes waiting for the painful impact.
“I got it,” says a deep voice into her ear, sending a chill through her entire body.
OMG! The freaking voice is deep and resonates throughout my entire being. What the hell! His scent is spicy, totally sexy, and heady.
Gage stands tall behind her, he swiftly extends his muscular arm around her, leaning into her as his strong hand grabs the handle, and instantly pulls it up and away from her. He sets it down on the vacant aisle seat next to her.
Slowly, Gage pulls away from her, watching her closely. He grinds his jaw to control the rampant emotions rushing through his body gathering into a throbbing ache in his groin. He hisses, closing his eyes.
What the hell! I don’t even want to know why? It can’t be! Is it possible? Fuck! It’s her sweet floral scent!
“Ohhhhhhh, uh. . . . . . thank you,” gasps Carina taking a step forward, moving away from his fiery body.
She raises her trembling hands up to tuck her long golden-brown strands behind her ears as she turns around.
Carina’s eyes widen, long curly lashes frame hazel eyes, and she licks her dry lips. She rapidly blinks as she looks up at the huge man. She stares into the man’s black eyeglasses trying to see his eyes.
She nods, a soft blush creeps up her face, and she bites the lower corner of her inner lips as she tilts forward grabbing the carryon handle keeping her eyes on his face. Her huge hazel eyes expand as she focuses on the perfect full masculine lips framed by a black goatee.
Gage rests his huge hands on the back of the first-class seats on each side, grasping the leather tight, bracing himself for the attack to his senses. His hungry eyes drink in every feature of her beautiful face as he waits for Carina to move forward. He clenches his jaw to control the urge to release his shimmering smoke with his spicy bonding scent.
Carina eyes slowly travel down his thick neck, then slowly takes in his wide shoulders shrouded in black leather jacket, and then her eyes move down taking in the tight leather pants.
“Uh. . . . . hmmm.”
Carina contemplates the bulge at his crotch, her eyes widen, inhaling deeply watching his deep purple crown peep up his waistband. She licks her lips watching the cock play peek a boo. Her mouth waters and she bites her lower lip.
OMG! He’s huge! That’s his crown! He looks tough, rugged, and so damn hot in black leather. Fuck!
Gage pale blue eyes discern her hungry look, nods slightly, inhales deeply, and clenches his jaw tight. He moves his right hand and quickly adjusts his pants hissing. He then pulls out his black shirt.
What the fuck! Her scent is driving me insane! Fuck she looks turned on!  
“Hey sweetie, we need to move it,” yells the lady down the plane glaring at them.
“Oh my! Sorry!”
Carina blush deepens, she hastily turns around and pulls the carryon. She swings it in front of her and walks down the aisle shifting her hips.
Gage's eyes remain fixed on her soft round ass as she walks off. 
What the fuck! I need to talk to her! Who is she?
Carina pulls on the carryon and runs down the walkway, past the waiting room, down the hall, and into the ladies’ bathroom. She runs into the stall at the end leaning against the cold metal door closing her eyes tight. She inhales deeply and exhales gasping for air. She releases the carryon and handbag, allowing them to fall onto the floor, raising her hands up to her face. She shakes head, inhaling deeply.
Oh my, he’s so damn hot! What in the world was I doing gawking at him, uh. . . . . almost drooling, thinking of riding that huge cock, forgetting everything. What’s wrong with me? How can I possibly think of riding his cock! I don’t know him. Oh, but that cock looks so yummy! Damn it, my mind stopped working, and my body was on fire! Fuck, in front of all those people! Hell, I was holding up the line! How fucking embarrassing!
Gage walks further down the aisle and stops to reach overhead. He grabs his carryon and walks forward to exit the plane. He takes long strides down the ramp searching for Carina.
Fuck! Where is she? 

Dance of the Heart by Lisa Kessler

Gavin Thompson is the best bodyguard in the business. When he's hired to protect a dance instructor, he has no idea Tera Muldoon is actually the Muse of Dance, or that the guy threatening her life is actually Kronos, Father of the Gods. Being near her unlocks a new power inside of him -- and a love he can't deny.



Nate frowned. “Are you sure you’re all right?”

“I’m fine.” Gavin rolled his tight shoulders back. “I better check on Tera.”

Nate didn’t look convinced, but he took out his cell anyway and called for a tow while his partner secured evidence in the parking lot. Gavin returned to find Tera sitting on the pavement with her knees pulled into her chest. She lifted her head when he came around the car, and in one fluid movement, she was on her feet and in his arms.

He held her tightly, closing his eyes and breathing her in. They were alive. She was safe. That was all that fucking mattered.

“Nate’s calling a tow for your car,” he told her.

She trembled against him. “I want to go home.” She looked up into his eyes and whispered, “This is all my fault.”

“No, it’s not. I never should have agreed to come out here in the open. I know better.” He brought a hand up to cup her cheek. Her skin was even softer than he had imagined. “Until that asshole started shooting, this was the best night I’ve had in years. And that’s because of you, Tera. The rest of this mess is on that misguided psycho.”

For a second, it looked as if she was about to say something, but instead, she tipped her head and brushed her lips against his. Every synapse in his brain fired at once, like he’d been lost in the desert and had finally found water. One hand slid up into her hair as he tightened his hold on her, deepening the kiss. She moaned, the vibration rolling through him, sending blood rushing to his groin. He couldn’t get enough of her. 

Suddenly, Nate cleared his throat. Gavin stumbled back and blinked, struggling to clear his head. Damn. Never in his life had a woman intoxicated him like Tera did. Maybe it was just the rush of realizing they were still alive, but whatever it was, he was already aching for more.

Nate wiped his forehead, avoiding eye contact. “I called a black and white to take you back to Tera’s place.” He lifted his gaze to Gavin’s face. “Maybe you’re too close on this one. If the security systems are all upgraded, someone on your team can take over.”

Fuck no. Gavin’s shoulders tensed with the realization that he didn’t trust anyone else to keep her safe.

It was a sure sign that Nate was right. Gavin cared about Tera, and the job was getting personal. But the thought of not being with her, not keeping her safe, tied his gut in knots. 

He shook his head. “I’m good. I’ve got this.”

Nate nodded, looking less than convinced. He walked past him and over to Tera. “Are you all right?”

“Scared, but I’m okay.” She glanced at Gavin and then back to Nate. “Can I talk to you for a second? Alone?”

Nate nodded, and as they walked away, Gavin went around the back of the car, cursing himself for crossing that line with his client. He stared up at the stars, replaying the moment. He would’ve sworn she had kissed him, not the other way around. He looked back over his shoulder to where she and Nate were talking. Was she asking him for another bodyguard?

He ground his teeth and faced forward. Why wouldn’t she? Kissing her was bush-league, unprofessional bullshit. Being with her seemed so natural; it was too easy to forget she was also his client. 

But it had been her idea to shoot hoops. Had he misread everything?

He ran a hand through his hair. If she fired him, it was probably for the best anyway. He needed to get in and see the shrink. Human beings didn’t move as fast as he seemed to believe he could, not to mention his danger-sensing birthmark. He lifted his shirt. In the yellow light of the parking lot, he couldn’t tell if it was still red, but it didn’t sting anymore. The danger was gone.

I am losing my goddamn shit. He rubbed his hand down his face as Nate and Tera came back over to him. Gavin straightened up, steeling himself for being let go.

Nate clasped his shoulder. “See you at Callie’s tomorrow morning.” He glanced at Tera and back to Gavin. “Tera’s got plenty to explain tonight. And no matter how nuts it seems, trust me—” his gaze locked on Gavin’s “—it’s all true.”

Saving Jace by Rebecca Rivard

A black panther with a scarred heart. A gutsy waitress trying to hang onto her dreams. And the Darktime isn't over...



Jace set a hand on the small of Evie’s back and steered her down the hall. The moment they were in the bedroom, he backed her up against the door, framed her face with his hands and kissed her, hard and deep.

Evie’s head swam. She gripped his waist and hung on as her heart pounded in her ears. He moved his mouth to her neck and nipped the beating pulse, sending a jolt clear to her womb.

“Goddess, I want you.” A harsh growl against her skin.

She drew a serrated breath. “Me too.”

“Show me.”

He didn’t need to ask twice. She slid her fingers into his hair and dragged his mouth down to hers. Kissing him with all the hunger in her heart. Sucking his tongue into her mouth. Nipping his lips. Sliding a hand down his back to squeeze one of his firm buttocks.

His breath sped up. His hips moved, pressing into her belly. She could feel his cock, thick and ready.

He removed her arms from his neck and pressed them against the door, her hands on either side of her head. “You’re mine, Evie.” His eyes seared into hers, dark gold touched with the green of his cat.

She wet her lips. “You said we don’t mix.” But a part of her cried, yes.

“I’m an ass. Now say it.” He nipped her jaw, and pleasure jolted straight to her clit. “I want the words. Just for tonight.”

“Or else what?” Her jaw jutted. Because that had hurt, what he’d said about the two of them not mixing. She might have her own doubts, but not because he was a fada.

But you agreed, a little voice reminded her.

He lifted a single black brow. “Are you teasing a cat?”

She moistened her lips, but she was damned if she’d back down. “Yes.”

“Oh, baby,” he crooned in a dark voice that made her inner thighs clench. “Then you better be ready to play.” He captured her wrists in one hand and held them above her head, while with his other hand he undid her shorts. “Or else what?” he repeated. “Maybe I’ll keep you against the door until you beg to come.”

She slid him a look from under her lids. “Maybe I’d like that.”

He chuckled and skimmed his fingers under the waistband of her panties. She was wearing her only sexy underwear—black satin with a touch of lace and a bra to match.

His heated gaze took in the black lace against her cream-colored skin. “Did you wear these for me?” When she nodded, he murmured, “Good girl. Now say it, Evie.”

But as soon as she opened her mouth, he covered it with his as if afraid to let her speak. Her heart lurched as she realized he didn’t expect her to say it. He kissed her as if he were aching as much as she was, his tongue curling over hers, taking her deeper by slow degrees. Meanwhile, his fingers slid deeper into her panties, teasing her sensitized flesh until she was breathless and aching.

She wanted to touch him. Her hands jerked in his grip but he wouldn’t let her go. He kept them pressed to the door above her head and continued kissing her until she was dazed, her legs like limp noodles.

He lifted his head, his expression hard and a little wild, and she knew his cat was inside, looking out. He squeezed her bottom. “You’re a bad girl to wear these tight little shorts. All day, I kept looking at your ass and picturing what I was going to do to you when we were alone. I swear my cock was hard the whole fucking day. And this shirt…” Long, work-roughened fingers stroked her belly. “The way you keep flashing me. It’s enough to drive a man insane.”

She laughed up at him, but God, he was making her hot. “I wasn’t flashing you. All you could see was my stomach.”

“You think that isn’t bad?” He released her wrists and jerked up her T-shirt to expose her breasts. “I wanted to taste you, lick you, and then move up your stomach to your hot tits.” He pinched her nipples through the black satin…and then his mouth was on her and he was sucking the points to hardness.

She cupped his head, holding him close. His mouth was warm and wet. Each hot suck shot straight to her womb.

She moaned, and he gave a sexy rumble in response. From her breasts, he moved his way lower, trailing a searing line of kisses down her abdomen until he reached her mound.

“Mine,” he growled against her panties. He pursed his lips and blew a hot stream of air into the satin right above her clit. “Say it.”

She whimpered and pressed her palms against the door, her body straining to him. “God, yes. Please.”

He stilled. Slowly his eyes turned up to hers, so that she felt like prey. Sexy, not-even-going-to-try-to-run prey. Then his lips curved in a wicked smile.

“But I’m still going to tease you…because we both like it.”

Sunday, June 24, 2018

Wolf Pack Newsletter 6/27/18

Do you have what it takes to be a Real Werewife? In this episode--Can this wild cat convince the romance author that happily ever after doesn't only happen in her books? 


Dela Stonebridge has already lost her brother to The Choosing, and now it is her turn. The grueling journey across the mountains is always dangerous,, but when magic and madness descends, she discovers herself exiled with the leaders of the three other races—the Elvish, Moerians and Norcs.



A black panther with a scarred heart. A gutsy waitress trying to hang onto her dreams. And the Darktime isn't over...


After a narrow escape, Priya runs into the kind of man she shouldn't want...a man with silver eyes, as if the very moon has been trapped inside his gaze. But his help won't be enough when Nicholas finds her...

Friday, June 22, 2018

Taming the Beast by Sedona Venez

She refuses to love. He’ll stop at nothing to have her. Together, can they fulfill their deepest desires?



I was stark naked—again. With huge ebony breasts swaying, ass jiggling, and designer stiletto-encased feet slapping against the dewy grass, I sauntered over to the center of the clearing.

Perching myself on top of the smooth boulder—or what I now lovingly called my rock of shame—I surveyed my recurring fixation.

My heart seemed to freeze and then pound. “Damn. You’re such a beautiful kitty,” I whispered.

Water cascaded off the tiger’s magnificent reddish-rusty coat with narrow dark-brown stripes as he prowled out of the river toward me with rippling muscles. Its chest, throat, muzzle, and the insides of its limbs were creamy with a milky-colored area above the eyes that spread onto his cheeks.

When I extended my hand, he tilted his large head down, rubbing against it with a chuff-chuff sound.

“Hello, my big kitty. I’m happy to see you again, too,” I answered his greeting. My digits trailed up to the white spot present on the back of its ear.

He nudged my hand away before circling me, his fur caressing my bare legs while I admired the prominent ruff on his head and long tail ringed with noticeable dark bands.

Warmth radiated throughout my body as his fur deliciously tickled me.

“Every dream, you bring me here to watch you swim, and I still don’t know why.”

My mouth fell open when a deer pranced up to the river and drank from it, completely oblivious to the tiger’s presence.

The tiger stilled, waited, and then pounced. The deer didn’t even have a chance to run away before the tiger’s big-as-saucers paws latched on to its hindquarters, bringing down the deer. The tiger gripped its neck, delivering a crushing bite to its prey. The deer stopped thrashing.

My fingers touched my parted lips before I closed them. “Holy shit.”

This was a new addition to my nightly dreams. He’d never killed game before.

Wasting no time, the tiger dragged its dinner toward me, laying the carcass at my feet like an offering.

I gave him a weak half smile, trying desperately not to hurl at the sight of the dead deer. “Thank you, kitty, but it’s a little . . . rare for me.”

He flicked his tail, making a chuff-chuff sound, before his limbs quivered, shifted, and morphed into a very naked tall, muscular human.

“Elijah?” I stammered.

This couldn’t be right. Animals didn’t transform into humans, especially not into a man I was crushing on hard in real life.

“Yes, my Hope,” he uttered in a dark, masculine voice.

Moon Promise by Carmen Fox

Kensi dreams of being an alpha werewolf. Her problem? She can’t shift. To make allies that will one day support her claim, she helps the Wild Pack search for a missing woman. Drake, the pack’s protector, proves to be one heck of a distraction, but when Kensi discovers a body, his story unravels.



Drake dragged me to my feet, kissing, caressing, and crowded me across the living room, through the hall, and into a bedroom. He closed the door with a swift kick.

Who would sneak up on us out here in the woods? Yet his need for privacy was a turn-on. He didn’t want to share me with anyone, and to hell with reason.

“You can still stop this.” I twisted out of his grasp and led him by the hand toward the bed.

The room was caught in a time loop. A teenager’s poster of a rebellious rocker vied for attention with a grown-up’s shelf of history books. A wooden box stood on his nightstand, its subtle earthy scent revealed it had been hand-carved recently. A sign, maybe, that Drake was good with his hands?

“I know this isn’t the most romantic of settings.” He swiped a couple of shirts and a book off his bed.

I pushed him onto the mattress and straddled him. “I strike you as the romantic type?”

“Romance comes in many flavors, princess.”

“Don’t call me princess.” I bent over and pushed a kiss onto his mouth. Hot. Fierce. Demanding.

Even though it was my kiss, the feel of his lips and the softness of his tongue obliterated my sass. For one brief moment in time and space, I gave myself to his touch.

But even this small concession irked. From somewhere, I gathered the strength to extricate myself. He was wily, all right, with his panty-melting eyes and his oh-so-agile tongue, but I wasn’t going to submit to him that easily. Or at all.

I cocked my head and winked. “How did you like that flavor?”

“Delicious. Let me get another taste.”

He pushed my buttoned-up jacket over my head and used my trapped arms to ease me back toward to him. The peppermint freshness that typically clung to him faded under his male scent—light, yet alive with vigor and intensity.

Could he smell me, too? Smell that I was ready for him?

Even though his lips remained soft, he was calling the shots. He switched between taking and giving, between bastard and gentleman. I’d been kissed more times than I’d care to remember, but not like this. Never like this.

He stroked my back, teased my spine, and with a swift flick, unclasped my bra.

Too much skill was in that motion. Too much practice. How many women had benefited from his dexterity before me? How many would once I was gone?

He nudged me, and I sat up. His gaze held a predatory glint, and my bare breasts had become his prey. Even though I craved his touch, I stayed back. Would he hold them like a teenager, uncertain of their purpose? Or attack them with a starving mouth, hurrying me toward my climax with eager flicks of his tongue?

He reached out, hesitated, and cupped my breasts like two prized trophies.

I flattened my breath. Waited. My wide-open heart beating down the seconds.

Monday, June 11, 2018

Featured Read: Moon Promise by Carmen Fox

Amazon US


All her life, Kensi has dreamed of being an alpha werewolf. The trouble is, she can’t shift. And she’s tried everything: meditation, mind-expanding drugs, even squeezing real hard. Despite her lack of success, she’s not giving up. Her plan B? Offering her talents as a private eye to the Wild Pack. If she can locate their missing werewolf, they're bound to support her claim to lead.

Dominant, stubborn and searing hot Drake is assigned to be her guide, and he’s just too damn good at his job. His hard chest bumps into her as he stalks her every move, while his mercury eyes watch her all the time, tearing down her defenses bit by bit. Maybe she got it wrong and being an alpha isn't the only thing she wants...

Featured Read: The Hidden Court

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Skylar's only dream since childhood has been to become a sentinel, a supernatural agent trained to fight paranormal threats. Unfortunately, it's a role assigned to non-fae only, and she's doomed to a life of babysitting privileged mortals.

When her first year at the PNRU begins, it doesn't take long to discover the magic school has serious issues. Between the rogue vampire attacks in Chicago and a rising student body count, she is convinced something sinister is at large. Too bad the indifferent university staff disagrees.

Befriended by a shifter who is as frustrating as he is attractive, Skylar soon finds herself trapped in the middle of a centuries-old feud and forced to take matters into her own hands... before her first year away from home becomes her last.

The ideal read for fans of strong heroines, Vampire Academy, and Kim Harrison's Hollow series!

Friday, June 8, 2018

Bite Me by Aidy Award

She’s stolen a soul… and his heart.

Ky Puru is the best chance anyone has to get the soul of the Golden Dragon Wyvern back. Nothing will stand in his way - not demons, not witches, not even the king of hell himself. There’s only one problem. Jada, the thief, is a succubus...and his true mate.


Jada paced back and forth in the little room, biting her nails and glancing at the decorative clock hanging over the small desk in the corner.
Tomorrow morning would mark the longest she’d ever made it, one week without blood or sex.
It was also the day she was scheduled for her first busy morning shift serving coffee and donuts at the café below her apartment.
She had never been more terrified in her entire life. Not when the demon dragons had attacked her. Not when she was very little and her mother had died. Not even when Leon – King Leonard, Ruler of the Incubus – had shown up mourning her mother and taken her away to initiate her into the coven.
The woman, or rather, witch, who owned Nine Holes Donuts had mistaken Jada for her newly hired help. Jada wondered if the mysterious man and the woman in white had done that. Until someone else showed up, she would take the job and the apartment that went with it, and keep her mouth shut.
And her teeth to herself.
But the cravings were getting worse by the day.
Chocolate covered, Bavarian cream-filled bismarks helped. So far.
She also hadn’t been face to face with temptation. Whatever kind of witch Ninsy was, she was only part human. The other unknown part of her smelled strange. Like a beautiful, but poisonous hemlock flower.
All Jada knew was Ninsy wasn’t edible. She was super nice, so it was a relief that Jada didn’t want to suck her blood. It made her training and the slow early afternoon shifts she’d started with a hell of a lot easier to handle.
Ninsy had asked Jada to join her for tea every afternoon around one, after the not so busy lunch rush. They had tea and scones together, and then Jada practiced on the cash register, and served the very small trickle of customers under Ninsy’s watchful eye.
One customer, or a cute little family in for an afternoon treat, she could resist.
The hot delivery guy was another story. A juicy, sexy, do me in the back of the walk-in cooler while I suck you dry story.
Ack. There she went daydreaming again. Bad succubus. Bad, bad, succubus.
This whole going cold turkey blood and abstinence thing sucked. Not in the fun way.
She had to keep her mind off humans and all their scrumptious arteries and veins and arteries…and veins.
Jada flipped through the recipe cards Ninsy had given her to study and grabbed a blueberry sour cream donut hole, popping it into her mouth. The burst of fruit and sugar exploded in her mouth. These baked goods, combined with anything to distract her brain from the incessant neediness, were the only way she’d made it through the last few days.
If she could work in the back, making the donuts instead of serving them, she’d have a better chance at not eating anyone, or not getting arrested for having sex in public. But Ninsy was protective about the food preparation.
She ate another donut hole. A few leaves of fresh basil in the mix would give these tasty guys a hint of herbal goodness. Not that she wanted to tell Ninsy how to run her business. At least she had a business. A legitimate one.
No other paranormal being Jada had come across wanted to work for a living. Well, she was going to. Didn’t matter that she was forced to at this point. There was a sense of relief in knowing that if she put in the time and effort, she could make a life for herself like Ninsy had.
At least she hoped she could.
Jada studied the recipe cards and menu offerings, even though she was on a first name basis with every sugary carby breakfast item Nine Holes offered, until she was too exhausted to think about anything other than going to bed.
Leon hated the day, as all demons did, and used the night to his advantage. He thought the whole emo wanna-be vampire counter-culture was hilarious, and a it was great place to find willing-ish victims. She and the rest of the coven kept whatever hours he did even though she and Portia and the other demi-demons could go into the sunlight just fine thanks to the human part of themselves.
She never had though. Before this week, she’d never seen the sun so many times in her life. She might be half creature of the night, but no one had ever told her how beautiful a sunrise was.
However, having to adjust her schedule and get up at noon, had felt like gross o’clock. Tomorrow she had to be at work at six in the morning. That used to be her normal bedtime.
Her head bobbed and the crash of trash cans in the alley behind the building jerked her from drifting into sleep. Time for bed.
She had just enough time to get in a good nap before she had to be downstairs to start the coffee pots. All she’d need then was some caffeine and adrenaline to get her through the morning.
Boy, was she wrong.
The next morning was hell on earth.
“Hey, lady. You gonna get us those crullers, or what?”
Yeah, just as soon as she finished shoving frosting up her nose, because gah, the guy at the counter smelled delicious. In a I-vant-to-suck-your-blood way.
“Be right there.”
This was the third time she’d refilled their order because every time she got a whiff of eau de sexy golfer boy she force-fed herself half their order to keep from doing something worse.
She’d already gained five pounds this week. What was five more?
The second she turned around with the bag of donuts, minus one, the scent of cinnamon, nutmeg, and O positive hit her in the teeth. “Miss, do you have pumpkin spice creamer?”
Jada bet the woman would taste exactly like pumpkin pie. “Not for a few more months. It’s only Spring. Sorry.”
She bit the inside of her lip to keep her mouth shut and her fangs hidden.
She handed the order over and the next man in line practically assaulted her and her senses. “You’re not out of chocolate raised glazed, are you? That’s my lucky donut. I have to have at least two or my handicap will go through the roof.”
Early morning golfers were more superstitious and demanding than a thousand-year-old incubus. Sheesh.
“Are you Eric?” The oh, so edible Eric? “Ninsy had me save you a couple. I’ll run and grab them.”
Run right out the back door and into oncoming traffic. Because a traumatic brain injury might be the only way to get her mind off sucking every single person in the café drier than a day-old donut.
Except it would take her body only a few hours to heal any broken bones, so a crushed skull and some squished brains would only save her from one day of mouthwatering, soul-sucking torture.
Plus, she’d probably lose her job.
She’d been a fool to think she could be around humans without wanting to turn the café into a blood bath or an orgy. Stupid.
Her stomach growled. “Shut-up, you.”
Ninsy laughed and shoved a mug of herbal tea into Jada’s hands. “Oh hey, Miss cranky-pants. Not a rise and shine gal, huh?”
Ninsy had more burns on her arms this morning. She really should wear gloves or something around the oven and fryers.
“Sorry, I wasn’t yelling at you. I’m working on the whole morning person thing.”
“Sip on that. It’ll get you through.” Ninsy tipped her chin toward the cup, but before Jada could say thanks, the timer on the oven went off and the bell at the cash register dinged.
She took a quick scalding sip of the hot beverage and grabbed Eric the Edible’s good luck donuts.
A line four deep waited at the counter and she raced to fulfill all the orders. Being ultra busy kept her blood-lust at bay. Or maybe it was that tea.
Either way, she made it through the shift without snacking on anything with a heartbeat. She did owe the till her day’s wages, plus tomorrow’s and most of next week’s for all the donuts she’d eaten.
Worth it.
The only thing left was the plate of strawberry rhubarb Danishes that no one seemed to want.
The café was empty for the moment. Ninsy had said she needed more rhubarb and decided to try the fresh basil in the blueberry donut recipe. She popped over to the market down the street to get her fresh produce.
Jada got busy bussing the tables, refilling the coffee bar condiments, and congratulating herself on controlling her emotions and hunger.
She’d learned one important thing. Leonard had lied. He’d always made her think she’d die if she didn’t get regular, almost daily, servings of blood and sex.
The half human part of her was perfectly happy to be on a see-food diet. It was the crybaby emotional demon part of her, that needed a good spanking and to be put to bed.
Ooh. Spanking. Mmm-hmm.
Ack. No. Naughty libido.
She thought the sugar and chocolate overdose was working to suppress that base urge too. Apparently not.
What she needed was a better plan than eating her way into oblivion, and size a hundred and seventeen jeans, to get over her need for blood and sex.
Too bad there was no such thing as Vampires Anonymous. She could sure use a sponsor and a twelve-step program.
Maybe she’d invent the steps for herself. Step one, admit you have a problem.
Got it.
She stood facing the display case filled with the remaining day’s offerings. They were as good of witnesses as she could ask for. She raised her right hand. Was that what she was supposed to do? It felt appropriate, so she went with it.
“Hello, my name is Jada and I’m a succubus.”
“Hello, Jada.”
Jada’s mouth and throat went dryer than the day-olds.
Donuts didn’t talk, so that meant someone else, someone with a deep sexy I’m-going-to-fuck-you-till-you-scream-my-name voice had heard what she’d said.
The glass of the display case only reflected the bottom half of whoever stood behind her. What a bottom half it was.
Walk away, she told herself. Go straight into the back and turn on every noisy piece of equipment and pretend this guy didn’t exist.
He’d go away.
Or not, and then he’d leave a bad review on Yelp, telling people a crazy lady had ignored him.
Jada slowly turned while also shrinking down into herself. What in the world was she going to say? She was rehearsing for a play. Oh, hell, could she get any more cliché?
She’d simply offer him a donut and ignore the whole I’m a succubus thing. He was here for a donut anyway. This was a donut shop.
The sooner she got him his food, the sooner he’d be on his way and she could, silently, work on coming up with her other eleven steps.
“Hi. Welcome to Nine Holes, would you like a coffee with your donut today?”
Holy Swiss meringue buttercream. He was even more good looking from the waist up.
Dark skin, tribal tattoos on his arms, and blue eyes that reminded her of the waterfalls coming down into a lagoon at the edge of the ocean. Those eyes went wide, and he stepped back, like she’d shoved him. The bone carving on a cord he wore around his neck glowed with a brilliant blue light.
She’d seen that light before.
The skin over her breastbone tingled and she rubbed at it through her shirt. Oh. The necklace the woman in white had given her moved under her fingers.
Try as she might, she hadn’t been able to remove the necklace all week. She took a quick peek down her shirt and the charm that hung at the end of the chain was glowing too.
The customer narrowed his eyes at her and stepped directly into her personal space bubble.
“No, I want the soul shard you took from Cage Gylden.”
The closer he got, the more she wanted to rub herself all over him like a cat looking for some snuggles. She glanced outside. Yep. Still light out, so he wasn’t an incubus turning his allure on her. Which was the only thing she could compare this feeling running through her whole body to. She’d better get away from him, whatever he was. “Uh, I don’t think we have that flavor, but I can check in back.”
“Good try. You’re not going anywhere.”
He grabbed her arm and they both looked at where his skin met hers. A zap of dynamite more fulfilling than any sex energy she’d ever had overwhelmed her. All the bloodlust and need from the morning dissolved and the empty place inside of her didn’t feel so hollow anymore.
Scales rippled across his arms and neck, and the head of a dragon tattoo stretched up from under the collar of his shirt, literally moving across his neck.
What was this guy? Not incubus, not demon, not human.
The looked at each other and at the same time said, “What are you?”
A smile that made Jada go weak in the knees spread across the mystery man’s face. His eyes twinkled, and he placed one hand on her back and wrapped the other around her waist, pulling her to him. Each place he touched her tingled, intensifying the buzz of the necklace between her breasts.
This must be what the hypnotic allure she used on her victims felt like. Who cared if he was going to eat her? It was going to be awesome.
Adrenaline pumped through her like a syringe pushed it in. Her heart raced, and her lungs worked overtime. But, not from fear. Oh no. This was pure unadulterated, unfiltered, unimaginable lust. Different than the bloodlust she fought against. That had an angry, dark, empty force. The stranger’s touch filled her straight up to the top with excitement and butterflies and all the feels.
It all felt so damn good. She wanted him to kiss her. Stupid. Crazy. Why would he do that? One point seven seconds ago he’d been accusing her of theft.
He brushed his lips across her mouth, pushing his bottom one against hers, asking her to open for him. The only men she’d ever kissed were under the spell of the allure. She was still so surprised by his move to kiss her she didn’t respond, until he nipped at that lip.
Oh, yeah. She parted her lips and inhaled his flavor. His tongue played with hers, testing and tasting her as she did him. He was sour candy and the sea. She couldn’t get enough of him.
She pushed her hands into his hair and returned his fervor as good as he gave. Geez, he was a good kisser.
His lips were everywhere she wanted them to be and his tongue was doing things she didn’t even know she liked.
She was probably a slobbering mess, and he could be running the most popular kissing booth in the universe.
He broke the kiss way before she was ready. She could go on kissing him for days, and not need food, water, or air.
“Ahhhhhemmmmm. Sorry to interrupt.” Someone stood just inside the doorway to the café.
Eek. She hadn’t even noticed the bell over the door ring, much less another being in the room. Jada was staring up at her kisser and only caught the person out of the corner of her eye. How long had the voyeur been there?
Her guy flicked his gaze back and forth between her eyes and lips, but then stepped back, turning to be by her side.
Jada blinked a few times trying to get her brain out of the gutter and back into her head.
“I see you’re not hurting for sustenance then.” Her sister walked up to the counter. She was looking very cool in her dark glasses, black leather jacket and messy bun.
“Portia? What are you doing here?” Leon had sent her sister away, a mini-banishment. Plus, he didn’t allow anyone from the coven out into town during the day. Jada had been gone a week without so much as even a sighting of any of her brothers or sisters.
She planned to try to get in touch with Portia someday, but not yet. She wasn’t ready.
Portia looked around the café and ran a finger over the top of a table, sauntering closer, as if she didn’t care about this conversation in the least. It was a skill Jada coveted.
“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your snack?”
The guy placed his hand on the small of her back, all possessive like. “No, she isn’t.”
The kissy face with Mr. Sexy-pants was great, and there was more going on with him that she’d figure out later. But she didn’t belong to anyone anymore, so he could take his possessiveness and put it up his butt.
He was right though. Even if she didn’t know his name, and she’d find it out as soon as she found out why Portia was here, she still wouldn’t introduce him to another succubus.
He was hers.
Jada shuffled to the side and out of his grasp. He growled, quietly enough that only she heard.
Portia glanced between the two of them and quirked her head to the side. “I’ve come to take you back.”
For the first time, probably ever, she felt a little bit proud of herself. A tiny modicum of the hatred for who and what she was had faded, if only for a few minutes.
Going back to live with Leonard, letting him dictate her life, would only push her further into the darkness.
“Back? To Leon, the coven. I… I don’t need them anymore.”
That might be a lie right now, but she was doing everything she could to make it into truth. This week had been hard. Today especially had tested every resolve she had to give up sex and blood.
“Don’t do this, Jada. No one survives without a coven. My month away taught me that. At least I had Geshtianna’s coven to take refuge in when I got to the continent. You’ve got nothing.”
“I have everything I need. I’m not going back. I can’t live like that anymore.” Jada reaffirmed what she’d said with a shake of her head.
Neither of them had to pretend Portia didn’t know what Jada meant.
“You still can’t change what you are. Why do you continue to make it so hard on yourself?”
Portia’s words echoed Leon’s. She was the closest thing Jada had to a real sister, but even Portia fell in line with Leon’s way of thinking.
“You’re the only one I regret leaving, but I’m not going back. I must do this. I want to know what it’s like to be human too, not just a succubus.”
The stranger grumbled something under his breath that definitely included some swearing.
That was not how she’d intended on telling him she was a demon. Crap.
“I was hoping you’d listen to reason, but since you won’t, maybe you’ll hear this.” Portia looked the guy up and down before she continued. She must have decided he was okay. “The demon dragons are coming for you tonight. Leon won’t let any of us do anything about it as long as you’re in your rebellious phase.”
The guy stepped up. “Tell me now why demon dragons would be after this woman.”