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An attack with mysterious dark magic turns young witch Lily Murray into the very being she’s been fighting all her life--a demon. While struggling with her new dark instincts--and desperately trying not to kill her loved ones--she unwittingly earns the protection of a male of her demon species. He’s more than happy to help her out and show her the ropes. He’s also decidedly too gorgeous to handle.
Alek Kuznetsov has finally found the perfect mate: beautiful, smart, funny, and of course a pranagraha demon like him. The only problem: She wants to become a witch again, and if she does, they can’t mate. Solution: While he offers her help in finding the reversion spell, he in fact sets out to convince her that staying on the dark side has more perks than just cookies.
Warning: Includes a kick-ass heroine who loves to snark and curse, a demon hero who is as stubbornly determined to win his female as he is heart-stoppingly hot, and lots of laugh-out-loud moments and sexy action. Proceed with caution and a cold drink at hand.
***This book was previously published as Blood, Breath, and Desire.***
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First published June 6, 2016
P.S.: Grant, this is what you get when you speak bad about romance novels. You dared me. I delivered.
“He likes to hump people’s legs.”
“Charming.”
He sighed. “Yeah, well, he’s fixed, but he still thinks he’s got the right equipment. Although he never seems to remember how to go through with it. He starts humping and then just stops with a confused look on his face…”
“I’m perfect mate material,” he said, going on to list his assets, ticking them off on his fingers. “I’m smart, healthy, strong, I can provide for you, protect you, I can cook, I clean up after myself, I’ll always take care of your pleasure, and I make cute babies.”
“See,” Rhun said to Juneau from his spot beside Merle, “this is what happens when you hold in your farts. All that gassy air bubbles up and fills your head, and then when you open your mouth to speak, instead of sensible words, all you utter are verbal farts.” He made little bubbling sounds and wiggled his fingers in front of his mouth. “So, please, next time you feel like saying something, do us all the favor and just fart. Let it rip. It’ll still be more palatable than your usual oral flatulence.”
He was about to lunge at the other demon when Lily executed a series of martial arts moves that were beautiful in their efficiency—and sent the other pranagraha face-first onto the ground in a few seconds, with Lily on his back holding his left arm in a vicious hammerlock.
Alek grinned, deep satisfaction and grim pride at his female’s fighting skills filling his chest. Yeah, their demon attacker made the fatal mistake of underestimating Lily’s ability to defend herself, even without her witch magic. Served him right that he should eat dust for that alone.