Hot for Hostage

by Maggie Evans

Either I was having one hell of a hangover, or Strawberry Shortcake herself was standing in front of me and pointing a gun at my chest.

“I’m not interested in being your friend, Sadie.” I placed my palm on the small of her back, and she gulped. Her brow furrowed with a frown. “You’re not?” My gaze dropped to her parted lips. A bit of ice cream had gotten on the lower one, and any restraint I had evaporated. “Not even a little.”

There was only one possible explanation: I’d been possessed by a horny, mafia prince-obsessed demon who wouldn’t rest until they got what they wanted. And they wanted Davian. … I wanted Davian.

“Shoot anything that moves and doesn’t have pink hair.”

“I’m sorry for the extreme measures, but you have to understand how stressful this whole situation is for me,” I panted. When the goon still didn’t move, I lowered my broom to hip height. “… Are you okay?”