A Demon's Dark Embrace (The Elite Guards, #1)

by Amelia Hutchins

The author strongly advises buying batteries or securing a willing victim to your bed while reading this book.

“A child is only silent when they are in trouble, and they only behave if bribed to do so.”

“Not quite Human, nor quite Fae, a Witch you are and something hidden,” the woman spoke, as they both tried to listen to her distant voice. “You are pure of heart and pure of soul, come inside and seek what you will.”

“I think I have more feelings for you than I should have,” he admitted. “Feelings aren’t supposed to make sense, though, right? They confuse the fuck out of me and make me twisted inside,” he whispered as he gently touched his forehead to hers. “Tell me it’s not just me who feels this connection,” he muttered. “It’s not,” she whispered as a single tear slid from her eyes. She wasn’t sure why she felt the emotional bond to him, but she did. He was like consuming a steak after a steady diet of vegetables and saltine crackers. Juicy and rare, she couldn’t get enough of him, and she was fucking starving. “I feel this pull towards you, and I’m not sure I should do this, but I can’t say no. I don’t want to say no. I want you,” she whispered brokenly, and moaned as his mouth pressed hard against hers.

he grinned and watched as her mouth curved into a beautiful smile before she giggled openly, which did things to his heart that he wasn’t sure he wanted it to.

As a librarian you know that sometimes the most beautiful covers have the dullest story hidden in their pages, while the most used or plain cover can have the most beautiful world created within its pages. Don’t they teach you to never judge a book by what others think of it, and that only someone willing to take the time to read it for themselves will know what truly is inside of it? With you, there is a beautiful cover and a marvelous story inside that is still being written.”

“Are you always a smart ass?” Ryder asked with a lifted brow at her sardonic smile. “Nope, sometimes I’m asleep,” she offered with a lazy shrug.

“Nothing worth fighting for ever comes easy. You should know that, my beautiful Demon. If it’s too easy to grasp, then one should never reach for it.”

“No, Ristan, it’s you. You’re my home. I love that you love me, and I love you. I love that you want to fill those frames with me,” she said as she fought tears and lost. “I want you to be my home. I want you to be everything to me. Be my everything, Ristan, please,” she pleaded.