cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-259-3
Genre(s): Dark Fantasy
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures, Dark Desire
Series: Bad Angels
Length: Novella
ISBN: 978-1-60521-259-3
Genre(s): Dark Fantasy
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures, Dark Desire
Series: Bad Angels
Length: Novella
Blurb:
Following an auto accident, Rex Clark lays near death in the rocky wilderness of the Trinity Alps. Just when it appears that things can't get worse, she shows up. Anahita... the succubus. She's been his frequent companion, and the bane of his lover Rion's existence, for well over a century. But it seems that this time she's come to help.
From the frozen villages of the Inuit to the cities of America, Dr. Noemi Gastineau has seen it all. When a fallen angel shows up at the reservation clinic with an injured Sidhe, Noemi takes everything in stride. Yet within hours, she's swept into an enchanted world she never imagined existed. So why are the men so temptingly familiar? And why is she suddenly so afraid?
A fallen angel, a Sidhe, a human and a succubus. Never mind the demons, these four are about to catch fire! The question is... who will survive the burn?
Excerpt:
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"Fancy meeting you here."
Rex Clark lay as comfortably as possible, given that he lay on a rocky embankment, one leg twisted into an improbable position. He sighed, feeling his unwelcome arousal growing in spite of the unremitting pain that lanced his body. He was like a Pavlovian dog that way; a touch of red made him think of her, and thoughts of her drained the blood from one head, relocating it to the other.
"But really, I'm not in the mood right now." His unruly cock denied his words, growing thick and heavy inside his torn jeans. He gasped at the sensation of her touch as it trailed over his groin.
Over the decades, more than a century now, she'd become a familiar presence. She'd initially taken her pleasure from both him and his angelic lover, Orion Hunter, but eventually she'd weaned herself away from the angel. Perhaps she sensed his unwillingness to contribute to her cause. Rion Hunter was normally an even-tempered man. He was as kind and angelic as his origins would suggest.
However, he didn't like the succubus. And she didn't like him.
On the other hand, she clearly found Rex willing and quite tasty. In the beginning, she'd been voracious, nearly draining them both on the occasions she managed to track down the Sidhe and his lover. In time the succubus had learned to temper her appetite. While Rex was more than able to survive even her most powerful attacks, she'd frequently left him crippled and weak. Now feeding her was like donating blood. He felt a bit tired for an hour or so afterwards, but Rex's unlimited energy quickly restored him, leaving him good as new.
It wasn't bad, except for the fact that Rion went quietly hysterical every time she managed to track them to a new country, a new city. In Rex's opinion, they should be chasing her rather than fleeing. Other than giving him a series of blissful, draining orgasms, she really didn't do any harm. He'd never seen any evidence that she was in league with other more dangerous demons. From the beginning, she'd been a lost soul in dire need of their help.
Plus she gave really good head.
So as the red haze began to form over his body, concentrating at his groin, Rex wasn't really frightened. He did wish that she'd wait for a more opportune moment, perhaps after he'd healed from the numerous fractures and internal injuries that currently afflicted him.
"Tell me, lassie, can you hear me?"
He'd lapsed back into the old Highland Scots accent, too tired to pretend to be anything other than what he was. The charms that were tattooed onto his skin hid his extra, less human, features from mortal sight, but he no longer had the magical energy to hide his natural glamour. Even with the wings and tail hidden, most humans would notice the coloring and sheer charisma that marked him as "other." The magic required skill and constant energy to maintain. So Rex lay, praying that he would remain hidden from human eyes until he recovered enough to make his way to the road, or until Rion came for him.
Both prospects seemed unlikely at the moment. Especially if she decided it was time for a snack. In that case, Rex might end up taking a dirt nap on a permanent basis. Immortal didn't mean indestructible, just harder to kill, and he didn't think he could survive the loss of his remaining energy.
"I hear you, Fae."
He blinked in surprise. She'd been chasing and feeding off him for over a century, but she'd never before communicated. He had to be hallucinating.
"Dreaming."
Oh. That. He was unconscious. "I'm not Fae, lassie. I'm Sidhe."
There was a slight pause as she processed that information. "Same difference."
He snorted with laughter, and then gasped against the pain. He didn't think the Fae he was acquainted with would agree. Uppity creatures.
"Your energy is poor."
Did he detect a trace of concern in that monotone voice? "I do believe I'm dying, lass."
She said nothing, but he felt something ripple through the red haze of her presence. Early on, she'd very nearly manifested a solid form when she'd visited them. Now she was merely a haze floating over his body. His poor, broken body.
"You are immortal."
"True, but I can be killed."
"You are injured?"
"Badly, lass." He tried to shift, to find a more comfortable position. "I'm out of fuel. There's nothing left to keep me healing. So if you don't mind... no sex today."
"I didn't come to feed. I felt... you."
He felt a sensation... soft and shivery. It was almost as if she touched his skin, his face.
"I didn't know you could be killed."
"Or you'd have done it earlier, eh?"
"No."
He sensed her feelings. Anger. Confusion. Guilt.
"Perhaps if you could tell Hunter..."
"I can't. He's not asleep."
Now how would she know that? She hadn't visited the angel in decades. In fact, the succubus had been the main source of contention between the men. Rion was afraid of her, angry that Rex allowed her to feed. Rex felt pity for the succubus. Not fear. "Would you keep me company then?"
"Yes."
Rex rolled his head to the side, looking at the beautiful wilderness that was just out of his reach. He knew he was asleep... or unconscious. Otherwise, she wouldn't have had entry to his mind. But still he looked about, admiring the steel-blue waters of the river that was just yards below where he lay. Wildflowers swayed in the wind, and butterflies danced over the brightly colored blossoms. It was a beautiful place to die.
The scene was marred only by the stench of burning rubber and oil leaking from his wrecked car. To his relief, the spilled gasoline had already evaporated. Rex didn't want to test himself against fire.
"Maybe you could call him. You have a phone, don't you?" He grinned at the idea. She was a succubus, an insubstantial spirit that existed to feed on the sexual essence of men. She'd have no idea what he was talking about, but it was fun to tease her.
"Phone?"
"Yeah. Everyone has one nowadays. Surely you have cell phones in the demon world?" His phone was up by the roadside, crushed into tiny pieces.
She didn't answer. In fact, the red haze was dissipating. He really didn't want her to go. Beautiful as this spot was, he really didn't want to die here. Not alone, anyway. Even a succubus was better than no company at all. "Hey -- you aren't leaving me now, are you?"
She didn't answer.
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