Hellhound Detective Agency: Demon's Captive by Selena Illyria

Hellhound Detective Agency: Demon's Captive

by Selena Illyria Cover art: Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-60521-689-8

Genre(s): Paranormal, Dark Fantasy, BDSM

Theme(s): Interracial, Shapeshifters

Series: Hellhound Detective Agency

Length: Novella

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Blurb:
Hellhound/werewolf Casey Mae can track anything put in front of her. The bounty is everything. She doesn't have time for distractions, especially if they come in the form of a dark-haired, green-eyed sex demon. Just because he says he wants her doesn't mean she has to want him. Does it?
Blaise has wanted Casey Mae since he first laid eyes on her. He's not taking no for an answer even if he has to tie her up. Come morning, she won't be able to deny what she feels for him. He'll make sure of it.
Excerpt:
Hellhound Detective Agency: Demon's Captive
Selena Illyria
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Copyright ©2011 Selena Illyria

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Ping. Ping. Ping. Pingpingpingping.
Casey Mae lifted her head. Her head was pounding like a drum circle gone wrong. Her tongue felt wrapped in cotton. Swallowing took effort. For some reason her throat seemed dry.
She struggled to form thoughts but everything evaporated before it made sense.
Disjointed memories floated before her eyes. She remembered a washed out bridge, a waterlogged road, mud -- lots of mud -- and a garish red hotel with a neon sign. Something about wine. Green eyes with splinters of gold flashed to the forefront of her mind.
The pinging grew more persistent. A loud crash made her jump. The throbbing in her head increased. She groaned and opened her eyes. Pale golden lights filled her line of vision. They flickered back and forth. Casey didn't understand why they were doing that. It took a few moments for it to dawn on her that they were candles.
Turning her head this way and that, she took in her surroundings. The throbbing dulled but the pinging continued. Another crash sounded, and the room was bathed in white light before fading back to candlelight. A fire crackled in a hearth not too far from her. From what she could see, the room had a long leather couch, two leather chairs, a dark wood table with a bench, a chest of drawers, a flat screen TV sitting against a wall and a large, sleigh-style bed with a slatted headboard.
A bedroom? Casey's memories came back in a flood. She had been on her way to the compound for a new assignment. The bridge had been washed out, and the roads were flooded. She'd turned around and sought shelter at the Sinful Bordeaux, an inn catering to those of the paranormal community.
She thought she'd be safe there but, then again, there was Blaise. Green eyes with splinters of gold and framed by dark lashes gazed back at her from beneath thick, wavy, midnight black hair clipped short but with enough length on top to get a good grip. His lips were just perfect for kissing and nibbling. The cleft in his chin just begged her to explore it with her tongue. He had an aristocratic nose, not too pointed or wide. His scent was a combination of exotic spices and woods. She had always wondered if the cologne covered him all over.
Casey squeezed her eyes shut. Don't think about that. He's just a distraction. You have a job to do and he's... untrustworthy. It was the same reasoning she'd always used to avoid him, to keep her distance. Blaise was a demon -- a sex demon to be exact. They had a reputation for saying and doing anything to get laid. They were relentless when they targeted someone. She'd hunted a lot of sex demons before -- and after -- she'd joined the Hellhound Detective Agency. Nothing she'd ever seen during a case dealing with them ended up being good. The victims were often scarred for life, and the demons couldn't care less about the damage they'd done.
Sex and charm rolled off him in waves. He could seduce with just a smile. From the moment they'd met, he'd been trying to get her into bed. She didn't know or care why. Casey had more important things to think about -- like her job. If she wanted sex, she could get it with her battery-operated boyfriend.
Besides, she thought Blaise just wanted her so he could brag he'd bagged a Hellhound. All demons wanted to have sex with a Hellhound. Hellhounds could sniff out a lie and were considered the hardest demon to tame. Demons couldn't resist a challenge -- or a good deal or a fool and his money. Casey Mae was no one's trophy -- and yet she found herself in surroundings she didn't know. A jerk of her hands and legs and the feel of smooth, warm wood against her arms told her she was also tied to a chair.
And I may possibly be a prisoner.
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