So I
FINALLY have a new book coming out. If you loved Haley's Demon then you will love
Izzy's Incubus. Most of us can relate to Izzy. She wants a night of passion but not the drama of a relationship. I was single once...we all were. A night of mind blowing sex with no regrets in the morning? Who wouldn't sign up for that? But when your demon lover won't *poof* out of your life, what's a girl to do?
Want a excerpt.......The read on!
Adults Only Please.....
Chapter One
If her phone rang one
more time she planned to shoot it. Isabella Duncan smoothed her hair away from
her face and verified the list on the screen. She had everything she needed for
the spell and then some. Izzy switched tabs on her browser. She had to get both
of these spells just right, but if she was going to flub one, it couldn’t be
this one.
She dug around in the
small bowl of salt and took out the necklace. She’d left it there since the
full moon three nights ago. She pulled the small heart charm up. That was
quicker than digging around for the chain. The silver still held a bit of salt
dust. It was almost time.
The phone rang again.
That was twice in the last five minutes. She was on vacation, damn it.
Technically, she didn’t have to answer. But if she didn’t the damn thing would
go off all night.
“Isabella, I know you’re
supposed to be on vacation but I just got a call from Peterson. If we can get
him a copy of the proposal by Friday he’ll take it to the board immediately.”
Isabella rolled her eyes
and bit her bottom lip to keep from groaning out loud. The proposal was still
in its early stages. Which meant she would be working all day tomorrow in order
to get it presentable.
“You promised not to
call. This is my vacation.”
“I know I’m asking a lot
but we need to get this done, and I could probably crunch the numbers. But I
can’t polish it and make it shine like you do.” He cleared his throat. “You
know this is a five million dollar account. We can’t afford not to do this.”
Izzy rubbed her palm
along her forehead. She wanted to tell him no. Really wanted to tell him where
he could stick his damn job. It sucked every ounce of life right out of her.
“I’ll give you four
hours. But after that I’m done. And if you don’t like it then I’ll type up my
resignation while I’m working up the proposal.”
“Okay. Okay. I got it.
You do what you can then email it to me. I’ll take it from there.” He sighed
but he didn’t ask for anything else.
“Bye.” She hung up
without giving him the chance to make her feel guilty. He was a master
manipulator. Hell, he’d turned the tables and made her feel like an ass for
taking her birthday off.
Just as she hung up the
special alarm on her phone went off. Her heart kicked into high gear. Damn, it
was time. With a quick look around, she made sure everything was in order, then
she grabbed the scrap of paper and raced over to sit on her bed. This had to
work. She needed a night of no strings attached loving, and there was no way
she was going to a bar with her super skinny friends. Each time she made that
mistake she went home fuckless. No thank you. Tonight she was getting screwed
-- on her terms.
The second alarm on her
cell phone went off. Showtime.
“From deep beneath the
surface rise, demon lover, heed my call. Come satisfy my heady lust, stay until
my passions wane. Come to me in all your glory, provide a happily ever after to
my bedtime story.” It sounded even sillier when she read it out loud. But she needed
it to work.
Izzy jumped as the
lights flickered, then laughed at herself as they burned bright again. Jeez,
scared much? A pop filled the room and all the lights went out. She started
to get up when she caught the shadow of someone sitting on the side of her bed.
“Tell me you did not
just summon me away from my dinner, human.” The voice played a slow and
deliberate baritone melody, and was just about the sexiest thing she’d ever
heard.
What did she say to
that? Sorry I interrupted your meal, but I have something else for you to
eat. That definitely would not go over well. Best to just stick with short
words until her heart returned to a semi-normal pace. Although she really
wanted this to work, somehow she’d expected to be disappointed. Hope for the
best, but prepare for the worst… that was her motto. So having the beast pop
into her room, several inches from her on the bed, meant she had to do some
fast thinking with a brain that was shutting down.
“Did you not hear my
question?” the delicious-looking demon asked as he turned and leveled his
violet eyes on her.
Izzy wrapped her numb
fingers around the pendant hanging at her neck. The rose she’d used to summon
him scraped her leg as it tumbled to the floor. If he touched her while he was
still angry she was going to send him home in a hurry.
* * *
Amar stared at the
mahogany-skinned woman on the other side of the bed. It had been a while since
he’d savored the soft skin and particular sexual flavor of such a cocoa beauty.
He needed to stop concentrating on her delicious-looking flesh, or her
shoulder-length, black, shiny hair. Even her full lips were an unwanted
distraction. His main focus should be the fact that she was actually defying
him. He was an incubus. He chose his women, they didn’t choose him. Not that he
should be complaining. The woman in front of him was just what he needed. He’d
enjoy toying with her large breasts and large, chocolate cherry nipples, then
pounding against her wide hips.
The innocence in her
face made him a bit wary. He liked women who knew their way around a dick. They
were the easiest to seduce. This one might require a bit of work.
“Why did you summon me?”
he asked as he stood, then took a step around the bedpost. He caught her gaze
in a stare guaranteed to keep her immobile. They both knew she’d summoned him
for sex. Sex he’d gladly give her… for a price.
He took that last step
to the other bedpost when something sharp and hot punctured his right foot.
When he picked his foot
up his stomach turned. A rose? He looked closer at the crushed flower, and
dread spread through him. Those blood-red petals darkened and turned into ash,
which ignited until there was no trace of the thing that had been a flower --
his way out. His only way out.
“What did you do?” He
knew his voice boomed through the room. When he’d lost eye contact with the
woman the spell had broken. She was in the center of the bed, backing away from
him. “What spell did you use to bring me here?”
“I was wrong. Leave. Be
gone. You’re free.”
“I can’t.” He didn’t
remember all his teachings on this ceremony but for the time being they were
bound together. That much he knew. There was something he was supposed to
remember. This was what he got for not paying attention during his ritual
teachings.
She made a dash to get
off the bed as he made a grab for her. The woman wore a sexy scrap of slinky
black lingerie tied in the back with two strings. It left her entire luscious
ass on display for him. He snagged her ankle just as she’d have reached the
other side of the bed. She kicked out at him and luckily missed his head.
“Stop fighting me. I am
not going to hurt you.” Yet. He dodged her next kick. “You have no clue
what you’ve done.”
“I tried no-strings sex,
and it was an epic failure,” she yelled, then suddenly stopped trying to get
away. Her fingers tightened on the heart pendant on her necklace.
He slid his hand up her
calf and onto her thigh. “This is not the ceremony for simple sex.” He inched
closer to her. Why wasn’t she fighting him anymore? A few seconds ago she’d
been a hellcat but now she was a timid little pussy? Something was wrong here.
He moved until he was
directly over her. His arms kept her prisoner on the bed. Then he saw the glow
and heard her quickly whispered words, but it was too late. Another spell. This
one he knew, but only to avoid it. It was a binding spell.
This
one would bind them together -- forever. It would make him less than one
hundred percent incubus and her less than one hundred percent human. And it
would also bind him to her bidding. Anything she demanded of him he would be
bound to do, if she put that mark on him.
