Tainted Book 3 – TBD
Claimed: Incubus Damon hunts for a crystal to stop him from becoming a full-demon. But time is running out.
Renee wants to earn her own archeological dig despite arrogant Damon’s demands. Yet, she gets more than she bargained for when she finds a unique crystal in the ruins of Turkey.
As she leaned forward to finish filling her canteen, her ample bosom peeked out. His lust twisted to the sounds she would make when he touched and kissed her nipples until they pebbled.
Suddenly, she jerked up, spilling some of the water. “Did you get a good enough view?”
He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Without waiting for his reply, she stormed away.
Damon flopped onto the water letting his body float. His mind drifted to images of making love to Renee in the water. After he helped her over her phobia, somehow. Hmm, he could kiss her down there while she treaded water.
Nah, she’d never go for it.
This is a business trip. No time for sleeping with the staff, no matter how sexy when arguing with him.
Fallen: Adeline never wanted the crystal that all Succubus and Incubi crave. But the damn thing won’t come off. Worse, it’s blocking her Succubus’ powers.
Jack is running from vamps and weres. They want his talents, but he just wants to be left alone. Only problem is the vamps want him dead.
Her fingers glided over the Oracle voodoo doll Beth had given them. No, she’d probably be lucky if the Oracle didn’t strangle them both when she met them. Adeline dug out a mint and shivered when her fingers pushed aside the handcuffs in her purse. Snippets of Jack’s hands on her and his mouth and tongue made her think about sending the cab driver out of the car for a few hours and straddling Jack.
She offered Jack a mint and took one for herself. His hand brushing hers as the taxi took a sharp turn.
Focus. It’s only his borrowed powers that make you feel this way. My powers.
She scrolled through her text messages. Most were from men around the world asking when she’d come see them. Delete, delete, delete. Two messages from Renee, one from Damon, and one from her employer. She cringed. Status update pronto. Never taken you this long to bag and tag a guy. Yeah, well she’d never been without her abilities before either.
Working on it. She texted her boss back. Both of Renee’s messages were cryptic. You okay? Any update on the crystal? And Call us when you can we have something to discuss with you. Damon’s text was blunt: Gotten the crystal off yet? Or are you being chased by the others? Others meaning Incubi and Succubus who craved the crystal to amplify their power and avoid becoming demons—or ones who had already turned and wanted more wars and violence in the world of mankind.
If they could remove this crystal without killing her, she’d let whoever found a way to have it.
Lyric: No man can resist a siren’s song…
Half-siren/Half-succubus Cassie must convince a CEO to give her interior decorating company a chance at his offices in order to stay in the black. But even after using her persuasive voice, he refuses. What can she do to change his mind?
Daniel Davis has a secret he’s paid hundreds of thousands to keep that way. Now when exotic Cassie marches into his office, he can’t stop thinking about her and makes her an offer. Be his date for a high-profile party and he’ll consider her company for his office redecorating project.
After an accident, Cassie gives Daniel her blood to heal him. Trouble is, if she can’t keep him alive, he’ll become a soulless ghoul.
Worse, someone is out to kill him. Can Cassie keep him alive…both in fighting her nature and from whoever is after him?
“How much longer?” Cassie faced the young receptionist, revealing her hidden razor teeth underneath the human ones. “I’m not used to waiting this long for a client.”
“Uh… I’ll go check.” The woman nearly ran out of the reception area, her headset swinging from the chair.
Cassie chuckled. Ah, well at least someone jumped when she wanted.
A few minutes passed and Cassie wondered if the girl was lost.
“How can I help you?” a deep male vibrato came from behind her, laden with an accent she couldn’t place. Exotic. Sexy.
“Yes, I’m waiting for Mr. Davis.” She smiled.
The man was at least six foot five because she had to tilt her head up to look at him. He had chocolate eyes framed with even darker lashes and dark chestnut hair. His commanding presence sparked her interest, but he wore beige trousers and a cotton shirt. She wrinkled her nose; she couldn’t possibly be seen with someone who considered brown and cotton acceptable outwear in a prestige corporation.
“Allow me to escort you to his office?” He offered his arm.
“Of course.” She accepted his offering and nodded to the receptionist who gaped at the two of them.
This must be Mr. Davis’ assistant, as an executive of such an established enterprise would wear a suit or more expensive clothing, and definitely not cowboy boots in the workplace. Jeans and boots reminded her of Texas.
Even though the man didn’t say anything, he stole quick glances her way. He probably admired her siren features: a small sharp nose, angled cheekbones, and colorful hair. Her hair changed color on its own. Thankfully though, the shifting was subtle enough that humans didn’t notice it. They just thought she dyed it often. Today it was an electric violet.
Outside two redwood doors carved in squares, he paused. “Shall we?”
For some reason, nerves careened in her stomach. What the heck was the matter with her? He was just a man. Sure, a bazillionaire, but no man could resist her. An image of the deaf and mute fisherman who had captured her in his net centuries ago resurfaced. She’d hated confinement and all her succubae friends who had been there had laughed and taunted her.
‘Why don’t you touch him and make him yours, Cassandra?’ one succubus had asked, swinging her hips side-to-side.
Another smirked. ‘Has your boasting made you hoarse?’
It had been her friend, Adeline, who had swum over, touched the man, and rescued her. But Cassie had taken her revenge. All those heckling succubae were dead now.
“Are you okay?” The man squeezed her hand.
Warmth spread through her arm. Maybe she was coming down with a cold or something. Damn, she’d been spending too much time among these humans; now she caught their illnesses? Yuck.
“Yes, I’m fine.” She straightened and pulled her hand from his grasp. “Thank you, but I can take it from here.” After two quick knocks on the door, she entered and stepped into another world.
A rosewood desk was in front of a window overlooking the city. A bright green Cleopatra chair sat before a wall lined with books arranged by color and size, and filled shelves around it. Gold and silver etched vases were positioned at key areas among the bookshelves. Two visitor chairs with crimson and black swirls faced the desk. A Rembrandt painting, the Stone Bridge, hung from the opposite wall. It was the only time he painted such a typical Dutch landscape. The contrast between the dark clouds and sunlight shining off the railing and trees was amazing.
The door closed behind her, and she sucked in a breath.
“Mr. Davis, I—” She stopped.
Near the mini bar tucked in a corner, the assistant poured a drink. “Would you care for something?” His dark gaze watched her, making her think he wanted to feel every centimeter of her.
Oh no, her blasted gift had done it again. She’d seduced someone without even trying. “Ah no. When will Mr. Davis return?” Last thing she needed was the big boss to come in and find his employee drunk and putting the moves on her.
He shrugged and downed the drink in one swallow. Then he brushed past her to the desk. He rifled through some documents, then tossed her a crisp paper. “I think you’ll find everything in order, Mrs. Smith.”
“Ms.” She briskly took the note and scanned it.
Lincoln Industries has won our bid for redecorating our buildings.
Thank you for your time.
“What’s this?” She waved the rejection letter. “We haven’t even revealed our pricing yet. I’ve seen their work; they aren’t as good as me – as my company.” She added a lilt to the last line, shifting to her siren song to make him believe fully in what she said. He’d rip up the form and beg her to take the job. Of course, she would have to bump into his boss and do the same thing until she got what she wanted.
“Did I forget to sign it?” He pulled out a pen from the desk and scribbled a signature. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, Ms. Smith, I’ve another meeting to attend to.”
This was Mr. Davis? No way was he leaving now. Not until he told Lincoln Industries they’d lost the work and she had it. Not until he burned this piece of paper dismissing her. No man ever dissed a siren.