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Cindy Spencer Pape
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| Dani's Demons |
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| Immortal Cravings, Book Two While part of a series, this book can be read as a complete stand-alone. Bored with her life in Chicago, vampire Dani DuBois heads to Las Vegas for a little fun. Then she meets demons Kaz Elgin and Ty Cole, and things start to get really interesting. Torn between the attraction she feels for each of them, Dani at first has no idea that the two men know each other. When she runs across the two of them having an argument, she can’t believe they’re both being such men, but they’re both so incredibly hot. After they take care of their rogue demon problem, they decide to take care of Dani—together. Through a dungeon sex club and bondage games in a private room they set out to discover just how much fun three immortals can have in Sin City. Note: This book contains both m/m/f and some m/m sexual activity. Excerpt: Forever is a really long time to be bored out of your skull. To be immortal and faced with nothing to do isn’t a good combination. It’s not mentally healthy for the immortal, and it’s not physically healthy for the humans around us. My two best friends had both deserted me—Jess was away in New York on business, and Ariana was totally caught up with her new werewolf lover. On top of that, the bookstore I occasionally worked at just for something to do was closed for renovations. So here I was, a vampire with absolutely no idea what to do next. You could say I was trouble waiting to happen. Ennui we’d called it when I’d been human. As a nun, I’d been cautioned against it as a sin. A few years later, as a courtesan in the circle of the sun king himself, we’d cultivated it as a mark of our own superiority. But we hadn’t had the least idea then what boredom really meant. After well over three hundred years, I think I’d finally figured it out. Which explained why I’d hopped the red-eye to Vegas. So, here I was, in the city of sin, and still bored senseless. “Buy you a drink, baby?” I looked down at the skinny vampire wannabe who’d slithered up to my spot at the end of the bar and just shook my head before turning away. God, he was so damn young—I wondered if he was in the casino on a fake ID. “Charles, does your father know you’re in here?” Oooh, now that voice—that one had potential. I swung my head back around to see if the view was as good as the soundtrack, and damn near choked on my mojito. Sex on a fucking stick. The man who stood, arms crossed, glaring down at—uh, Charles, that’s what he’d called the kid—was nothing short of perfection, in a dark, goth, bite-me-baby kind of way. He had to be at least six-four and probably two hundred twenty pounds of lean, sculpted muscle. I could tell about the muscle because he was wearing skintight black leather pants and matching studded biker jacket, but the jacket was open and he had no shirt on underneath. His black hair was a little long and curled over his high forehead, almost shading the most piercing bright blue eyes I’ve ever seen. “Come on, Charles, it’s a school night. Beat it before I call your dad.” The big guy tapped the toe of his heavy black boot on the marble floor. Grumbling under his breath, the reluctant teen slid off his stool and slunk out of the bar. Since I didn’t want to compound his humiliation, I managed not to laugh. “Sorry, ma’am,” the man said to me with a wicked grin that made my pussy clench. He took a step closer and leaned one foot up on the rail of Charles’ vacated barstool. There was a plastic ID tag clipped to his studded leather belt, confirming that he was an employee. “The concierge’s son. Hope he didn’t bother you too much.” “Not really.” I shook my head and smiled. “Wish I could remember being that young.” “Me too.” He tipped his head toward the stool, asking permission to sit. “Kaz Elgin, head of security for the Dark Tower.” I held out my hand. “Danette DuBois. My friends call me Dani. Please, have a seat.” I figured saying Please take me upstairs and fuck my brains out was a little premature. But I shook my waist-length red hair back to reveal the low-cut vee of my black sweater and made sure the twins were on full display. “Enchanté, mademoiselle,” he said in effortless French. Instead of shaking my hand, he lifted it to his lips and pressed a kiss on the inside of the wrist. A warm tingle skittered all the way to my pussy. “How are you enjoying Las Vegas so far?” “It’s looking better by the minute,” I admitted, licking my lower lip. “How late are you working tonight?” Those blue eyes darkened to a shade that was almost violet. Something powerful and ancient simmered in their depths, and I shivered, only half from arousal. I’d just realized Kaz wasn’t human. “I’m on call twenty-four hours a day,” he murmured huskily. “But I’m officially off duty as of an hour ago. Chasing young Charles up to bed was just a favor for his dad.” “How about chasing me up to bed?” My green eyes flew wide at that—I mean, I’m no prude, but I’m not exactly a slut either. I do usually take time to get to know a man before I invite him up to my room. “You like to be chased?” His voice, already deep, had dropped almost an octave, until it was barely more than a subsonic rumble. “I think that could be…arranged.” |