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A Sleepy Hollow 1Night Stand Story
BLURB:
Spook
Raines is a burnt-out spy who doesn’t know he’s a fire demon with a twin in
Sleepy Hollow.
Geneviève
Mortimer is a will o' the wisp who hunts demons to ease the pain of her
troubled past.
When
Madame Eve brings them together for a torrid 1Night Stand, will they be able to
come in from the cold at last?
EXCERPT:
Geneviève Mortimer crept down the quiet hotel hallway, careful to
bank her glow…at least for the moment. She’d sensed the presence of a demon on
the floor, but something seemed off about the male’s aura. A weird lack of
evil, like an impenetrable force field surrounded his consciousness, his
psyche. As if he thought he were…human.
Had he been brainwashed? Drugged? Raised by gypsies? By wolves?
Wait. No. Scratch that last one. She didn’t get the were vibe at all with this one.
No matter, as a will o’the wisp and a POLO, Protector of the
Legion of Shadows, tasked with watching over humankind and keeping the unwary
safe from visitors from the demon realms to the human plane, she lured the
black-souled to their demise. Going all shine-a-light and sparkly until the
evil ones fell under her spell and followed her anywhere. She needed to find
this guy. Pounce first, beam a little hypnotic wattage, ask questions later.
Take him out before he did any harm. To humans, or innocents like her parents.
She sniffed. Getting warmer. Closer to the demon’s room. What would she find behind his door?
She sniffed. Getting warmer. Closer to the demon’s room. What would she find behind his door?
Ignoring the do not disturb sign, she jiggled the handle. Locked.
But the absence of a key card wouldn’t be a problem for her, not with her brand
of talent and the magick lock picks in her pocket. She got the door open in
seconds and slinked into the room, masking her radiance, keeping to the
shadows.
Holy shit. The scent of male arousal filled the air. Delicious, decadent,
sublime. Total man candy, like nothing she’d ever smelled before. Calling to
her sweet tooth. Her horny core. So intense, an ache blossomed between her
legs. She closed her eyes and inhaled. Whoa. She could orgasm from the erotic
scent of the guy alone. Was the dude going through breedspawn? Were all the
rumors she’d heard of the full-on crazy, demon male mating phase more than
myth? She’d sure never encountered anything as powerfully sexy as this.
Cripes. This sort of thing never happened to her. I’m a demon hunter, damn it. She remained professional always, despite
her ditzy, scatterbrained reputation. Did her job. And did it well. She’d
fooled even her closest friends, those who didn’t know about her role as a
POLOS and didn’t guess the half of it. Those who thought she slut-flitted
around the world searching for mischief, adventure and, most of all, pleasure,
like some sort of fickle, commitment-shy, well, yeah sure, okay, will o’the
wisp.
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