By Susan Wright
After by accident stealing the existence strength of a demise demon, Allay turned the single human-demon hybrid in life. Demons feed on human feelings, so Allay determined the most secure solution to fulfill this need-and nonetheless hold a few semblance of her humanity-was to open a bar. right here she will drink from, and straightforwardness, her buyers' discomfort, which has helped her to stick below the demon radar...until now. while Allay is attacked and approximately killed through one other demon, a human involves her rescue. Theo Ram is tall, good-looking, and mortal-and Allay feels a connection to him she did not imagine she'd ever recognize. yet that bond is established whilst the demon neighborhood in long island starts to get up, and opposing clans struggle for strength. Now Allay is stuck within the heart, and he or she needs to make a decision the place her loyalties lie.
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That wasn‟t good for patron morale. His blue eyes were dull without the sheer force of will that made them sparkle. “Your boss is the devil himself. ” I held up both hands. “Don‟t blame me. I‟m just the post office. ” That stung. “What‟s wrong with you, Phil? ” He glared back at me, making me nervous. Phil relied on being charming; it was his main weapon. But there was something ugly in his tone and the way he faced me—fueled by the whiff of desperation. My fingers braced against the worn leather of the barstool as I readied to defend myself.
But I had nothing to lose—nothing left to lose. Leaning forward, I kissed him, wanting to feel his lips against mine. I sank my hand in his thick black hair, the ends curling around my fingers. His lips were full and firm as he kissed me slowly, savoring my plump lower lip and licking the tip of my tongue. His fingers grazed my cheek, running along the hollow. His other hand went around my back, pulling me in closer until I was leaning into him, one hand against his hard chest. I was as giddy as a teenager, back when I was kissing my boyfriend for hours on the beach, when everything lay ahead of us.
His other hand went around my back, pulling me in closer until I was leaning into him, one hand against his hard chest. I was as giddy as a teenager, back when I was kissing my boyfriend for hours on the beach, when everything lay ahead of us. Nothing had been so monumental as our budding love and fierce attraction for each other. He had been my first lover, though the reality of our short relationship hadn‟t turned out nearly as wonderfully as the illusion I had created on the beach. A little illusion can be good for the soul.