A 1 Night Stand Story
Davien is bidding the human realm adieu, having no reason to stay. Before he leaves, he craves a night of intense, exotic sex and dares Madame Eve to find an immortal willing to touch a demon. There is such a female, but she's an Under Huntress. A demon killer.
For Kara, sleeping with the enemy is beyond forbidden. It's something much stronger—tempting. Drawn to the rumors of their sexual prowess, Kara asks if there is a demon open to the possibility of spending a night with his enemy. The answer is yes and only she and the demon would ever know....
When bodies are bared and labels are forgotten, neither can deny their fates are sealed the moment they met.
Genre: Paranormal, erotic romance, contemporary
Heat level: 4
Word count – 9800
Cover art by Fantasia Frog Designs
He came so close she almost stepped back and extended a hand for some space, but she held her stance. She didn't want to appear frightened, when she was anything but.
She lifted her chin as he locked his gaze with hers, beginning to circle around her as if making an inspection. “So you're an Under Huntress.”
Turning with him, she raised a brow. “So you're a demon.”
The cocky half-smile returned with a huff of amusement. “I am. Are you afraid of me?”
“No,” she said without pause. “You're the one who should be frightened of me. I kill your kind, after all.”
“Death in this world is nothing to be afraid of.”
No, she wouldn't think a male like him feared much. “There are worse things, I suppose. Like being alone.”
He nodded. “Agreed.” He pressed his body to hers, walking her backward until her back flattened against the wall, and she gasped at the impact. He braced a hand at either side of her face, trapping her between his muscled arms, inhaling long, and cocking his head. Her heart pounded at his bold move, the power he exuded—the feel of hot male all over her.
“What’s this all about?” he asked darkly.
“What do you mean?”
“Don't screw with me. Is this some kind of rebellion against Mommy and Daddy? The Under clan? Hmm? Forgive me if I find it hard to believe you came with any view other than to play games with someone you shouldn't toy with.”
“I thought Madame made my intentions clear.” The natural, heated scent of him surrounded her like a fog...a musk of dark, exotic spice blended with the barest whiff of clean sweat. For the second time, she had the urge to lick his throat. First, she had to explain herself. “This is nothing more than what she told you. A night with the kind of male I have been told is off-limits. It has nothing to do with the clan or my parents. I wanted to experience something I’m sure I'll never be able to more than once.”
“What have you heard about sex with a demon?” he sneered. “That we're perverted? Cruel? Sadistic?”
His already defensive attitude derived from his knowledge of what she was. She couldn’t blame him.
More than a little obsessed, Angelita has been writing romance since her early teens, sometimes getting in a little trouble with teachers/employers/co-workers. They'd say: “Are you...writing a novel when you should be studying/working/obeying?” She'd say: “Um, yes. It's my dream.” And now she's living her dream full-time and couldn't be more thrilled.
She writes erotic paranormal and contemporary romance, but reads historical. If she could travel back in time, she'd be attending a ball in Regency England in a fabulously wicked gown, dancing with the most handsome rogue in the room. This shameless romantic loves chocolate martinis, Pin Up Couture, and ballet. She lives with her very own Alpha male in Las Vegas, aka Sin City, where she is a very happy local.
To learn more about our 1 Night Stand Series, click here.