My latest release is called Lust
and Ice and is a Dark Desires novella, coming October 19th from Razor's Edge Press, a Changeling
Press LLC Imprint. Yes, lol, this is one of my dark stories. :) And yes, lol,
there's a HEA—of a sort. When dealing with a Prince of Hell things can get
twisted. So, there's HEA... then there's this kind of HEA.
LOL.
LOL.
Two more novella's spin off this book and the Bad
Boys Club. In Lust and Ice you'll meet Kain's friends—Hugh, Jordan, and
Allen—and they're as bad as Kain. Jordan and Allen's book will be next in the
series. Right now I'm stilling kicking titles around, lol, for this story.
The perfect mate for a cold-hearted human
with no redeeming qualities? A prince of hell, who else?
They call him Ice. Kain's a spoiled rich man's son
with money to burn. An endless parade of men through his bedroom has left him
empty and wanting. When he and his friends meet at their usual nightclub and
place bets on who'll score for the evening, Kain eyes a sexy stranger.
Electricity jumps between them, and Ice decides the handsome man will be in his
bed screaming out his pleasure before the night is through.
Dark and deadly desires are Asmodeus' calling cards.
Those that fall to his wicked ways are doomed to an eternity of unfulfilled
lust in the second level of hell. This is no man to be played with... because
this is no man. He's the Prince of Lust, one of the seven princes of hell. And
he's been granted the right to take a mate by his master, Lucifer. He's
searched through the ages for the one that will satisfy his sinful needs, but
none have made the cut.
Until now.
The Bad Boys club has picked the wrong targets this
time -- hell's come to claim its own.
Asmodeus toyed with his straw as he glanced over the
crowd on the dance floor. There were a few that caught his eye, but nothing
that got his blood pumping. His appearance not only fit in at Night Moves, but
called certain types to him, preferably men. For the last hundred years he had
taken to seducing the males of the human race.
“Mmm, there’s something about taking a strong man
and bending him to my will, having him first beg not to be fucked…” He ran a
hand down his chest, drawing several pairs of eyes, and shivered. “Then later
beg to be fucked.”
Frowning, he glanced over the dance floor again; he
damn sure wasn’t going to get lucky sitting on his ass up here. He smoothed his
hair behind his ear and a brilliant, sizable ruby stub flashed, as did the ruby
in his signet ring on his left hand. He looked down at the tribal tattoo that
started on his right wrist and extended up his arm. Thanks to the shirt, no one
could see the tattoo snake over his shoulder and unto his neck. It also
meandered down from his shoulder and covered the right side of his chest, then
continued to his groin.
His dick was thick, but not overly long, and covered
in small knots. There the tattoo crossed over his body and continued down his
left ankle. Those that saw the tattoo in its full glory were already doomed,
although they didn’t know it. Once his prey submitted to him, the end was never
far behind. The fear in their eyes and the frightened begging that came from
the lips of his prey as he drained them always excited him, made his orgasm
much more intense.
The problem was that once he finished feeding the
pleasure was gone, and loneliness bombarded him.
Now the mindless pleasure, the thrill of the hunt
and his prey’s fear were no longer enough. He wanted -- Satan help him -- he
wanted a mate. Someone who would belong to him ‘til the end of time. He’d made
his wishes known to his lord and was granted the right to take a human, if he
found one that fit his needs. So far no such human had been found, and he had
looked -- extensively.
A perfectly shaped eyebrow raised above wickedly
sinful eyes. Several men and women had played the game and fallen for his dark
looks -- they regretted it eternally.
He was no man to be played with… because he was
no man.
Shifting in his chair, his eyes landed on a group of
humans across the openness of the second floor. A new mortal joined them,
another male. There was a restlessness that shimmered around him that snagged
Asmodeus’s attention. This one appealed to him, very much so. Even with the
noise of the crowds and the thumping bass of the music, he could hear them. The
longer he listened to the one named Kain, the more his dick swelled.
