I’m enjoying staying at home. I hope you are kicked back and having a great day.
Grant Winston is having a bad night. His new girlfriend is trying to draw him to the dark side, a woman of the night gives him a nasty bite and a sword wielding beauty in a Goth outfit claims she’s his defender.
Arista has her orders and an uncooperative human will not dissuade her from her sacred duty. Naive as he is handsome, Grant is in big trouble. He has something an old and powerful demon wants and he doesn’t understand Arista is all that stands between him and hell.
Excerpt 2 – The Woman of the Night
He glanced up and down the deserted street. The odds of finding a cab in this area of the city weren’t good. Maybe a long, quiet walk was just what he needed to clear his head and think about a new path.
He hadn’t gone three blocks when a woman stepped out of a recessed doorway. It was too dark to get a good look at her, but the woman had long hair and despite the cool night air she wore a sleeveless dress.
Her skin was pale and her voice husky. “Looking for a party?”
Grant kept walking. “No, thanks.”
As he passed by the woman grabbed the sleeve of his jacket. “Let’s have some fun.”
Grant shrugged, trying to shake her off. “I said no thanks.”
The woman’s grip tightened. Surprisingly strong, she spun Grant around and shoved him into the dark alcove from which she had emerged.
“What the fuck!”
She released his jacket and grabbed him by the throat.
Grant shoved back, but she didn’t budge. One-handed, she held his one-hundred-eighty pound body against a metal door.
“Divine doesn’t like being turned down.”
The woman grabbed him, cupping him firmly. What was going on? Damn tired of being handled, he grabbed the woman’s wrist. Her skin was cold. “Let go of me,” he said, keeping his voice low and his tone level.
“Don’t want to play? Too bad.”
Although Divine let go of his package, she squeezed his throat. Grant had never hit a woman in his life, but Divine was cutting off his air supply. He swung, his fist connecting with her jaw.
She took the punch without flinching and emitted a low hiss. Her eyes glowed a deep red. “Don’t make Divine hurt you.”
Maybe it was the lack of oxygen that made him see red. She eased her grip and Grant sucked in air. “I have two hundred in my wallet,” Grant managed between ragged breaths. “Take it.”
Her fingers slid along his neck. “I don’t want your money.”
“What do you want?”
Divine gripped the collar of his shirt. Long nails scraped his neck. She yanked, shredding the cotton fabric. Grant gave her a shove and tried to get around her. She clamped her hands around his forearms and pressed her body against his, pinning him against the door. He tried to move, but Divine was ungodly strong.
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