HOTTER THAN HELL
by Rain Weaver
Want a taste of Heaven? Go to Hell.
Legend has it that the Incubi were originally fallen angels, irresistible creatures who sacrificed their place in Paradise for the touch of mortal lovers. They live among us still, in the shadowy, dream-haunted fringes of modern society, indulging their insatiable lust and feeding on our desire—with our blessings.
The Rose Legacy
A valuable inheritance is passed from one female member of a wealthy family to another, as it has been for centuries. But Camille Price, the beneficiary, doesn’t know it’s a generational curse that includes sacrificing her body and soul to an Incubus who fulfills her every erotic dream—and nightmare.
Ravenous
Failed cleric Adam Bachmann knows a demon when he sees one. He just can’t seem to resist succubus Leyla Cheval, even though her insatiable sexual appetite is draining him of life. To save himself and others, he must sacrifice the only heaven he’s ever known and destroy the dark angel he’s come to love.
AN EXCERPT FOR YOU:
The Rose Legacy
“Camille!”
The sound of her name blew through the open window like a late afternoon storm. Rosemary’s voice coming from below, sultry as always, but curt and businesslike—and obviously expecting an immediate response.
“Oh, hell.” Cam hurried toward the window, pulled up short and hurried back to Mace. “Don’t leave. We need to talk. Stay right here—and out of sight, please.”
She leaned out of the window, giving the drapes a tug to be sure the safety pins held close around her, smiling as if nothing was wrong. “Good afternoon, Aunt Rosemary.”
Roe stood beneath her, a slim flute of champagne in her hand. She wore a black lace teddie with thigh-high boots and nothing else, her hair whipping in the wind. Camille almost laughed. Incredible, how Mace could always seem to lighten her mood. She couldn’t honestly say she liked her aunt, but the woman definitely had her own style. Only Rosemary could dress like that for a stroll and look totally cool.
“My afternoon hasn’t been any better than yours, and yours has apparently been a nasty one. I’ve been walking the grounds. I’ve seen what you did to David’s car. Tell me you didn’t make an absolute fool of yourself in town.”
Oh, hell. She couldn’t take a piss without her aunt knowing. The woman was all over her. “It was just a minor fender-bender. Nobody got hurt and I fully intend to take care of the damage myself. In fact, Reverend Osgood was the only witness and he didn’t seem to think—”
“You went to see the preacher?”
Her aunt’s voice became even sharper as her eyes narrowed. Was visiting the clergy also a no-no? “Well, yes.”
Rosemary laughed, rubbing her legs together in delight. “Well, if he can forgive you, I suppose I can too. What do you think? Isn’t he about enough to make you cream?”
“He has good things to say about you too.”
“What the hell are you doing stuck up in that room on such a nice day?”
Mace snickered behind her, and Cam pulled the drapes even closer. She was not going to let him distract her, or have her aunt come upstairs to see what was really going on. “Actually, I was…daydreaming. Yes, that’s it. Sitting here and mentally laying out plans for the future. Imagining what I’d do with the house, the roses, the garden in general. It could be such a lovely property, I think.”
“Really? Tell me about it.”
Oh, hell, dammit and back to hell. Cam tried to remember the plans she’d formed on her own walk around the grounds—when was that? A year or two ago? Opening her mouth to speak, she clamped it shut in horror as she felt her skirt lifted from behind.
“Camille? Are you all right?”
“I…um…”
“You look a little pale.”
Forcing a tight-lipped grin, she rested her weight on one arm and swatted back at Mace with her free hand. She not only failed to land a single blow, but suddenly found herself hobbled when he smoothly slid her panties down around her ankles. What was he doing? Was the sonofabitch insane? “It’s the accident. I’m afraid it knocked the breath right out of me.”
“Are you ill? We can’t have you getting sick now, not when I’m so close to leaving. If you want, I can come up and—”
“No.”
She fervently hoped she hadn’t shouted the word as loudly as she thought. And that Rosemary hadn’t heard Mace’s soft chuckle.
Or the rasping sound of his zipper going down. “I’m fine. Really.”
Roe peered up at her, one eye closed to the sun. “Then I’m waiting to hear these hot-shot plans, princess.”
“What are you doing back there?” Cam muttered between her teeth, trying to mimic a smile. “I’m gonna kill you.”
“Now, now.” Mace’s voice, whispery and seductive, flowed over her, even as he grasped her buttocks with both hands, kneading possessively. “Mustn’t let Auntie Roe know you’re being a naughty little girl, hmmm?” With a tiny growl from deep inside his throat, he nestled closer, probing her cleft from behind with one thick finger. “Don’t mind me. I’ll just find something to occupy myself while you two girls talk.”
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