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February 7, 2012 | Teaser Tuesday

Dual releases are definitely not the norm for me. This is a first. Please celebrate two entirely different flavors of erotic romance with me. Tune in tomorrow for a contest launch Warriors’ Woman, book one of the Seduction Mission series’ release! And stop back next Tuesday for a chance to win a $25.00 Amazon Gift Card to usher in Demon Hunters II: A Very Demon Valentine’s release! :heart:


An excerpt from Demon Hunters II: A Very Demon Valentines releasing next Tuesday!


Given the acute shortage of female demons, Miranda should have had her choice of masterful demon males. Maybe in different circumstances or a perfect reality she would have, but she only had eyes for one male, in or out of the club, Tey Durron.

Every demon hunter, except for him, treated her like a favorite kid sister. Civilian males seldom crossed her path. Those that did either worked for the club, or Duec and they treated her with the kind of ultra-careful, hands-off respect that they would show any honorable male’s unmated young sister.

While she spent her days and a good part of her nights at LCN — kink central for humans and demons alike — working as Duec’s assistant put her in a strictly off-limits zone. She was as cosseted as a temple virgin.She rolled her eyes in self-mockery.

The elevator was right in front of her. The floor numbers descended. She would not chicken out and take the stairs. The elevator settled with an ominous hiss. The doors opened, and Tey strode out.

In an instant, her body went both softer and tighter as her heart raced. She took a quick sidestep to avoid collision with the delicious smelling male.

Since he lived a few floors beneath street level, seeing him was an everyday occurrence. She’d never gotten over the thrill. This morning, Tey was as tall, dark, and mouth-wateringly delicious as always. A thick black mustache emphasized his lush, cruelly beautiful mouth. Visible beard shadowed his rugged jaw making him look even more lethally sexy.

Either he was up unusually early or else he hadn’t been to bed, at least not to sleep. With his remarkable demon constitution, no matter how he abused himself no trace of debauchery showed. His usual long, rapid strides caused his black duster to flap behind him, making her hope for a glimpse of his tail.

Silly me. His tail is hidden by his glamour, just like my horns.

His midnight eyes flickered over her for a half a second. Strongly shaped eyebrows lowered, and he nodded in her general direction as he moved past.

Once again, he’d caught her gaping at him like a newt. Even the brief encounter made her pulse race in excited welcome. Somehow she responded to him with an intensity no other male — not even another earth demon — evoked. She ignored her traitorous body. Too late to impress the male with her fake indifference, she inclined her head in the same brief dip he’d given her. Good Morning, to you too, Warm and Fuzzy, Sir.

Tey wore irresistible like a designer fragrance. Too bad he was such a terminal jerk.

Still she’d give a month’s pay to see his demon form. She swallowed a sigh and chased it with a gulp of her cooled mocha grande.

She gave herself the familiar lecture about youth giving her time to outgrow her stupid infatuation with the handsome male. Someday she would get over her pointless crush and find a male of honor worth mating. Familiarity hadn’t diminished her one-sided attraction. With a small head shake at her own foolishness, she stepped into the elevators and pressed the third floor button. The doors whispered shut, and the plush cage ascended.

Then the sealed elevator triggered her aversion to small spaces. Mooning over Tey took a backseat to fear as she breathed through the daily trauma.

By the time Miranda crossed into her office, she’d shaken off the hopeless longing for the impossible male. A smart female wouldn’t waste her time on an unrequited attraction. Bright about most things, she couldn’t seem to move past her crush.

The problem with Tey, besides his total irresistibleness, was that every once in awhile, when he didn’t think she was looking, she’d caught him staring at her with the same kind of bitter yearning she knew too well. This thin excuse for hope kept her dreaming that someday he would get over whatever it was that kept him from sweeping her in his arms.

Right, it’s official, I’ve lost my mind in a rare case of insanity brought on by constant lust. Her lips quirked with self-deprecation while she turned on lights, shed her coat, and put away her handbag.

Once comfortably seated at her desk, she sipped her now drinkable coffee, and logged onto the club’s network. She cued up Saturday night’s video streams. Ten minutes later, she was still scanning images, suppressing a yawn, and waiting for the caffeine to kick in and give her sleepy brain a jump start.

The security camera focused on Tey, and suddenly she was alert and quivering with a tingling awareness. His right hand cupped a sub’s nape. The woman had to take two steps to every one of his to keep up as he herded her to one of the private rooms on the level below the main dungeon.

Miranda’s stomach clenched with relief or regret, she wasn’t quite sure which, maybe a little of both.

Tey occasionally played in one of the glass scene rooms. More often, like this time, he’d chosen an unmonitored private space. Although most of the club, including the restricted access playrooms, were equipped with cameras, only trusted members were allowed in the private area and the dungeon master on duty seldom overrode the non-surveillance settings.

When Tey crossed the threshold with his sub in tow, Miranda reached for the mouse, ready to click to the next video file, but the display stream flickered, and then continued. For some reason the motion activated cameras were live.

“This is going to get messy. Do you want your harness on or off?

His deep voice reverberated through Miranda’s body as if she were the submissive in the room with him.

The sub of the moment knelt in front of him, arms locked behind her back and her toned thighs spread. “Off, Sir.”

Miranda’s stomach clenched again, this time in envy. She recognized Diane’s toned curves and trademark leather harness. Although the woman was far too pretty for Miranda to like her, both she and Diane shared a discriminating appreciation for Tey’s numerous charms.

The submissive was a regular at LCN and practically a demon hunter groupie. To be fair, the submissives, including the much-too-lovely Diane, were attracted to the hunters’ male beauty, obvious strength, and powerful dominance. The women had no way of knowing they were playing with the world’s deadliest predators.

Tey bent for a second. His hand brushed the hem of his jeans in a blur of speed too fast for the camera to track. When he straightened a knife blade gleamed in his right hand.

“Are you going to cut me, Sir?” The beautiful woman sounded much too eager and too pushy as she added, “I would love to wear your mark, Sir.”

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