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DUEC, Demon Hunters III Snippet

October 14, 2014 | Teaser Tuesday

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Here’s a peek from Duec and Belinda’s adventure:


“Okay, you might’ve believed you had good reason to hang out.” Too bad it wasn’t because a sudden realization you love me madly, and jealousy drove you to desperate measures. Better yet, you wanted to ravish me, starting with tearing off my clothes with your teeth. Hey, no harm in fantasy, right? Sexy dreams are loads more fun than some new horrible threat. Goblins and grief-crazed females are shake-in-my-pretty-boots scary.

Belinda’s favorite erotic daydream starring Duec played, the images growing explicit. She willed herself not to blush and shut off the triple X show. If she wanted to be treated as a capable woman, then she needed to behave as an adult would, keep her head in the game, and stop drooling over her protector. Duec looked after her. The same way he did with the demon hunters, the civilians, the council—everyone he considered his. She’d reacted to his concerns like a the worst kind of bratty sub.

The male redefined stubborn, but it was her quick temper and tongue making him as uncomfortable as she felt. The awkwardness was all in her mind—beyond stupid. Duec had no idea she lusted for him in her heart. She crossed the half a dozen steps separating them and patted his arm. Muscles rippled under her touch, radiating welcome heat into every cell in her body. “Next time, just tell me, okay?”

He almost quivered with tension. “I’ll try.”

“Not good enough.” She kept her tone steady.” I’m definitely playing with fire, but I’m not stopping. Her rebel fingers curled into his forearm. An insane impulse to exact her own penalty for spying made her tug him closer, stretch up, and steal a kiss.

His lips were impossibly soft and so hot her mouth burned. He stood as rigid as a statue—an enormous statue with an inner nuclear reactor core.

The same irresistible urge to be close drove her to burrow into all that power. She wanted to set him on fire, ’cause burning alone was so wrong.

The brawny arm she’d been clinging to wound around her. A big hand cradled her butt. He lifted her until a hard rope of arousal pressed against her sex. She reveled in the sensation. His impressive erection meant the searing heat sizzling through her veins wasn’t just a humiliating manifestation of her mad crush.

Lovely relief gave her courage to wriggle nearer.

Duec took control, deepening the kiss.

All rational thought vanished beneath his molten caress. In her mind’s eyes, erotic images flashed of her naked, undulating, and begging for his mercy.

He cupped her head, holding her in place for a more blatant claiming.

Even the graphic pictures burned away. Nothing existed except his addictive taste and scent—dark chocolate with a kick of fiery spice and hotter sex. She licked into his mouth, sucking his tongue, desperate for more.

A deep rumble vibrated from his chest. Oh my. He nearly purred. The sexy sound reverberated inside her, bringing her frightening close to shattering from a freaking kiss.

Her icy control met Duec’s nuclear blast, and she melted. The evidence soaked her scarlet thong. In that moment, she would have given him anything. Her icy control met Duec’s nuclear blast, and she melted. The evidence soaked her scarlet thong.

Then he broke the kiss, boosted her over one broad shoulder, and locked one arm securely around her legs.

From her upside-down vantage point, she spotted her carryall dangling from his free hand as he strode out of the private room. She couldn’t kick, but she beat on his back. “Stop. You can’t carry me through the club like this.”

“Cloaked us.”

His words rumbled through her, halting her in midpunch. “We’re invisible?”


Handy trick. Her cheeks burned as his words registered. She could’ve accomplished the same thing with a simple spell if she hadn’t panicked. Okay, panic is too strong. I’m just flustered by a kiss totally worth a little fuzzy thinking. “Where are we going?”

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