Blaze wanted to sear the smile from his smug face, but she couldn’t move. She couldn’t even will a flame into existence, and lord knows she wanted to. He not only stole her powers, he stunted her spirit energy too. Didn’t help matters that she still suffered the muddling effects of the Warlock’s possession spell.
Lucius consumed another gulp, swallowing faster this time. “Do you feel the ache to call out to my Queen? I truly wish you would. I imagine she would break through any barrier to get to you. After all, she did conjure a moonlight mirror.” He released a breathy chuckle. “It’s unheard of for any demon to accomplish such a feat alone. She’s so powerful. If you would just call for her aid…” Voice lowering to a whisper, he sidled in closer. His death-tainted breath feathered her face. “We both need this. I’m not certain of what I will do to you should I be forced to wait any longer.” He brushed the back of his hand over her arm, making her flinch. Frozen goosebumps formed where he touched her. “Bring her to me. Let us both be freed of this torment.”
“No.” It became increasingly difficult to remain grounded. His presence, this place… It was breaking her down.
“This resistant will not help you, my dear?”
“Resistance is all I have left.”
“Words of a true hunter.”
“Hey, I don’t like this situation any more than you do. Steel should’ve left me with Spade. At least he’s funny.”
This wanka must think I’m here for his entertainment. Flipping her auburn ponytail back, Copper spun around to face him. “I have the right mind to kill you just to get rid of the persistent headache that comes along with your annoying voice. So, for the last time, shut it!”
“Kill me?” Crouched between the two patients, he paused on administering a shot to the girl with the missing leg. Wide frightened eyes rested on her. “You wouldn’t do that.”
She let a malicious smile slip across her lips. “I most certainly would, and in case you’re wondering, I would take great pleasure in it.”
Cautiously, he stood and scuttled further back into the vehicle. “You’re a soldier for mankind, not some ruthless murderer.”
“Laughable. I’ve been in your presence for no more than twenty minutes and you speak as though you know me, when in fact, you have no fuckin’ idea who I am.” Moving closer, she held onto the boy’s fear-filled stare. “What do you think I did before becoming an Andausian soldier? Bake cookies and read romance novels?” A snorting giggle erupted from her. “I’m equipped with a special set of skills. I can take life and cover my tracks without anyone being the wiser.”
“You—you’re just trying to scare me.”
“Am I?” She twirled her dagger between her fingers. “Let’s see. How would I conceal your unfortunate, yet timely death? Ah, I know. I’ll just say a demon possessed you. Yes, that’s it. A demon seized control of your mind, therefore, I had no other choice but to do away with you. After all, a possessed human is a lost soul.”
“Well, your friend Blaze…” he muttered, his voice shaky. “She’s been possessed. Do you think of her as a lost soul?”
And now he’s done it!
Fire ignited behind her eyes. In a flash step, she bolted into the truck. The sharp edge of her blade found his throat, jarring a startled gasp out of him. “You daft fool!” The stinging tears came back as a burning sensation inflamed her heart. “You just don’t know when to shut your fuckin’ pie hole!”
The saga continues…
Rayne, the Dragon Queen, is out for blood!
Her guardian, Blaze, has been abducted by a demon witch and a warlock, two powerful minions who are under the command of Satan’s spawn, Lucius. Demetri Bithanos, Rayne’s consort, is being held prisoner by a creature forged in the bowels of the demon realm.
Rayne and her team of battle angels share a spiritual bond with Blaze, a bond that can be exploited. When they make an attempt to rescue Blaze from her captors, they come face to face with another powerful foe.
During the assault, Rayne finds herself drawing closer to the demonic side of her nature. With her sanity hanging in the balance, Rayne may be forced to abandon her humanity and succumb to the monster inside of her.
BOOK 1.5
BOOK 2
BOOK 2.5
Before you read a word of this series, please read this disclaimer!
*WARNING: This series is NOT suitable for the faint of heart, prudes or those easily bothered by vulgar language, urban dialect, demon and vampire seduction that sometimes leads to biting, kickass female characters, sword-wielding bad asses, super-hot shifters who smoke a lot of weed, dark smutty sex that leads to three-way love scenes, massive orgies with a touch of murder in the mix, and extreme violence.* Consider yourself warned. 🙂
“Wait, Petra! Don’t go!” I dashed through the gathering of tall evergreens, slapping branches out of my way.
Her mass of wild hair swayed from left to right as she raced through the forest. She ran fast, so fast it was difficult to catch up. Soon, I lost the visual of her. She had disappeared.
“Petra!” I continued to move forward, hoping and praying she would come back to me. “Petra!”
“Yes, Argon?” purred a woman’s voice from the shadows.
I stumbled to a halt and glanced around my foreign surroundings.
She sauntered from behind a large oak, no longer a young lass, but a striking woman with bodacious curves that could shake the world. An impish smile curved her plush lips. Everything about her appearance was hypnotizing.
I couldn’t look away, even if I wanted to.
She was stunningly beautiful. Her slightly flattened nose, high cheekbones, and kissable lips were works of art. And her body… She swayed when she walked. Voluptuous breasts protruded from her chest in glorious splendor. Haloed at the tips were perfectly round areolas and hardened nipples. The chain she’d worn as a girl still resided around her waist, sparkling like diamonds against her swarthy skin and clinging lovingly to her wide hips. A triangular patch of dark curly hair covered her mons. She approached me with the lethal grace of a predator.
Panting helplessly, I reached out for her.
She skipped backwards and began to circle me, sashaying on her toes. She moved so fluidly, I thought she would twirl into a ballet at any moment. “Are you hunting me, Argon Quinn?” Her voice was a breath of silk, brushing over me like a soothing wind.
“I am,” I admitted with no shame. “You captivate me.” Like her, I had changed. My timbre had deepened greatly, my body had stretched. I was now a man, suffering the primal longing for the elusive siren before me. “Are you going to continue to make me chase you?”
“I think I will.” She ended her roundabout, tilted her head playfully, and then darted behind another tree.
Husky laughter shook my chest as I went in pursuit. “Such a teasing temptress.” I rounded the evergreen, and she wasn’t there.
She appeared from behind the adjacent tree. “You like to be teased and I like it when you chase me. It makes me feel wanted.”
I dared a few steps forward. “And want you, I do. Would you like to know what I plan to do once I get my hands on you?”
The question sent a visual shudder down her form. Her lips parted, eyes widened.
Taking one lengthy step, I lunged for her.
Determined to keep the space between us, she leapt backwards. “I would encourage you to enlighten me, but I’d rather you save it.” Leaving her girlish laughter echoing across the forest, she vanished behind another tree, only to reappear behind me. “You can surprise me…” Her breathy whisper feathered the shell of my ear. “That is, if you have the will to catch me.”
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