Basic Witch
Sometimes being an angel can be devilish…
Cal has problems…man problems. A torrid affair with Travis, a six-foot sex demon, has the celestial beings in a tizzy and she has been forced to make amends.
That’s the issue with having an angel for a dad. There are certain expectations—not to mention the fact that she’s also sharing her bed with a rather delicious warlock, Max. All she has to do is round up a few troublesome vampires and a rotten demon here or there and her work is done.
Or so she thinks…
Fallen Angel
We all have our demons, but some women have a warlock and an angel too…
Cal’s really not having a good day.
She convinced her lovers, Travis and Max, to leave their safe house in Montana and fly over to Budapest to save someone, but it was a trap.
And her relationships haven’t exactly been harmonious since Max found a new lover and Travis got a little too hot and heavy in the bedroom.
Now she’s tied up, she’s only got a handsome, weakened angel for company and she needs all her energy to defeat Seth Shaw once again.
Can Cal summon her lovers, escape from her binds and fix her love life before she comes face to face with her nemesis—or has this angel fallen for good?
All Hell
When all hell breaks loose, you call in the angel…
Cal, Travis, Max and new-guy Suriel are on the case. The paranormal convention is in town, and they are the star attraction.
But under the surface, tensions are bubbling. Max feels pushed out, Travis is dealing with a horny little problem and Suriel is in love.
Plus, there’s the little issue of Cal’s evil nemesis trying to take over the depths of Hell, one demon at a time.
Can Cal find harmony in her harem while once again saving the world?
It’s going to be a devil of a job…
General Release Date: 20th February 2024
He slammed my slender wrists against the cold, hard wall, closely followed by my back. “You like it rough, huh?” I growled. “Me too.”
Lifting my legs into the air, I wrapped them around his impressive waist, gripping on as tight as I could and thrusting his crotch into mine. The guy is already hard? This was going to be easier than I thought.
“I like it quiet.” It was the first time his voice had even given a hint of who—or rather what—I was dealing with. It offered a tinge of menace, a heavy serving of control. We were definitely in demon territory.
He slammed his lips onto mine, the familiar feeling of a forked tongue snaking its way into my mouth.
He raised my wrists above my head, so he could hold them with one hand, and he started to undo his belt with the other.
I relaxed my grip around his waist and pulled my mouth away from his. This was going way faster than I’d thought. I wasn’t averse to a little demon dick, but my own personal demon was quite against me sleeping with his brothers.
“Not yet.” What would work? He could take me right here, right now, but I needed just a couple of more minutes. “Uh, I want to be punished. Punish me first.”
His fiery red eyes lit up and I swear the cock that was pushing into my pelvis grew another five inches. “Have you been very, very bad?”
“So bad.” Like you wouldn’t believe.
Swinging me around, he flung me onto the bed and grabbed his backpack. Lord, don’t let it be teeth. I could handle whipping, pinching, slapping—even the odd candle burn didn’t break me—but oh God, I hated it when they went for the teeth.
He pulled out a leather three-tiered paddle. Oh, bless him. He must be new at this. I put on my most innocent face. “It won’t hurt too much, will it? I know I’ve been naughty, but I’ve never done anything like this before.” Where are the boys? If that thing hit my butt in just the right spot, I’d be coming in seconds and begging for more.
I hadn’t actually planned on sleeping with this guy, but he was pushing all my buttons. It would be too hard to resist.
He rolled me over onto my stomach, brushed his hand up my thigh, grazing my stockings, and pushed up my skirt. Swirling his hand around my butt—preparing it for action—he slid his finger slowly under the gusset of my thong, brushing my clit.
“You like that?” His voice was tender, almost gentle.
Fuck. This big old hulking hellboy was actually a bit of a romantic. Now I knew his lineage for sure.
“Not yet… I don’t want to come yet. I don’t deserve it.” I was really working the naughty voice tonight. A shiver of disgust went down my spine. When I was at someone’s mercy, it was generally on my terms, not theirs.
Not that I was complaining… There were worse missions than getting a little action with a sex demon.
He grabbed a pair of handcuffs from his bag, the familiar clinking sending a jolt of excitement up my pussy. When did I get so hot just at the idea of a little bondage? It wasn’t like my sex life was in any way boring. Quite the contrary. Maybe I was craving simpler times.
He leaned forward, attached my hands to the iron headboard and hovered over my body, the bulk of his cock rubbing against my naked butt.
The sound of hulking footsteps approached the door. I braced myself. A loud boom knocked the door straight through. The gang was finally here.
Travis grabbed hellboy by the throat and pushed him against the wall. He muttered a Latin word or two and, within seconds, the infernal fires had reclaimed their runaway.
A warm, smooth hand slid between my legs and a finger entered my pussy.
“What the hell, Cal? You’re wet enough for me to take you right now,” said Max, still breathless from charging into the room.
“Max, sweetheart, be a dear. Take your fingers out of me and undo these cuffs before you fuck me.”
Travis muttered something about being the only one who did any work and sauntered out of the room.
The cuffs unlocked themselves and I rolled over to face my beautiful Max, my Mediterranean magic man. He fluttered those long, dark eyelashes at me and bent down to peck me on the lips.
“You took your time,” I mumbled through his kiss.
“You’re on a fucking yacht, Cal, in St. Tropez.”
“What?” How the hell did I get here?
He closed his eyes and shook his head in despair. “You know how Trav gets in small boats. I had to row us here myself.”
“We really need to teach that man to teleport.”
He grinned, maliciously. “We need to get ourselves a decent demon.”
“You’re just jealous.”
“Not right now, I’m not.” He clasped my thighs. A few mumbled magic words and my thong was gone. “Right now, I’m about to finish what some other demon started.”
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