Lead us into
temptation.
A demon's job is to corrupt as many souls as possible. But for Jaeryth, there's only one soul, one woman he's interested in: Logan Frost. When his obsession with her causes his performance to suffer, the Prince of Hell strips him of his demonic status and sends him to the mortal realm on one last mission -- turn Logan to Hell's side, or kill her. An eternity of torture awaits him if he fails.
Logan, a struggling singer and recovering meth addict fresh out of rehab, has no idea she's destined to change the world. She only wants to survive. But she's hallucinating black-eyed figures that no one else sees -- and when she meets Jaeryth, who can see them too, her instant attraction deepens. Still, something isn't right about this gorgeous stranger who's never tried chocolate and doesn't seem to know how pants work.
As the legions of Hell fight harder to destroy Logan before her powerful influence spreads, Jaeryth will be called upon to make the ultimate sacrifice. Meanwhile, Logan faces an impossible choice: save millions of souls... or the one who matters to her most.
A demon's job is to corrupt as many souls as possible. But for Jaeryth, there's only one soul, one woman he's interested in: Logan Frost. When his obsession with her causes his performance to suffer, the Prince of Hell strips him of his demonic status and sends him to the mortal realm on one last mission -- turn Logan to Hell's side, or kill her. An eternity of torture awaits him if he fails.
Logan, a struggling singer and recovering meth addict fresh out of rehab, has no idea she's destined to change the world. She only wants to survive. But she's hallucinating black-eyed figures that no one else sees -- and when she meets Jaeryth, who can see them too, her instant attraction deepens. Still, something isn't right about this gorgeous stranger who's never tried chocolate and doesn't seem to know how pants work.
As the legions of Hell fight harder to destroy Logan before her powerful influence spreads, Jaeryth will be called upon to make the ultimate sacrifice. Meanwhile, Logan faces an impossible choice: save millions of souls... or the one who matters to her most.
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Excerpt from Demon’s Song
Logan headed for her bedroom, feeling even less confident
that taking this guy in was the right thing to do. There was something off
about him—well, besides the obvious. People wandering around naked and beat up
wasn’t an everyday occurrence, but at least there was the possibility of a
plausible reason for that.
She couldn’t think of any explanation for a man who
apparently didn’t know what hungry felt like.
One thing she knew for sure was that he couldn’t hang around
naked. Because oh, God, that body was distracting, and she hated thinking that
way when the guy was in such bad shape. It was wrong on so many levels, not the
least of which was that she’d sworn off ogling men after the last one led her
down the path of spiraling destruction.
Anyway, he was putting some clothes on. And he wasn’t
staying.
She rifled through her sparsely filled drawers until she
found the only things she owned that might fit him—a worn pair of gray
sweatpants and an oversized night shirt with Tweety Bird on it. At least he
wouldn’t look so damned attractive in this stuff.
When she went back to the living room, the mystery man was
still passed out. Jaeryth, he’d said. No last name—not that she’d expected him
to give one if he was really on the run. She stood in front of the couch and
stared at him, trying to figure out why he seemed so familiar. It wasn’t
because of the two-minute meeting at the thrift store. Even then, she’d felt
this same shiver of recognition. Like he was an old friend dropping into a hole
in her life that she didn’t know had been there.
His eyes opened slowly and fixed on her. “Logan.”
Something in the way he said her name simultaneously
thrilled and terrified her. Standing here suddenly seemed like a bad idea. She
would just give him the clothes and distract herself in the kitchen finding him
something to eat…and despite her intentions, she wasn’t actually moving.
But he was. He straightened slowly, leaned forward and
stood. The blanket fell away. She was absolutely not going to look down. His
steady gaze held hers as he moved toward her, reached for her.
She really needed to stop him. And she wasn’t going to.
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