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Joanieâs dream has always been to give something back. Shubert, the kitty cat love of her life was her first rescue, and she was bound and determined to make volunteering at the Saving Furry Lives Shelter part of her reality. Joanie rescues a wolf pup and it bites her, setting off a chain of events she doesnât anticipate. Appearances can be deceiving and some bites are much worse than their bark.
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The beeping sound of the machines brought her back to consciousness. Joanie shifted, annoyed at the scratchiness of the sheets and batted at an errant strand of hair that had fallen in her face. Her body hurt. The scent of bleach assaulted her nose and the pain in her foot still throbbed, a steady prickly feeling that seemed to lurk just beneath her skin.
Something was off. She felt around for Schubertâs familiar warmth and found him missing. Her body slick with sweat, she groaned as her head swam from the slight movement.
Sheâd heard voices earlier. It made it hard to sleep when they kept coming in and out of the room. The prick of a needle in her arm, the pressure from hands moving her into a bed. It was all a blur.
Scratchy sheets and that weird chemical smellâ¦
Joanieâs eyes popped open and grew wider. Everything was a blah shade of faded white and dingy beige that might have been something not the color of used putty once upon a time. Maybe. The only color in the room was the powder blue curtain that hung from the track in the ceiling between her bed and the one next door.
Someone was there and by the sound of it, they were sleeping. The snores got louder and tapered off, only to resume once more. Shifting beneath the sheets she grimaced at the discomfort thrumming through her body.
A nurse bustled in and, upon seeing her awake, smiled.
âGood. Youâre up.â Her badge read âNina Barticolvaâ and she reminded Joanie of one of the Gibson girls the way her cheeks turned round when she smiled.
Joanie tried to sit but the IV in her arm yanked her back into a supine position. âOuch.â The sudden movement made her tired, her head still woozy from whatever happened to bring her here.
Why couldnât she remember?
She was out on a rescue mission with Timâ¦ then it all faded to nothing and, when she tried to bring it back, her head hurt.
âWoo,â Nina winced. âI wouldnât do that just yet. Weâre about to move you, but the doctor wants to have a look at you first.â
âUm. Okay.â Her head swam.
âI want to get your vitals.â The nurse put the stethoscope into her ears and placed the cold end of it on Joanieâs chest. Giving her a nod, she removed the device and looped it around her neck. Pulling a small device from her pocket, she clipped it on Joanieâs finger. It squeezed over the end of the digit and Joanie watched the small screen as numbers raced across it.
âI need your body temperature,â Nina replied with a smile.
âOh.â Joanieâs head was pounding and her skin felt hot all over. âWhy are you moving meâ¦â she started to ask, but the words faded away as she caught sight of the doctor.
A man in green scrubs came through the door, his presence taking the air from the room. Joanie gasped, his piercing eyes meeting hers. The prickling feeling plaguing her ramped up, leaving her hyper aware of the male as he approached.
Her nose itched and she sneezed, a funny itching sensation covering her skin.
His chiseled features were strong and his dark eyes held oceans of blue, like a tempest in a storm. A strand or two of his dark hair fell down over his forehead and he absently ran his fingers through it to put it to rights. His muscular frame flexed beneath the scrubs and for a moment she wondered if he would mind if she reached out and touched him.
âYou must be Joanie. Hi. Iâm Dr. Buchanan.â His full lips turned up in a smile.
A burst of heat slammed into her gut and she moaned aloud. An internal image of a female wolf reared her head, taking notice of the doctor in a big way. She was separate from Joanie, but connected to her at the same time, their desires co-mingling.
Mortified, she clapped her free hand to her mouth and lowered her head.
What the hell was that?
âDamn it.â Sylvia hung up the phone and met the eyes of her business partner, Paige. Together they had created the Shifting Hearts Dating Agency and, after many successful pairings, she hated having a fail on the radar.
âWhat?â Paige put her cell phone down on the desk and cocked her head.
âDr. Buchanan left; and I booked Cardiac CafÃ© just for him, too.â Sylvia got up from her desk and paced in front of the windows. âAll those great milk shakes. Itâs a shame.â
âYou know, youâre gonna have to break out the Aphrodite powers with that one. Heâs all business and no give.â
âNo.â Sylvia shook her head and nibbled on her lip. âI have a feeling somethingâs going to change for him.â
âLike what? Find some girl and break her arm so he pays attention to her for more than five seconds? I mean, did you see him at the restaurant? All he did was walk around once and then dig into his onion rings like a starving man. It was unhealthy.â
âYouâre just saying that because you wished he looked at you.â Sylvia laughed. âAnd those were good onion rings.â
âI donât know how you can eat that stuff.â Paige sniffed and held up her perfectly manicured hand. âAs a matter of fact, Iâm not interested in dating right now. But, I can also tell you, Iâve seen your boy hanging out with a couple of regular subs at Ventures.â
âYup.â Paige grinned. âThat boy is kinky as hell. I wouldnât be surprised by anything.â
âYou just never know. He was so quiet, and never brought it up on the questionnaire.â
âHe was probably embarrassed. Some people like to keep their lives private.â
âWell, that doesnât help us match him up with a potential mate.â
âTrue.â Her phone buzzed and she looked down, a frown marring her face. âTurn on the television.â
Sylviaâs eyebrows shot up. âYou sure about that?â
âOh. Yeah. Nevermind.â Paige jumped up from her seat behind the desk and grabbed for the remote. They had a small television in the waiting area but, more often than not, it was they who got the most use out of it.
âI killed the last one. Not touching it.â
Paige snorted. âYou are a technological curse on wheels, woman. No electronic gadget will ever be safe.â
âGoddess powers canât be contained.â
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Natalie Erinaceus is a woman on a mission: find her own mate. Enter Shifting Hearts Dating Agency. Lucas runs Scarlet Ink, a tattoo shop across from Ventures, a sexy as hell BDSM club. Jonathan is a bear shifter looking for love. When he finds Lucas, itâs one step in the right direction. He has one mate but can he convince a stubborn hedgie sheâs ready to be claimed by not just one mate, but two?
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âPaige, where in the hell did you put the password log book?â Sylvia groaned as she flicked on the computer and the logo for the Shifting Hearts Dating Agency flashed across the screen. The agency had been open for six months, growing a little more every day. Their wall of successful matings and marriages increasing making Sylvia eager to check out her newest applicants and see any potential matches. But she always forgot the password. Either that, or Paige was always changing it.
She bet the latter.
Tricky damned cat shifter.
A descendent of Aphrodite, helping others find love was in Sylviaâs blood. Nothing made her happier. One day sheâd find her own swoon-worthy prince charming, but at this pointâ¦well, she was content helping others. A tinge of sadness slid in and she firmly booted it away. The right person would come along at the right time, not before. This was her job, her chosen career and damned if she wasnât going to use her power for helping people. With a push if it required it.
But if she saw that damned incubus, Carter, again, she was going to shove his ass clear out the window. Cheating fucker. Heâd get his one day. She had people to help and it didnât do her much good to think about murder before sheâd at least had a cup of coffee. A really big cup too.
Everything here in Cypress Valley, Texas ran toward big and she hoped by setting up business here with the growing shifter population, her profits would start to be too. It was all great being descended from Goddess material, but if you didnât have the dollars to go with the lifestyle, then it wasnât so much fun anymore. Time to shake her money maker and get some romance in the air.
She got up from the desk, her new heels making her wince. She hobbled over to the kitchenette area in the back of the office and flicked on the overpriced individual cup coffee maker Paige insisted they buy. Her co-partner stood next to the counter, stuffing the better part of a jumbo blueberry muffin into her mouth.
âNow that is one big muffin.â
She held up a finger and kept on chewing.
âNice salute there, hun. Cat get up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?â
Paige growled around the muffin, her cat shining in her eyes.
âEwwww. Somebody is grumpy today.â Sylvia rolled her eyes and shook her head. Coffee. Lots of coffee. Then sheâd deliberate about food. And passwords. She eyed the flavored pods with distrust, knowing Paige was watching, and selected one that read Hazelnut. She popped it into place like Paige had shown her and hit the start button. A dribble of brown liquid began to flow from the machine and too late she remembered she hadnât placed a cup below the spigot.
âShit!â Sylvia scrambled and reached for the nearest mug, shoving it in place. The scalding hot liquid poured over her hand and she let out a yowl.
A choked laugh from across the kitchenette met her ears.
Still munching on her muffin with an innocent smile on her face, Paige grinned and gave a pinky wave.
Bitch. At least that was an improvement over the last finger, she supposed.
Sylvia gazed at her friend with narrowed eyes and ran her hand under the faucet. âThat wasnât nice.â
âSorry. But you made me almost inhale that one.â Paige snorted into her hand and popped the last of the muffin into her mouth. Not afraid of sporting her brunette curves, Paige was a kitty to be reckoned with, whether it was man or muffinâ¦or modern appliance.
âUgh.â Sylvia snatched up her cup and marched back to her desk, irritation prickling under her skin. New machines wigged her out. So did computers and newfangled cars. If she got too excited, her goddess tendencies could have adverse side effects to the point where Paige teased her that she must be related to Harry Dresden. At her blank look, sheâd sighed and flicked something up on her phone, twisting it so Sylvia could see. âYou know. The Dresden Files?â A picture of a book cover covered the screen.
Sheâd had no earthly idea what her friend was talking about. If it didnât have vampires or a hot scantily clad shifter, she didnât bother.
âYou need to read more than just smut, girl.â
But what was the point to that?
âSorry, Syl. The password bookâs in the drawer where I always leave it.â Paige maneuvered her way to the desk on heels so high Sylvia didnât know how she didnât fall on her impeccably made up face. âAnd unless you plan on sticking your mouth underneath the pour nozzle, Iâd have a cup ready next time.â
Her friendâs blazer and top worked well with the jeans and boots sheâd selected for the day. It was raining and knowing her cat shifter partner, sheâd rather be curled up in her bed with a pile of blankets than be out and about.
Paige clutched an oversize cup of coffee like it was her lifeline, pausing mid-stride to take a sip. The rest of her may have been spot on but her bleary eyes told a story. Sylvia wasnât sure she really wanted to ask.
âYep.â Paige set the cup down, the milky brown liquid sloshing dangerously close to the rim. âTried out a new venue last night and I think I found us a whole new segment of the shifter population.â
âReally?â Sylvia grinned, âAnd where did you go, pray tell?â
Paige glanced around, nibbling her lip. âIs Rafe here?â
âNope. I havenât seen your brother yet. Why?â
âGood.â A flash of cat in Paigeâs eyes revealed her excitement. âI went to Ventures.â
Sylvia wrinkled her nose. âWhere?â
âThe new bondage club on Fifth Street. It caters to humans, shifters, and other paranormals.â A smile lit up her eyes and she reached for the coffee again, sitting down with a wince. âThey had a kind of open house event and I wanted to check it out to see if there was any potential for us to join forces.â
Paige focused on her cup, a secret smile on her lips.
âDid you hurt yourself?â
Sylvia blinked. Ohâ¦.So that was how it was.
âSo you think weâll get some clients?â
Paige fidgeted in her chair and fired up her own computer. âYou just wait, girlfriend. I have a feeling before the day is out weâll be seeing something new coming across our desk. Now, where did you put the file on the Jefferson twins? I think I met someone that could give them a run for their money.â
About the author:
Erzabet Bishop is a USA Today bestselling author who loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Crave, Malediction, Map of Bones, Sanguine Shadows, Arcane (Prowlers and Growlers set),The Science of Lust, Wicked for You, Heartâs Protector, Burning for You, Taming the Beast, Mistletoe Kisses, Surrender, Torment (upcoming), Hedging Her Bets, Catâs Got Her Tongue (upcoming), Waking Up Wolf, Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Malloryâs Mark, The Devilâs Due (upcoming), Charity Benshawâs Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming), Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic CafÃ©, Sweet Seductions, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many anthologies. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies.
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Demons in Darkness Book Two
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Word Count: 57545
Page Count: 256
Release Date: 2017-05-11
Hotter than Hell and eager for sin...
Mallory is having a bad year, even for a succubus. Her adorable dog has transformed into the Devil himself, and she can't catch a date without someone dropping dead in her wake. Now a hot shifter detective is on Mallory's trail, and things are about to get dicey. Even a trip for a cut and curl can't ease her spirits. After Mallory rescues a dog in distress, her luck might finally be turning around. Sometimes the one you save saves you right back, and maybe that sexy investigator will turn out to be exactly what she needs as well. But someone from Mallory's past has a score to settle, and her hot new boyfriend may just end up on the menu.
All that glitters could be murderous...
Detective Bryce Richardson is a werewolf on a mission. A murderer is stalking the city streets, and all signs point to one very gorgeous lady with a string of one-night stands and a growing pile of bodies. Watching her with her blind rescue dog tugs on his heartstrings, and he finds himself falling for his chief suspect, hook, line, and sinker. A true mate is hard to find and when his animal speaks, he's learned to listen. But can Bryce keep his head long enough to solve the murders, or will he be next in the killer's sights?
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Bryce watched the blonde woman sitting alone at the table on the outskirts of the bar. Nursing his drink, he sloshed the remaining amber liquid in the glass and pondered going over and talking to her. Pretty and petite, he had a feeling she would be interesting to talk to. At one point, sheâd met his gaze and something tripped inside him, making the bold comment heâd planned sink into wordless nothing.
His wolf howled, pacing beneath his skin, definitely interested, the call to mate nearly boiling under his skin. Was she any different than the others? Barflies, he was learning, were not helping in his search.
There was no mystery as to what that meant in the shifter world. His animal had found a woman he wanted as a mate. But that didnât mean his human side necessarily agreed. He should be gearing up to go to his packâs gathering, but none of the females had caught his interest. And if not now, he couldnât imagine that would change in the two months when he was expected to go. All unmated wolves were required to attend.
His mate was right here, staring him in the face. But she wasnât a shifter, and he had to take care. It would have been so much more simple if she had been. Chemistry would have taken over, and that would have been that.
If he were smart he would walk away and just plan on going to the gathering. But there was something about her, drawing him closer like a fly to honey. Heâd walked by the table earlier, and her scent had snared him, his cock hardening.
Huh. Fly. The irony of the thought made him cringe.
Bryce had seen her here once or twice before, but sheâd been with two guys. The one from before and another guy. Theyâd always laughed and had a good time. But today sheâd been down, barely meeting the other guyâs conversation from the looks of it.
His wolf rumbled in his chest, unhappy with his choice to remain an observer. But something told him all wasnât as it seemed. As soon as the thought came, it went as he watched the woman his wolf wanted as a mate.
Heâd brought other women home, but it was always her in the back of his mind. No matter the curves. But damned if she wasnât always dating some other guy. The man she was with before had gotten up and left, but sheâd stayed. Was she meeting someone here?
Sheâd danced with one of the guys from the bar, but one song later and she was back at her table, a new drink in hand.
It was now or never. Before some other asshole decided to get in his way.
And he was tired of keeping his distance.
He stood, his pulse thrumming under his skin and made his way over to her table. Her blonde hair cascaded down around her heart-shaped face, her eyes twinkling with merriment as she took him in.
âIs this seat taken?â
She glanced up at him, a smile playing at the corner of her lips. âNot anymore.â
The little dog rested against Malloryâs chest. Exhausted from the events of the day, she carted her purse, the bottle of pills, bowls, a bag of kibble, her new prescription cards and the cans of wet food the vet seemed to think were must-haves all the way up the stairs to her second-floor apartment.
The vet had woken them both up after about an hour to check the pupâs progress and then carted him away for a quick bath. The dog returned to her promptly, tail wagging, and they took off, the scorch marks still steaming from her credit card.
She could do this. Be the person the little guy needed. He didnât have anyone else.
Yeah. And thatâs worked out so well for you in the past.
She willed her internal voice to shut the hell up. Pets were different than men. And dogs were different than a goldfish. They told you when they were hungry. Or at least she thought they did.
Heâd slept peacefully on the seat next to her all the way home, and when she stopped, he barely perked up as she jostled him and the rest of her parcels to her front door. Finagling her keys, she kicked the door open with her foot and shut it unceremoniously with her mud-covered ass.
âThere.â She tossed the bags onto the kitchen counter and carried the little guy back with her to the bathroom.
âShower time, kiddo.â
This was going to be weird. Mallory nibbled on her lip and pondered what to do with him while she was in the shower. Terrence wasnât a problem. She knew what to expect from him, but this little, unnamed pup was something else entirely. The vet had also told her to make sure there was nothing that he could run into and hurt himself. After her shower, that was right up there on the list.
She lowered the little dog down on the floor, towel and all, just inside the bathroom and hustled to the bedroom closet to divest herself of her clothes. She felt disgusting. Covered in mud and hair and God only knew what else, it was time to get clean.
A yip sounded down the hall, and she hurriedly stripped. Dropping her clothes in the hamper, Mallory streaked back down the hall to the bathroom. The little dog had gotten up and started exploring, bumping into everything in sight.
And why did she get the distinct scent of brimstone?
âHey there, buddy. How you doing?â The little dog whined and made his way tentatively toward her. She scooped him up and gave him a kiss on the forehead. âWell, hi there.â He gave her a look and nuzzled his head against her cheek, his little tail wagging.
âWhat do you think I should I name you?â She really had no idea. The dog nosed her again and gave a snort. âWhat do you think of Doodle?â
The dog made a little whining sound, and his eyes took on a distinct shade of red.
âWell, I donât hear you making any suggestions.â
That explained a few things. Puppy in the street when Luc had told her to get her hair done. Only an idiot wouldnât put two and two together. Her bestie had sent her a hellhound.
Mallory grinned. She should have known he wouldnât forget to make sure she was protected.
Mallory reached over and shut the bathroom door. âYou stay in here while I get cleaned up. Then weâll feed you and talk about the rest, OK?â
The little dog cocked his head and wrinkled his forehead as if he were trying to figure out what she was saying.
âHere.â Mallory reached inside the bathroom closet and plucked out a large towel. She reached under the vanity and laid out the towel, bunching it up to be sort of like a dog bed.
Then it hit her. She hadnât gotten him a bed.
âWeâll get you fixed up, sweetie. Donât you worry about a thing.â But she knew getting a dog bed was probably going to be a futile endeavor. Terrence had slept with her every night, and part of her hoped the little guy would be similarly inclined. Sheâd never slept so well in her life as when sheâd had his tiny warmth snuggled up next to her. Inviting the devil into your bed for night nights should have given her nightmares. As long as he was a cute little Chihuahua everything was fine. Luc was a gentleman.
Speaking of Luc. She went back to her purse and snagged her phone, shooting him a pic of the dog.
Your replacement. Traitor.
Let him sink his teeth into that for a bit. Mallory grinned and went back to her shower preparations.
âWhy donât you lay down here, honey?â She picked up the dog and deposited him in the towel bed. âStay here.â She turned on the shower and jumped underneath the warm spray, letting the water take away the grime, grit, and mud from her day.
Mallory should have known it was too quiet. Strawberry shampoo and lavender soap reinvigorated her, and as she stepped out onto the mat, she felt her toes sink into something warm and squishy. Then the smell hit her.
The dog raised its head from the towel and snuggled in deeper.
At least he was beginning to know his name.
âYouâ¦youâ¦ugh!â Mallory put her foot back in the shower, wrenching on the water and removing the sprayer from the showerhead above it. Squirting the unholy mess off of her foot, she soaped it and sprayed it again. âThat was nasty.â
Mallory emerged from the tub and cursed. Sheâd forgotten to grab a towel for herself from the bar across the room. Edging around the poop and dripping water everywhere, Mallory stepped onto the rug and carefully navigated her feet to avoid touching it again.
How could such a huge pile of crap come out of such a small dog? Mallory curled her lip in disgust, and she looked at the dog with horrified wonder.
She kicked the rug over and reached for a towel, trailing water across the floor.
Tucking the towel around her, she started to go for the soiled rug when the doorbell rang.
About the author:
Erzabet Bishop is a USA Today bestselling author who loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Crave, Snow (Three Times More Lucky Box Set), Malediction, Map of Bones, Sanguine Shadows, Arcane (Prowlers and Growlers set), The Science of Lust, Wicked for You, Heartâs Protector, Burning for You, Taming the Beast, Mistletoe Kisses, Surrender, Torment (upcoming), Hedging Her Bets, Catâs Got Her Tongue (upcoming), Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Malloryâs Mark,The Devilâs Due (upcoming), Charity Benshawâs Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming), Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic CafÃ©, Sweet Seductions, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many anthologies. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies.
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Title: Nola Naughty Nine
Guilty pleasure. Perfect Sin.
New Orleans gets in your blood. Like sweet chocolate or a decadent bite. Ancient mysteries hide behind hidden doorways, and messy love happens in the dim bar lights of the French Quarter. Follow us through nine tales of love found through need, pain, desire, and inhuman temptations. Contemporary, paranormal, menage, or gender bending, we've got it all, in one perfect package. Just like the city itself.
9 Erotic Romance Tales in the Big Easy
Bayou Shadows by Erzabet Bishop
Voodoo dreams and buried lies bring Delia to New Orleans. A sexy shifter with secrets of his own might just get her to stay...
Sultry by Amanda Byrne
Ash is really fuckin' tired of being a virgin. Rory's suddenly got an urge to seduce him. But can their friendship survive?
Sinfully Hot by Tina Donahue
A hotter-than-sin reaper. A badass demon. Hell doesn't get steamier than this.
Playing with Fire by Margaret Madigan
When Vlad Golakov is sent to New Orleans to find a missing woman, he plans to get the job done quickly, then enjoy the Big Easy. He doesn't expect to fall in love with the woman-turned-werewolf or teach the pack's alpha that when you play with fire, you're bound to get burned.
Creole Corsair by Wren Michaels
Sabine Chauvet needs closure on her family's past. But when she runs into Jasper Carrington, her old high school crush, the one thing in her past she wasn't searching for finds her instead.
Phenomenal by LeTeisha Newton
We all lose, and it snatches our souls right out our chests. When I lost her, I wanted to destroy the world with the same bloody hands I used to pound my enemies. When I win her back, she won't get away again. I'll risk my life for it.
Change of Heart by Liv Rancourt
Preacher always said New Orleans was a den of sin, so of course Clarabelle had to see for herself...
An Evening at Crossroads by Kate Richards
They broke every taboo, an ancient vampire, an exotic shifter on the run sharing gay romance under the roof of the newest and most daring club in New Orleans
Lion of Frenchman Street by Teresa Noelle Roberts
When saxophonist Peter Lyons invites New Orleans newcomer Kelsey into his world of jazz and kinky sex, his dominance ignites her body and his music speaks to her soul. But Peter's hiding old pain and when Kelsey's offered a job out of town, everything goes out of tune.
Excerpt: Bayou Shadows by Erzabet Bishop
He was wild in Deliaâs arms, his body filling hers with an almost violent claiming. His hips thrust against her, grinding his body into hers down to the very root of him.
She cried out, wrapping her leg around his waist as he withdrew and came back again with an animal ferocity that made her want to weep. He lowered her to the ground, careful to pull her skirts beneath her so she wasnât against the cold ground and fucked and filled her until she bucked beneath him, her fingers clawing at his back as another orgasm tore through her body in waves.
Stefan roared, his hips thrusting forward in a final push, his body emptying inside hers, filling her with his seed. He lowered his head to the soft flesh of her shoulder and sank his teeth into her, holding on as the waves of pleasure and pain carried them both to another place and time.
Something shivered to life and broke inside her, and the power of his touch awakened pieces of her soul she hadnât known existed. The broken shards of Charlesâs shattered spirit melded with her own, but so did the lineage her mother had tried so hard to protect her from.
A black man with long braids flowing loose around his head, dressed in a suit and bright red dress shirt, winked at her in her mindâs eye, his lips twisted up into a devilish smile.
âWelcome, daughter.â He laughed, throwing his hands out, the host of spirits of swirling around him like they had her all her life.
She heard her motherâs voice in her mind again.
There is a why, baby. Someday youâll understand. Then itâs up to you.
Papa Legba. Conduit to the underworld and master of the crossroads.
Image after image tumbled into her mind. The lineage of the Maries in one long vision Delia could hardly keep separateâso she didnât bother trying. It was a part of her, like the ghosts and the caramel color of her skin, and it would take her a lifetime to understand it all.
But she would have time.
Stefan would see to that. Just like she would make sure they had a future.
The sound of drums rumbled in the distance, and she laid a hand on Stefanâs back as he froze.
âYou hear it, too?â
âWe have to go.â He stared down at her with eyes bright as the moon above. âTheyâll be here soon.â
But, even as she asked the question, Delia knew the answer. Her people were coming and they were coming for her. Because if they didnât, there would be hell to pay. The darkness was here and it was hungry for blood.
About Erzabet Bishop:
Erzabet Bishop is an award winning and bestselling author who loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Crave, Snow (Three Times More Lucky Box Set), Malediction (A Wicked Halloween Box Set), Map of Bones (upcoming-A Wicked Affair Box Set), Sanguine Shadows (Vampire Bites Box Set), The Science of Lust, Wicked for You, Heartâs Protector, Burning for You, Red Hot (upcoming), Bayou Shadows (Nola Naughty Nine) Hedging Her Bets (Alpha Fever Box Set), Catâs Got Her Tongue (Alpha Heat Box Set), Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Malloryâs Mark (upcoming),The Devilâs Due (upcoming), Charity Benshawâs Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming), Sigil Fire, Glitter Lust (upcoming), Written on Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic CafÃ©, Fantasies in Red, Sweet Seductions, Holiday Cruise, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts: Jess, Temptation Resorts: Marnie, Taming the Beast, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many anthologies. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies.
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