Greydon has two important missions: Find his brothers and rescue his people. His duty becomes complicated when he's forced to beg a human to save his life.
Aimee Jarvis always considered her bookstore a detour to bigger things. Little did she realize her next stop would be the intriguing world of a demon prince. Yet, she finds the dangerous Greydon alluring.
While their attraction continues to burn, they both deny what their hearts already know. It will take the mystery of an ancient civilization and a shocking discovery for them to admit their desire.
Greydon followed the trail of the Concosa demon he’d been hunting since his parent’s death. The creature continued to test every shred of his patience. The only thing that kept him going was the sweet taste of revenge, and he couldn’t wait for its bitter flavor to coat the back of his throat. He’d already chased Threydor to the ends of the earth and back over the past year, but this time he would finally succeed and kill the bastard. The poison-laced bullets he carried would ensure his success.
He had to take him down now. Time was running out, and he needed to end his enemy’s life before his five-hundredth birth date in two weeks. The time when he would be required to keep his date with the goddess Uuna and her ass of a husband Zolar, for his seven days of hell. Or as his people had so fondly nicknamed it…the Pits.
He called upon his power and summoned a portal that led to the human world above. He hated going up there, but then again, there were a lot of things in life he hated. One of them was the bastard he chased, the one who had killed his parents and destroyed his family’s kingdom. The same one who had taken his brothers and friends prisoner. He prayed to the goddess everyday that they were still alive, and he could save them and reclaim his home.
When the vortex appeared he stepped inside. Within seconds, he transported to a dark alley; the nip in the air bit his skin. It would figure he’d have to go topside when the humans were in the midst of their fall season.
Scanning the area, he caught the stench of his intended victim and slipped between the buildings toward a flickering light. The demon’s scent grew stronger. Greydon’s grip on his pistol tightened, and he hoped for a clear shot. Hand to hand combat with Threydor was not something he relished. The demon had several hundred years on him and therefore was more powerful.
“Help! Someone please…”A female scream turned into a muffled cry.
“Shit.” He should have tried harder to kill his enemy before letting him escape topside. Too late now, either he reacted or let the woman perish. Even he wasn’t that much of an ass. He slipped around the corner and spotted the demon struggling with its intended prey. No way could he get a clear shot without possibly injuring or even killing the girl, so he took the only option available.
“Let her go and you can have a piece of me.” He stepped into the dim light that bounced off the pavement from the street lamp above, knowing Threydor would be unable to resist his offer.
The demon snarled, showing his pointed teeth, and shoved the girl aside. Just a little closer and he could shoot.
A stench filled his sinus cavity and it came from behind him. Son of a bitch. He should have known Threydor would never travel alone. How could he have been so careless? With rapid reflexes, he spun around on the balls of his feet. Reaching for the blade strapped to his thigh with his left hand, he aimed the gun in his right and prayed to the goddess Uuna that he came through unscathed.
The demon leapt from the shadows and swiped a clawed hand at his chest, but Greydon managed to jump back in the nick of time. He fired his weapon. The bullet missed its target.
“Look out behind you!” the woman yelled. Why the hell was she still here and not running for her life? He didn’t need another distraction.
When she is not busy creating a world full of steamy, hot men and strong, seductive women, she juggles her time between a full-time job, hubby, and her German Shepherd dog, in Northern IL. Valerie is a member of Romance Writers of America and Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal Romance Writers. She is also the founder of Sexy Scribblers, a group of romance writers who bring readers new and fresh stories every month.