Cat Devon - The Entity Within

“He did.”

“And the two goons that were his Guys. But only because of the book.”

“He did that deliberately. They weren’t two Guys, they were really just a part of him. He just did that so that I might take pity on them. Their story about my mother sending them to hell was a lie.” She took a deep breath. “That dark magic my mother was working on when she died? She was directing it at Silas. Somehow she knew and was afraid of what would happen. So did our coven. They cast the spell that was the reason all those books in the library talked to me. They were trying to keep me away from books although they never told me that. I’m not sure why. Perhaps they were forbidden by the rules of magic. They didn’t tell me. They didn’t give me a choice. Just like you didn’t give me a choice. Didn’t the vampire Demon Hunter who turned you give you a choice? Weren’t you asked if you wanted to be turned?”

“You weren’t turned. You’re not a vampire. You’re still a witch.”

“Forever.”

“What, you were hoping to come back in your next life as a cat?”

“No. But I was hoping I’d be reunited with my mother on the other side someday,” Zoe admitted quietly. “She’s the one who charmed my bangle so we’d find the Latin chant to destroy Silas. I know she was.”

“You could be right. At least you’ve got your grandmother forever. I didn’t have any of my family. In fact, my brother died on the same battlefield I did.”

“You never told me that before.”

“I know, and I realize we’ve only known each other a few days.” He stood and came close to brush her damp bangs away from her eyes. “But we’ve got forever now.”

“Did you really kiss me and say you love me?” she whispered.

“I did.”

“Were you telling the truth?”

“I was.”

“Do you still love me now that I may be immortal?”

“I’ll have forever to prove it to you.”

“Or you could do a vampire pinkie swear,” Zoe said.

“How about an immortal pinkie swear?” Damon murmured against her mouth.

He linked his pinkie with hers.

“Are you swearing to be mine?” she asked.

“Are you swearing to be mine?” he asked in return.

“Yes.”

“Then there’s only one more thing left to be done.” He whipped the towel from her body.

Grinning, Zoe shoved Damon back so he landed on her bed. She lowered herself onto him. He’d removed his clothes in that millisecond.

“I showered. Downstairs,” he said.

She straddled his thighs and propped her hands on his chest before leaning in to lick droplets of water from his collarbone. “I’ve got you now, vampire.”

“Yes, you do.” He lifted her hips and brought her down on his erection. “And I’ve got you.”

His tumescence filled her. She rocked forward and then back before pausing. “Is this going to rob me of my magic again?”

“No, that was a onetime thing. This…” He reached down to thumb her clitoris. “This is not a onetime thing.”

His caress was direct and forceful yet tender and tantalizing as well. He was so erotically skillful, introducing her to new avenues of bliss.

Her earlier fears and misgivings scattered, blown away by the intensity of her increasing pleasure. She rode him and he guided her so that his long steady strokes created maximum ecstasy.

Her vagina clenched around him as she climaxed. He made her come again as his hips surged up, driving ever deeper into her welcoming depths.

This wasn’t just awesome hot sex. Damon loved her. He didn’t just drive her mad with his stubbornness, he drove her mad with his lovemaking. He’d saved her. They’d saved each other.

There was no holding back. She shattered in his arms, wild pulses of bliss oscillating through her.

She collapsed, unable to speak for a long time. “I love you, Damon,” she whispered against his throat.

“It sure took you long enough to say the words.”

“There’s no rush.” She ran her fingers down his chest past his navel to his vampire privates. “We’ve got forever.”

He grinned. “True enough, little witch.”

“Admit it.” She held him in her hand, her fingers gently caressing him. “You’re glad I came to Vamptown, aren’t you?”

“Damn right!” He flipped her onto her back and slid his fingers into her moistness. “And you’re glad you’re here, aren’t you?”

“I’m more than glad. I’m over the moon.” She ran her fingers over his tattoo so close to her own talisman. “A shooting star is only in the sky for a brief period of time.” She touched the talisman around her neck. “A star is there until the end of time. Just like us.”

Her eyes flickered from the fiery joy he was creating with his caresses—but before they closed, she saw his tattoo shift so that the shooting star became a star. Magic. Pure magic.

“Just like us,” Damon murmured. “Just like us.”

Coming soon from St. Martin’s Paperbacks

When Sierra Brennan opened the door to her new house in Chicago, she didn’t expect to find a naked man standing there. A very hot, sexy, well-built, and well-hung man, looking like he was hung-over. He made no attempt to cover up while she made every effort to keep her eyes on his face and not his privates.

“Thank God you’re here,” a woman wearing a corset and little else said from right beside Sexy Naked Guy. Sexy Naked Trespassing Guy. “What took you so long?”

“What do you mean what took me so long?”

“Who are you talking to?” Sexy Naked Guy asked. His voice was low and rough.

“Your girlfriend,” Sierra said.

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” he said.

“Look, I don’t care what your relationship is with her, but you are both trespassing so you need to leave right now. As soon as you get dressed, I mean.”

“I’m the only one here,” he said.

“Clearly that’s not true as I am here as well.” She punched 911 into her smartphone.

He moved closer and looked deep into her eyes. He had chocolate-brown eyes and thick lashes. His chiseled cheekbones made his face as sexy as the rest of his chiseled body. “You don’t want to do that.”

“You really don’t want to do that,” the corseted woman said.

Sierra already knew what she didn’t want. She didn’t want to screw up her chance to inherit this house. Several others had tried and failed to fulfill the thirty-consecutive-days residency requirement. She’d only met her great-uncle Saul Brennan once yet he’d listed her in his will. Yeah, he’d listed two older cousins of hers before her, but here she was anyway. They hadn’t stayed in the house. She would. Because she had a huge advantage.

Sierra was not afraid of snakes or spiders or things that went bump in the night. Especially things that went bump in the night. That was her specialty.

Sierra saw things most people didn’t. Yes, maybe it was a cliché, but she saw dead people. Ghosts. Spirits who for one reason or another didn’t or couldn’t move on to the other side.

Which was why she was able to write such good paranormal novels. Write what you know. That’s what all the pros said, and it was what Sierra did. Her S.J. Brennan books featured a vigilante ghost hunter and the challenges she faced in finding justice and punishment where needed.

Yep, she saw ghosts, and she was seeing them now as the corseted woman moved closer and shimmered with translucency. Which meant Sexy Naked Guy was a ghost too, right? She put out her hand to check. Her fingertips rested on his bare chest. His solid bare muscular chest.

“Why aren’t you leaving?” he growled.