Synopsis:
Bitching angels, grumbling demons, and one
obnoxious incubus. Karma’s hands were already full dealing with her diverse
staff and humans who can’t seem to just love one another. Add in two pride
demons from the pit with a chip on their shoulders, a wannabe demon hoping to
take over as the Ruler of Hell, an archangel with his sights set on the
loftiest of thrones, the upcoming Sin Convention, and Karma is left
overwhelmed.
To make the week worse, her incubus
website designer, Thadeus, has been trying to lure her into bed for the last
three thousand years, and shows no signs of giving up any time soon. Everything
is on the line, including her position. Falling in love with Thadeus could only
make matters worse. She truly believes she isn’t meant to have a happily ever
after. Besides, demons aren’t capable of love—or are they?
When all hell breaks loose, literally,
Karma must decide whether to stand up and fight for everything she has ever
known, or let it go. Love dangles in the balance. Are the two of them nothing
more than pawns stuck between good and evil like she had always believed? Or
have thousands of years of diligent service earned her the happily ever after
she deserves?
This tale is written in multiple points of
views from the perspectives of angels and demons, based on how they might react
given the situation they are in. This story is not meant to disregard or make
fun of religious beliefs in any way, nor in any way discount any persons or
religions.
Approach this book and understand that it
was written as a light-hearted, slapstick, romantic comedy. A 'Three Stooges
collides with good and evil' type of tale. If you don’t enjoy laughing,
smiling, or otherwise enjoying yourself, this book isn’t for you. If you are
looking for a light, feel-good read, this may be what you’re looking for.
Excerpt:
Thadeus plucked the empty glass from her
fingers. “Stress isn’t a good look on you. Let’s dance.”
With a wave of his hand, the jukebox
record skipped and an upbeat Latin tune began to play. He tugged her hand,
urging her to follow him to the dance floor. Angels and demons cleared the
floor, no doubt because Thadeus made them. Such immense power, she chanted
inside her mind. Gotta love a powerful demon. An abrupt twirl and Karma spun,
smacking up against his chest. Damn, he smelled so wonderful. His hand slid to
the small of her back and he swiveled his hips against her.
Oh, hell. The Lambada. The forbidden
dance.
The music echoed in her ears as their
bodies came together in a sinful display. Thadeus led with confidence, causing
her body to move in ways she hadn’t realized she was capable of. His rock hard
body pressed against her, hands gliding down her back to her hips, stopping to
squeeze and grind his hips against hers.
Their eyes connected. Fierce emotions were
communicated, warring with lust and hate, overpowering and intoxicating. He
dipped his head down and kissed her neck. His breath was on her neck, their
bodies in perfect rhythm, hands seeking to touch. Slowly he turned to look up
her, lips dragging up her throat to her chin. Need radiated from the depths of
his gaze. Their lips were so close. She wanted to kiss him again, wanted to feel
the heat once more, but fear gripped her, because if he kissed her now, she
wouldn’t say no… to anything.
Thadeus nipped her chin and smiled so
seductively, eyes twinkling with promise. She felt safe and loved in his arms.
He held her as if he cherished her, adored her, and she was dangerously close
to losing her control. “Need me, Karma. Want me,” he whispered and grazed his
lips over hers. “Say the word and I’m yours.”
“Kiss me, Thadeus,” she said, unable to
ignore the centuries of emotions for him that kept her up late at night. Her
future was uncertain and looking bleaker by the day. If her world as she knew
it ended next week, she damn sure wanted to go out with a bang.
Heat enveloped her, starting from her head
and trailing down to her toes. Thadeus was using every bit of incubus magic on
her and it was the most amazing feeling. Not a part of her body felt untouched.
Everywhere zings of pleasure raced across her skin until she was short of
breath.
“I want you, Thadeus. I need you,” she
whispered and he groaned, twirled her once last time and they poofed out of The
Hole.
Dizzy from the abrupt transport, Karma
opened her eyes. Thadeus held her, pleased with his choice of location. Her
feet were bare, sand pushing up between her toes. He trailed a finger over her
bottom lip, leaving a buzz behind. “I have never wanted anything more than I
want you at this very moment.”
Karma felt her eyes sting. No one had ever
gazed upon her the way Thadeus did and it warmed the cold region of her heart.
No emotion, she said to herself. This was about letting go. It was about living
her existence to the fullest. It was about giving in to a desire that had raged
for centuries.
No regrets.
“Take me, Thadeus. I’m yours.”
Every touch and every kiss resonated in
Karma’s soul. Passion and lust, want and desire—her blood flowed at a quickened
pace, heart racing, skin tingling. The buzz that raced over her skin was
especially delightful, sort of similar to having low voltage electrical probes
attached to her pressure points. She hummed, enjoying every region he affected,
which seemed to be all of them.
With little effort, Thadeus swept her up
in his arms and carried her toward a bed with an amazing backdrop. Waves
crashed in, creating a gentle and pleasurable roar. He gently laid her down,
placing chaste kisses from her collarbone to her neck. When he reached her ear,
he murmured in a dark tone, “Mine.”
His body covered her, his weight a
reminder of his size and strength. Breathing became problematic, but who needed
to breathe? Every part ignored the lack of oxygen she took in and yearned for
more. “Thadeus,” she moaned and clutched his muscled chest, unable to believe
how her body responded to him, how he made her feel. “I had no idea.” And by
idea, she realized he’d been holding back all these years.
Thadeus chuckled in an arousing tone,
sending more desire flooding throughout her system. The sensations pushed her
toward orgasm, and all she could do was hold on, and allow her body to give in.
A cry of ecstasy combined with the sounds of the waves, words unintelligible,
and at that point, not worth speaking.
As her body contracted and released, she
offered a contented sigh, realizing they were both still fully clothed.
Apprehension caused her to tremble. If Thadeus could take her to such heights
with her clothes on, what would happen with them off?
It was then she recalled a demon once
saying, “Once you have an incubus, you’ll be ruined for anything else.”
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Hennessee plots by day and writes by
night. Her creativity seems to be at its highest when the world around her
slumbers. As a mother of two, she is prone to fits of insanity, random
babbling, and answering her own questions. She has an affinity for things that
go bump in the night, mythology, ancient religions, and history. Geeky to the
core, she loves to laugh, goof off, and make people smile while interjecting
crazy historical facts that make her husband often roll his eyes.
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