I had to give A Demon's Gift a new cover because the old one SUCKED!
It took me a while to realize it, but I finally did and made a change, I think, for the better. Much better!
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Here's an excerpt:
A throaty, sexy chuckle
reached her ears. Her skin instantly heated, prickled. Damn it. The cells were
soundproof, but somehow the guards or Bix always managed to leave his intercom on when she was in the
room. She whipped around and glared at him through the thick glass enclosure
which served as his prison. “Shut up, demon.”
His lips turned down in
an exaggerated frown. “I couldn’t help myself. Your childish gesture amused me.
And how many times do I have to ask you to call me by my name? Say it with
me—Argoth.”
It was his fault. The reason she had to keep
proving her fighting skills, the reason she hadn’t made certification, the
reason she was stuck down there every damn day. She’d learned to somewhat
resist the manipulation of several of the others she’d been pitted against but
not his. Amused him, did she? Well,
let him be amused. He might be her weakness, but she knew his weakness too.
She sauntered over to
his cell and slowly pulled her sweaty tank top over her head, exposing her
fight-toned stomach. His eyes darkened as they travelled slowly up and down her
body before finally settling on her breasts that were clad in only a thin
sports bra.
He was a sex demon and
had been denied all but self-release since being captured and locked up three
months earlier. Denying a sex demon sex was like denying a crack addict
crack—except the sex was actually good for the demon.
Her gaze dropped to his
crotch and she gulped at the unmistakable bulge there. That damn sexy chuckle
floated through the intercom again.
“Don’t play games you
can’t control, Delia.”
“I’m in perfect control.
You’re the one locked up. And don’t call me that.”
“Yes, I can see your perfect control. I’m certain it could
cut through this glass and free me. Think of what we could do if you freed
me…Delia.”
She followed his gaze to
her chest where her painfully hard nipples peeked through the fabric of the
sports bra. His voice dulled her good sense and images of what they could do
floated through her mind before she regained control and snapped out of it. Goddamn it.
“Whatever. At least I
get to go home, shower and find a lover.” She pressed her breasts against the
glass, lowering her voice to a sultry whisper. “When he’s deep inside me,
fucking me to ecstasy, I’ll think of you.” She blew him a kiss. He growled,
real anger contorting his handsome face. “Oh wait. No I won’t.” She flicked his
intercom off and flipped him the finger before leaving the room.
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