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Title: Demon Q
Author: Marie Johnston
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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Which one is the beauty and which is the beast?
Xan is used to going it alone. After all, there’s no one else to trust when you’re a demon in the underworld. But when the only two people she’s ever cared about are snatched and held to ensure her good behavior, she’ll do anything to get them back. So when she’s ordered to spy on a hideous, arrogant energy demon, she doesn’t blink…until Quution starts to look less like the enemy and more like salvation.
Quution never cared how ugly his disguise was until Xan started showing up, asking innocuous questions and distracting him with her curves. Now he wishes the beauty knew he wasn’t such a beast. But he won’t let Xan ferret out his secrets. Because he’s hiding one that’ll rock the underworld and change the fate of demons forever…if no one stops him first.
The chemistry between them is more than a case of opposites attract. But time’s running out for Xan, and as she gets closer to unraveling Quution’s plans, both will be forced to choose between the destruction of the realms or saying goodbye forever.
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Xan’s brimstone scent filled the room. The sulfur smell was part of him, part of his surroundings, but when Xan entered a room, her brimstone scent was…different. Enticingly different. There was a hint of lavender underneath. A purple flower to match her purple skin, though her hue was much darker.
Her eyes were nearly a solid black, but when he looked close enough—not that he ever did—they were actually a rich eggplant. Swirls of lighter purple lined her skin and were the only reason he hadn’t called her Mystique. Both characters were pigmented and deadly, but Xan’s eyes held a hint of vulnerability. It was why Nebula had popped into his head.
That was ridiculous. Xan’s specialty was targeting weak points in a person, whether it was their darkest fears or personal demons or a coveted treasure.
Why she hounded him down here, he couldn’t guess, but she was up to something.
For years, all he’d had were himself and his smarts. Xan had a plan and he was involved and he probably wouldn’t like it.
If he were more ambitious, he’d figure out what she was up to, but part of him didn’t want to know that she wasn’t bugging him because she had a raging crush. Disappointment was too much of a constant companion. As much as loneliness was.
He was so busy searching the records of his kind that she was sometimes the only being he talked to all day. All of his vampire—dare he say friends?—were happily mated and the underworld was fairly stable.
It wouldn’t last forever. There were too many loopholes in their governing system, if he could call it that. Part of the reason he was so isolated was to avoid dominance challenges for his position. One, he didn’t like killing others. Two, it was a time suck. Three, no one could best him anyway.
But the other Circle members were different. Even demons could have an off day and lose a fight, including those who’d won their spot on the Circle. Through meticulous intervention, he’d seeded part of the Circle with half-breeds, but they wouldn’t stay there for long if he didn’t find a way to prevent another upheaval from happening. And he’d bet his left toenails that the full-bloods were planning one. They couldn’t get past being ruled by half-breeds, and they certainly resented the necessity of cavorting with vampires to access the human realm. How full-bloods could be cunning and manipulative, yet dumb as a stone left him shaking his head.
Demons wanted more access to what they all called the human realm, despite the other creatures that lived there. It was humans that made creatures like him stick to the shadows. Their sheer numbers made them impossible to conquer or enslave, though that didn’t stop demons from trying. His kind wasn’t known for following the rules in any realm.
Xan sauntered closer. It was getting harder and harder to keep his eyes above her collar. She had the ripest breasts. His fangs throbbed every time they were visible in his peripheral vision. Even his prosthetic fangs ached.
He should shove her away instead of watching her bare ass slide across the top of the desk. Her scent bloomed in his nose until his blood rushed south.
The last thing he needed around the demoness was an erection. She’d bite it off and tease him with it.
He might let her.
About Marie Johnston:
Marie Johnston is an award-winning writer of paranormal and contemporary romance, and a RITA® Finalist. Marie decided to pursue her passion for writing and traded in her lab coat for a laptop to write her first book ever, Fever Claim. She lives in the upper Midwest with her husband, four kids, and two kittens. Other than hanging out with her family, Marie enjoys reading, movie dates with her hubby, getting outside on sunny days, and the all too rare – girls’ night out.
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