by Tina Donahue
Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance
Don’t ever trust a demon. Unfortunately, Megan has learned that lesson too late. The deal she made to save her sister’s life––has landed her in hell temporarily and about seventy years early. And now she has three sexy demons trying to tell her what to do.
Nope. Not going to happen.
These guys have never had to deal with such defiance. Andros figures she’s due for some erotic discipline, which he’ll happily provide. Racan’s pure alpha, his hardcore plans include bondage and submission. Quiet yet intense, Vespar expects endless kink to spice up their carnal play.
Who would have ever expected she’d end up falling for them? Too bad demons can’t be trusted…because someone is trying to kill the magic and threatening her stay in this lusty world.
She didn’t understand. “Gentleman’s what?”
“Club. It’s where the commotion is coming from.”
The wall trembled, pictures and mirrors jounced, crappy music swelled, and women and men bellowed in either pain or ecstasy.
He smoothed his pants. “You’re on duty twenty-three-seven and—”
“What? Wait.” She wasn’t staying, but if she couldn’t find a way out she wasn’t putting up with that shit. “Are we talking hours and days here, or is there another way you measure time?”
“We use eternity as the standard. Endless. Ceaseless. Infinite. Or whatever term you prefer.”
The room swam. This couldn’t get worse, unless he shot spikes at her as she schlepped booze to who-knew-what in the club. “You’re saying I get one freaking hour off each day?”
“You sound surprised.” He lifted his chin, dimples gone, manner wounded. “No matter what you’ve heard concerning this place, we’re not bastards. We care about our condemned.”
Hysterical laughter bubbled in her throat. It died on a whimper. “I. Do. Not. Belong. Here.”
His demeanor cooled. “We don’t get involved in contract disputes. Be grateful your sister’s on the mend.” He tapped his thumbs against the desk. “About your clothes…”
“What about them?”
“They need to go.”
“What?” She stepped back and ran into the ornate door, which had returned without a handle or knob. “No. Damn. Way.”
He glanced to the side and then back, his commanding stare hardening. “You can’t wear what you have on.” He gestured to her running shoes, jeans, and tee then wrinkled his nose at the message on it: Feminist as Fuck. “Hard Lust is the ultimate experience down here. Our patrons expect a certain flair. Quality if you will.”
Song lyrics poured in, each word more obscene than the last. The images in the porn pictures came to life, the same as the statues, the guys balls deep in females and males, the mirrors reflecting everything.
She clenched her jaw.
He put out his hand. Several leather straps, similar to narrow belts, appeared and hung over his palm. “Your uniform…and shoes.” Five-inch stilettos took form, dangling from his fingers.
The uniform had less material than the heels. Dental floss would have covered her better. She wanted to barf and resist, settling on the latter. “As I’ve already stated, no damn way. You forcing me isn’t—”
“Forcing you?” He looked perplexed. “You made the bargain, my partners and I didn’t. Now that you’re here, our job is to run this place. Like working in Hard Lust is yours, while you’re in uniform. Which the other women have worn without complaint, question, or comment.”
“They’re not me.” She arched an eyebrow. “I still say no.”
He swung from confused to annoyed to pensive. “Look, we use dim lighting in the club, except for the exhibitionist, voyeur, and discipline areas…and the spotlights, which you’ll see when you get there. If you’re sensitive as to how you’ll look in your uniform, you’ll—”
“Seriously?” For the first time, she approached him, frustrated and tired of men objectifying and marginalizing females so they could rule the world. They were almost as bad as the beauty industry getting rich off women’s insecurities that they caused. “I’m not ashamed of my looks. I couldn’t care less what anyone thinks of my appearance, including you. As far as going topless, I don’t see the problem. How come guys get to strip down, but women can’t? I’d guess it has everything to do with men’s inability to control themselves.” She breathed hard. “Don’t ever think I have issues with this, because I don’t.”
He offered a sympathetic look. “Sure about that?”
In a perfect world, she would have slugged him. Being here, she pulled off her tee and bra, tossed both aside, and cupped her boobs. “I dare you to tell me anything is wrong with these babies.”
He stared at her tightened nipples, his lips parting. “Now that you’re on board, I say ditch the rest.”
Right. She shouldn’t have expected a different response, but was surprised she’d stepped into his trap so easily. However, what he wanted wasn’t happening. Capitulation had never been in her nature, not even down here. “You first.”
He pushed away from the desk.
Although tempted by his raw magnetism, and hating herself for it, she stepped back and bumped into something.
A statue. The stone guy grabbed her ass, then slid his fingers between her legs on a collision course with her clit.
Enraged, she slapped him. Gah. Agonizing pain shot from her palm to her wrist. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Blinking back tears, she waved her hand to stop the hurt.
Andros maintained his unshakable cool despite her being dumb enough to smack marble. “You all right?”
In this X-rated Twilight Zone? She refused to answer or play further into his games and give him another chance to mess with her head. His authority and powers allowed him to do whatever he wanted, but she’d resist, maintaining her dignity, and would stop him…somehow. “What do you think?”
“My guess would be no.” He tapped his jaw. “That’s too bad, but maybe it would help if I explain something. The concept here is simple. I command. You obey.”
She ground her teeth.
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About the Author
Tina is an Amazon and international bestselling novelist who writes romance for every taste – ‘heat with heart’ – for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic novels were Readers’ Choice Award winners. Another three were named finalists in the EPIC competition. One of her erotic contemporary romances was chosen Book of the Year at the French review site Blue Moon reviews. The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for one of her erotic romances. Two of her titles received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition. Another two won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.