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When a hotter than hellfire demon accidentally makes a deal condemning Crimson to an eternity of satanic servitude, they'll have to go to hell and back to outsmart the devil and save the witch's soul.
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As Crimson and Sophie made their way toward a table, the hottest demon this side of hell
approached, his dark brown eyes flashing red as a devilish smile curved his full lips. Crimson’s
stomach fluttered as she took in all six-feet-four inches of his solid, muscular frame. Even with
her heels on, he was taller than her, and that tipped the sexiness scale in his favor. Not that he
needed any help.
With dark, wavy hair, a light brown complexion, and strong, masculine features, Mike Cortez
looked like sin on a stick. Exactly the type of man she needed to stay away from.
Holding a glass of whiskey in one hand, he stopped in front of them and took a sip, his eyes
locking with hers. “A witch and a werewolf walk into a bar. There’s a punchline in there
somewhere.”
“And they walk right past a demon.” Crimson held his gaze—and her breath—as she stepped
around him. The signals in her brain went haywire, part of her wanting to run as fast as she
could, and the other part wanting to grab him by the shoulders and find out if sin tasted as good
as it looked. Damn him. Oh, wait. He was a demon. He was already damned.
He chuckled and turned to Sophie. “How’s canine life treating you? You left the old man at
home tonight?”
“Hi, Mike. It’s good to see you.” Sophie gave him a quick hug while Crimson inched farther
away from the temptation. “Trace is hunting with Jax tonight. I can’t wait ’til he gets home,
though. Being a werewolf has worked wonders for my sex drive. We screw like rabbits.” Her
eyes widened, and she covered her mouth. “I did not mean to say that out loud.”
“Well, tell him I said hello, and have fun tonight. I’ll see you ladies later.” He winked at Crimson
and disappeared into the crowd.
“I have got to learn to watch my mouth.” Sophie slid into a chair, and Crimson sat next to her.
“You were acting weird. I’m no empath, but I think I detected some sexual tension between you
two. Have you done it with a demon?”
Crimson laughed. “I wish.” Well, part of her did anyway.
“With the way he looked at you, he seemed willing to grant. Do y’all have history?”
“I met him at a New Year’s Eve party. All he had to do was look at me, and he set off enough
fireworks to put the city’s display to shame.” Her lips tugged into a smile as she recalled the
night. “We danced a bit and talked a lot. Then he asked me how I wanted to start out the new
year, and I told him preferably bent over a table with him taking me from behind. I was mortified
to say the least.”
Sophie giggled. “But you were thinking it.”
“Who wouldn’t be?”
approached, his dark brown eyes flashing red as a devilish smile curved his full lips. Crimson’s
stomach fluttered as she took in all six-feet-four inches of his solid, muscular frame. Even with
her heels on, he was taller than her, and that tipped the sexiness scale in his favor. Not that he
needed any help.
With dark, wavy hair, a light brown complexion, and strong, masculine features, Mike Cortez
looked like sin on a stick. Exactly the type of man she needed to stay away from.
Holding a glass of whiskey in one hand, he stopped in front of them and took a sip, his eyes
locking with hers. “A witch and a werewolf walk into a bar. There’s a punchline in there
somewhere.”
“And they walk right past a demon.” Crimson held his gaze—and her breath—as she stepped
around him. The signals in her brain went haywire, part of her wanting to run as fast as she
could, and the other part wanting to grab him by the shoulders and find out if sin tasted as good
as it looked. Damn him. Oh, wait. He was a demon. He was already damned.
He chuckled and turned to Sophie. “How’s canine life treating you? You left the old man at
home tonight?”
“Hi, Mike. It’s good to see you.” Sophie gave him a quick hug while Crimson inched farther
away from the temptation. “Trace is hunting with Jax tonight. I can’t wait ’til he gets home,
though. Being a werewolf has worked wonders for my sex drive. We screw like rabbits.” Her
eyes widened, and she covered her mouth. “I did not mean to say that out loud.”
“Well, tell him I said hello, and have fun tonight. I’ll see you ladies later.” He winked at Crimson
and disappeared into the crowd.
“I have got to learn to watch my mouth.” Sophie slid into a chair, and Crimson sat next to her.
“You were acting weird. I’m no empath, but I think I detected some sexual tension between you
two. Have you done it with a demon?”
Crimson laughed. “I wish.” Well, part of her did anyway.
“With the way he looked at you, he seemed willing to grant. Do y’all have history?”
“I met him at a New Year’s Eve party. All he had to do was look at me, and he set off enough
fireworks to put the city’s display to shame.” Her lips tugged into a smile as she recalled the
night. “We danced a bit and talked a lot. Then he asked me how I wanted to start out the new
year, and I told him preferably bent over a table with him taking me from behind. I was mortified
to say the least.”
Sophie giggled. “But you were thinking it.”
“Who wouldn’t be?”