Devil
Torments is a vampire living in a world where one man’s weakness paves the way
for another man’s gain. When a gambling addict offers his daughter as payment
for his debt, Devil accepts. Sex without strings is exactly the way he likes
it. Love is a concept for fools, the ultimate weakness. Little does he know,
he’s about to meet his mate…
In order to protect her best friend, nurse Gabby Winters must bow to her abusive father’s demands and offer her innocence to a stranger. She never expected to feel anything, let alone find herself irrevocably tied to the man. But can Gabby learn to accept that Devil’s scars run deep, and the love she’s spent her life secretly yearning for is forever out of reach?
If Devil thought that keeping Gabby at arm’s length would keep either of them safe, he was dead wrong. When danger lands at Gabby’s feet, it’s up to Devil to pick up the pieces. Will he come to realize that love isn’t a weakness and Gabby is his greatest strength, before it’s too late? Or will he lose the most precious gift of all?
In order to protect her best friend, nurse Gabby Winters must bow to her abusive father’s demands and offer her innocence to a stranger. She never expected to feel anything, let alone find herself irrevocably tied to the man. But can Gabby learn to accept that Devil’s scars run deep, and the love she’s spent her life secretly yearning for is forever out of reach?
If Devil thought that keeping Gabby at arm’s length would keep either of them safe, he was dead wrong. When danger lands at Gabby’s feet, it’s up to Devil to pick up the pieces. Will he come to realize that love isn’t a weakness and Gabby is his greatest strength, before it’s too late? Or will he lose the most precious gift of all?
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“What the fuck!”
Devil shouted once the woman had left the office. To say he was furious would
have been an understatement. Murderous thoughts ran wild through his mind.
“Who the hell told
you she was a call girl?”
“I’ll give you one
guess.”
“That asshole
Harrison.”
Devil picked up the
photo Jeffrey Harrison had given him. Only this time, his eyes saw something
they had failed to earlier. The picture depicted the same woman from tonight
minus the makeup. Her beauty and innocence shone through. How could he have
missed it?
His murderous
thoughts changed slightly. Instead of just killing Jeffrey Harrison, he planned
on torturing the asshole first. What kind of father would sell their innocent
daughter to pay off his gambling debts? No matter what sins he had committed,
and the list was long, Devil knew that he would never contemplate such a thing.
Yes, Jeffrey Harrison would pay for his crimes, and Devil would be the judge,
jury, and executioner.
Though Devil had to
concede that Jeffrey Harrison wasn’t the only one responsible for what had
happened tonight. Devil had been just as responsible. He had been so wound up
lately, that he hadn’t taken the time to appreciate this beautiful woman for
what she was. Had he done so, he no doubt would have recognized the signs of
inexperience and sent her away before he ruined her. Or at least recognized
what she wasn’t, a call girl. He too needed to make amends, only it was for his
stupidity and impatience.
As soon as he had
seen the woman, he had become hard. It had been a long time since his cock had
appreciated a woman so instantly. Her curves were on display in that tight
little dress she wore. He’d dragged her into his hotel room, desperate to hide
her amazing body from passersby. He wanted to be the only one to view such a
delicious sight. She reminded him of the women from his youth. They enjoyed
their food too much to worry about what they looked like. He rued the day that
body image became an important factor in a woman’s life. Now, the first woman
to pique his interest in a long time, and look at the way he had treated her.
It was an error he would make amends for, but first he needed more information.
“I say you get that
fucker on the phone and let’s hear what he has to say for himself,” Viper said,
his fae yellow eyes coming to the forefront, highlighting what his body
language failed to. He was pissed. He was known as Viper because he struck his
prey hard and fast; they never knew what hit them until it was too late.
Devil followed
Viper’s advice, and a few seconds later a ringing tone could be heard through
the phone’s speaker. “Hello,” came the wary greeting.
“Harrison.”
“Um, yes, Mr.
Torments. Was there a problem with Gabriella?” The man’s question had Devil
emitting a low, menacing growl.
“Yes there’s a
problem. She’s not a call girl like you insinuated.”
“Um, yes, well,” the
man muttered down the phone.
“What did you tell
her to get her here?” Devil demanded.
“The truth! It’s not
like she’s innocent,” the man scoffed.
“What the hell did
she ever do to you to gain such disregard?” Devil asked, furious at this man’s
attitude toward Gabriella.
“She existed,” the
man replied with venom in his voice. “Do you have any idea how difficult she
made my life once my wife found out about her? Her presence all but killed my
wife.”
Hearing enough of
this man’s viciousness, Devil stated, in a voice that left no room for
argument, “Tell me everything you know about her! Then you will stay out of her
life. You will have to clear your debt with us without using your daughter any
further. Do I make myself understood?”
The truth was, the
money meant very little to him at the moment. Revenge was the only course of
action in Devil’s mind. By the end of the phone call, he had this guy’s slow
death all planned out. But first he needed to make things right with Gabriella.
She deserved nothing less, and so much more.
A little about myself
One day my prince charming came along. He
just took a wrong turn, got lost, and was too stubborn to ask for directions.
Well that was how my first date ended up with a special man, who is now my
husband. Yes, you read correctly, I married him and haven’t regretted a minute.
Thirteen years later, I have two wonderful boys (three if you include hubby,
which I often do) and I’m following my dreams of writing romance books with
HEAs, thanks to my supportive family.
I started writing several years ago. Mainly children’s
books for my boys. Those will probably never get published. Then to quote
Martin Luther King, “I had a dream!” As a rule I never remember my dreams, but
this one I did, and I wrote it down. And the rest as they say is history. I
currently have five books published and another due out in the next couple of
weeks. At this stage they are all paranormal. What can I say? I love the big
predatory mythological creatures so to offer them their own happy ever after
was the least I can do.
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