What if real love began in the pages of a paranormal novel? And what if that love leapt off those pages, and into an avid reader’s arms?
Terra fell in love with Jacobin when he was the hero in a sexy paranormal novel, but when he showed up at her door she thought she was losing her mind. Imagine how she felt to learn her fate had been scribed onto magic pages and could just as easily be erased. Would she be willing to give up everything, just to hold onto a love she never dreamed she’d have?
PaulineMichael, Night Owl Reviews:
“Sam Cheever creates a fantastic world with this fast-paced erotic paranormal romance. The new world described in these pages is fascinating and I want to know so much more about it. I am hooked on this and cannot wait to read more. I’m truly looking forward to visiting again and again as she introduces what is bound to be some of my favourite characters.”
“She is lovely. Very nice hand-melons.”
Jacobin turned to the demon Alaire and frowned. The other man’s gaze skimmed over the lightly clad form of the woman on the bed, lingering in places where it shouldn’t linger. “Do not make me bludgeon you to death before breakfast.”
Alaire lifted his hands, laughing lightly. “Satan save us from mated demons. As soon as a demon finds his mate he replaces his brain with a meat pie.”
“At least my brain is beneath my horns. Your brains are in your cock, and there isn’t much room in that tiny protuberance for them, which explains their limitations. Just tell me she will recover from this shock.”
“She’ll be fine. Despite the apparent delicacy of her frame, she is a strong creature.” The demon eyed the black-and-white blob resting next to her. The creature fixed a suspicious green gaze on them and spat whenever they came too close. “What is that?”
The king shrugged. “It must be some kind of minion. I’ve ordered it taken away and kept safe until I have the opportunity to question my mate about it.”
Alaire stepped toward the bed and scooped the spitting, wriggling creature up. “I’ll give it to Cybele. She’ll know what to do with it.”
Jacobin nodded. “I still cannot believe she threw that book into the fire. I thought the world was going to shake itself into dust.”
“It was an exciting affair to be sure.” Alaire opened the door. “I see an interesting future for you and your mate.”
Jacobin scowled at his friend’s retreating back before turning back to his mate. His scowl softened as he looked at her. Alaire was an insensitive lout, but he’d been right about Terra. Even in sleep, with soft snores whistling through her berry-tinted lips, his mate was an appealing morsel.
A thick cloud of white-blonde hair covered the pillow beneath her head. Her wide eyes, a bright blue beneath her lids, were fringed by a generous arc of slightly darker blonde lashes. Her oval face looked small beneath the swirl of hair, her pale cheeks touched with rose-petal tints.
Jacobin’s eyes skimmed quickly along his mate’s long, slim throat to her broad shoulders and slim, nicely toned arms. His gaze stalled out over her breasts, which strained the wispy confines of her tiny top. The dark pink cotton of her shirt molded to the delicious mounds of her lush breasts and highlighted the perky nubs of her nipples. Apparently his mate was embracing heated thoughts in her sleep. A fine thing to do, in Jacobin’s opinion. The only better exercise would be embracing those thoughts with him, while awake.
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