In honor of the Christmas season, here’s a taste of my fun and sexy paranormal romp, Devil Under the Mistletoe! Enjoy!
Perdition guide Damian is supposed to escort sexy Amanda to Hell. But he’d much rather keep her.
Damian Noire is a Perdition Guide. He escorts people who die to their rightful spot in Hell. Business always seems to pick up around the Holidays and this Christmas is no exception. Damian’s assignment is to bring a beautiful young woman to Hell to stand before the judgment assembly, and then take her to her assigned circle of Hell. It sounds simple. But it’s about to become the hardest assignment he’s ever performed.
Amanda Wright might have been unjustly judged. She might not belong in Hell at all. Problem is, Damian really kind of likes her. He especially likes enjoying her lush, willing body under the mistletoe. If he gets her the judgment she truly deserves, he’s probably going to lose her forever. But if he doesn’t help her, an innocent may spend eternity in Hell. It appears to be a lose/lose situation on all fronts. Proving once again that holidays truly are hell!
~ 4 Stars from Pauline at Night Owl Reviews! “Sam Cheever offers a bit of everything with this fantastic Holiday read. Amanda Wright is a superb heroine and she won me over as quickly as she did the reluctant hero. Damian Noire is one sexy sinner and his complex gray personality makes him so wonderfully desirable. The setting is spectacular and this new spin on Hell is fantastic. I love the world the author created with this story and I cannot wait to read more, hopefully meeting some other Perdition Guides and their assignments. This author is admittedly a favorite of mine and I will say that this story does not disappoint, she has a carefree style that seems to greet me like an old friend. This is definitely one to read if you are looking for an amusing and entertaining short story.”
After an hour they figured they’d gotten all they were going to get from her work friends. Damian touched her back. “Come on, let’s go.” He was secretly relieved they hadn’t heard anything about Amanda from the men. Damian wasn’t sure he would have been able to remain neutral if he had. He led her toward the door just as a new song started playing. Amanda dragged Damian to a halt, screaming.
Alarmed by her scream, he looked around. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s the Cupid Shuffle! I need to dance to this.” She turned away, heading for the dance floor without waiting for his response. Swearing, Damian followed her, intending to grab her and drag her back out.
She joined the other dancers on the small wooden dance floor. The fractured light from the disco ball painted her smiling face with delicate color as she got into line and started moving with the crowd. He’d intended to drag her out of there, but when he saw her smile and laugh as she messed up the steps and hurried to recover, he found he just didn’t have the heart to do it. So he stood there, watching her with a feeling of dread that made him frown.
Amanda suddenly swerved toward him, grabbing his hand and dragging him onto the floor with her. “Come on, demon. Try it. It’s fun.” He shook his head but she pulled and pushed on him until he gave in, letting the music roll over him.
She kept her hand on his arm and guided him through the first, clumsy steps until they came to the part where she wobbled her legs and he laughed with her, refusing to do it. Despite his reluctant stiffness, however, the purely human activity was affecting him, bringing back memories of that distant time when he’d been more human. Before he’d let the cynicism and darkness of his vocation take him over.
He found himself enjoying the way it felt to move to the music, even being part of a crowd, and soon had to struggle to keep the smile off his face. The song stopped and was replaced by slow music. Before he knew what was happening, Amanda was in his arms, her soft hand clasping his. He tried to step away but she wrapped a surprisingly strong arm around his waist and held on. “Come on, demon. This might be the last time I get to dance.” He looked down and her pretty hazel eyes filled with tears. Damian sighed. “Okay, but just one. We still have work to do.”
She smiled, sniffling, and laid her head on his chest as they began to sway to the music. Damian wanted to resist her charm. He tried to hold himself away from her and think about horrible things so he wouldn’t notice the soft brush of her full breasts or the way her incredible scent, like vanilla and roses, infused his senses. But he soon understood it wasn’t possible to ignore her. The woman was quickly becoming like a drug to him. And with a start he realized he hadn’t thought about vacation once since he’d laid eyes on her.
Suddenly he didn’t want the assignment to end. He wanted to slow it down, drag it out, and see where his time with her could take them. When the song finally trailed off, morphing into conversational sounds, he didn’t release her from his arms.
They continued to sway amidst the roiling movements of the crowd until Amanda’s head came off his chest and she blinked up at him, grinning sheepishly. “I guess the music stopped.”
He nodded. “Yes.”
“Maybe we should go?”
“We should. But I have something I need to do first.”
“Oh. Okay. What is it?”
He let his gaze slide toward the spinning ball above them. Hanging from the bottom, spinning on the end of a piece of translucent string, was a snippet of mistletoe.
She bit her bottom lip, her small teeth straight and white against the lush cranberry tone of her lips. “I don’t…”
“You owe me. I danced with you.”
Sighing in soft resignation, Amanda closed her eyes and tilted her head, pursing those luscious lips.
Looking down at her, presenting herself like a sacrifice to a demanding god, Damian had to smile. He lowered his head, stopping a breath away from her lips, and inhaled her sweet breath. His cock thickened at the incredible scent. His tongue swept out, sliding across the seam of her delectable lips.
Her eyes popped open. “Oh. Was that it?”
Damian slipped his fingers through the dense fall of her rich auburn tresses. “Not by a long shot.” And he lowered his lips to capture hers.