Even Demons Get The Blues [NOOK Book]

"Rezon was the Demon King’s lieutenant for four thousand years but even the most badass Demon in Hell gets jaded, so Rez joined the Beguilers. Only trouble is now he’s been beguiled by Leisa, a tormented human woman who’s captured his heart.

When Leisa picks up one loser too many, Rezon’s provoked into whisking her off to his lair to show her what a real man—uh, make that Demon!—can do for her. Leisa’s been tagged by a Destroyer and her soul is forfeit, so when she inadvertently shatters Rez’s defenses and bonds with him there’ll be Hell to pay—literally.

To My Readers: I wanted to write a truly alpha male hero so when a story idea about a demon popped into my head, how could I resist? Demon or human, my take is we’re all looking for that special someone who’ll truly love us for what we are. The result, Rezon and Leisa’s story, is gritty and at times rather dark but above all it’s a story of redemption and happy endings. And for those of you who like a laugh, there’s always my witty and urbane Demon King to lighten things up as he attempts to help Rez solve his predicament. Enjoy!


EVEN DEMONS GET THE BLUES by Maree Anderson

Copyright © Maree Anderson, 2009
All Rights Reserved, RED SAGE PUBLISHING, INC.

EXCERPT EVEN DEMONS GET THE BLUES


He cupped her face in his palms and stroked her hair back from her damp, flushed face. She smiled at him, her pleasure shining in her emerald eyes. He’d never seen a human so beautiful. Even the stunningly gorgeous Beguiler females he’d known paled in comparison.
Rez kissed her long and deep, inserting a desire for sleep into her mind.
It’d taken every ounce of will he possessed to protect her from him at the moment he’d released his essence inside of her. He felt curiously drained, as though she’d sucked all his vital energy from his body. He needed to rest, to examine this experience in minute detail.
But Leisa somehow resisted his compulsion and kissed him back, wrapping her body around him. And her mind.
He felt her essence seeping into him, insidiously infusing his veins with everything she was. Before he could take steps to protect himself he’d absorbed her—her hopes, her deepest desires. Her pain.
He knew her.
And unconsciously, instinctively, not knowing what it was she was doing, Leisa began to draw knowledge from him. Desperately he fought her, exerted his will and battled her relentless desire to know all there was about him, to bond with him as no creature had dared attempt before. Finally his compulsion won out and sleep swept her away.
But it was too late. She had the knowing of him.
Amediel. My Amediel.
Intimately linked to her mind and body, still, Rez heard his true-name echoing in Leisa’s mind as clearly as though she uttered it aloud.
Panic engulfed him, countless ice-cold shards piercing his body, crystallizing around his heart. He unsheathed himself from her body and flung himself from the bed, backing up until he hit the wall. All his senses heightened, becoming preternaturally alert. His pupils dilated, elongated. His hands became talon-tipped claws. His body bulked, muscle mass increasing to battle-ready proportions. His skin became armored with iridescent, impenetrable scales. He crouched, coiled, tensed and poised to battle.
Rezon teetered on the verge of fully transforming into his primary form and becoming Drakon, a form he hadn’t found it necessary to revert to since becoming a Beguiler. But Leisa threatened him. Not physically—no mere human could ever do him physical harm—but fundamentally, and his reactions were instinctive. Some part of him viewed the vulnerable weak human female he’d just fucked as if she’d suddenly morphed into the ultimate Demonic predator, a predator whose sole desire was to consume him as prey.
She’d named him Amediel, the name bestowed upon him at birth by some nameless elemental presence. The name which had blossomed in his mind the exact instant he’d burst from the egg. The name he’d struggled to be worthy of and finally earned in blood and pain and sacrifice. The name no other creature on Earth, Heaven or Hell knew. Not even his King.
He was Amediel, Bonecrusher, last of the Drakons.
And this vulnerable human female had somehow wrenched the gift of his true-name from the innermost recesses of his powerful mind.
Amediel. She cried out to him in her sleep, reached for him with blindly searching hands, reached out to him again with her mind. He fielded her call, cloaking himself from her. And when she could not find him, she curled herself into a ball and whimpered piteously.
He could not deny her. Rezon’s shields disintegrated. His essence—his soul—s