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The Entity Within

The Entity Within

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by Cat Devon

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Zoe Adams and her grandmother Irma are witches who have been banished from Boston. With nowhere to go, they accept an invitation to come to Chicago...but what they don't realize is that their new space puts them right in the heart of the most dangerous spot of all: Vamptown.


Zoe Adams and her grandmother Irma are witches who have been banished from Boston. With nowhere to go, they accept an invitation to come to Chicago...but what they don't realize is that their new space puts them right in the heart of the most dangerous spot of all: Vamptown.
Damon Thornheart is just that—virtually untouchable when it comes to love. As Vamptown's highest-ranking demon hunter, he sees red flags when he meets Zoe and Irma, who unwittingly unleashed a brutal evil upon the community. But the more Damon gets to know the stunning, spirited Zoe, the less he understands about his own true nature. Vamps and witches have always been archrivals in the entity world; surrendering to their passion could mean losing their immortal powers. Is their desire worth the risk? Only one thing is for certain: in Entity Within, Damon will make it his mission to find out…
"I want Cat Devon's vampires…by the dozen, please!" —Kerrelyn Sparks, bestselling author of Sexiest Vampire Alive

Editorial Reviews

Library Journal
In Sleeping with the Entity, the last thing bar-and-grill owner and head of his local vamp clan Nick St. George wants is a new business attracting humans—and attention—to his carefully protected, under-the-radar Chicago neighborhood. Baker extraordinaire and the daughter of the local mortician Daniella Delaney decides to open Heavenly Cupcakes under Nick's very nose and is totally unaffected by his never-fail mental attempts to persuade her to leave. Soon Nick realizes the tempting Daniella is more than she seems—and trouble just waiting to happen. Vamp clan rivalry adds a street-gang edge, and the profusion of cleverly named cupcakes (e.g., blood red velvet) injects a sweet, whimsical touch to this inventive romp that brilliantly combines the current appeal of vampires, cupcakes, and tight-knit communities. A complex, quirky, magical world readers will want to revisit.Expelled from their Boston coven when her grandmother Irma creates a riot by exposing a popular motivational speaker as a charlatan, librarian-turned-soap-maker Zoe Adams and Irma head to Chicago at the invitation of Irma's old friend Nick St. George. Unfortunately, witches, even gorgeous ones like Zoe, aren't welcomed by everyone in Vamptown in The Entity Within, especially not by the suspicious but sexy security chief demon hunter Damon Thornheart. Zoe just wants peace and quiet, not trouble—and then Irma accidentally unleashes a hoard of vengeful demons. Left with the mess, Zoe must now deal with a vindictive demon as well as a furious and conflicted Damon. Witches and demons add dimension to Devon's fanciful paranormal world. VERDICT Devon's delicious new takes on the popular vampire theme are delectable. An award-winning author who also writes contemporary romance under another name, Devon lives near Chicago.
Publishers Weekly
Zoe Adams and her grandmother Irma are both witches. Shunned by their Boston coven, they take refuge in Chicago’s “Vamptown” (introduced in Sleeping with the Entity), a sort of vampire gated community with cameras in every house and a funeral home that’s a convenient source of blood. Damon Thornheart, a vampire who hunts demons, was once betrayed by a witch and now hates them all, which gives him and Zoe plenty of chances to glower and gripe when they’re not lusting after each other or making out. When Irma accidentally opens the Book of Darkness, demons are loosed on Vamptown, and Damon has his hands full. Attempts at topical humor, such as Googling spells or demons singing The Phantom of the Opera in the tunnels under Vamptown, can’t save this paranormal from a morass of clichés and clumsy prose. Agent: Annelise Robey, Jane Rotrosen Agency. (July)
From the Publisher

“A terrific new twist on the vampire story…fresh, fabulous, and wildly entertaining.” —Jayne Ann Krentz, New York Times bestselling author on Sleeping With The Entity

“Cat Devon has written a great novel that is fun, romantic, and sure to keep the reader engaged in this paranormal story” —Night Owl Reviews on Sleeping With The Entity

“Like a dose of humor with your vampire romance? Then Devon has a Chicago-based series for you, as she kicks things off with the offbeat and charming Sleeping With the Entity.” —Romantic Times

“Cat Devon begins a new series with a book that is loaded with laugh-out-loud scenes as well as exciting action sequences.” —Single Titles on Sleeping with the Entity

“Featuring a yummy bad-boy hero and a feisty heroine, and expertly seasoned with Linz's sharp sense of humor, the resulting romance is a delectable treat for readers who enjoy sexy romances that slant to the lighter side of the paranormal subgenre.” —Booklist on Sleeping with the Entity (Starred Review)

Sleeping With the Entity was a fun, fast paced sexy romance with witty repartee.” —Reader to Reader

“Devon's delicious new takes on the popular vampire theme are delectable.” —Library Journal on Sleeping With The Entity

“In the second entry, after Sleeping with the Entity (2013), in her new paranormal series, Devon (pseudonym of Cathie Linz) lightens up the traditionally dark vampire romance with zingy humor, quirky characters, and plenty of potent sexual chemistry.” —Booklist

“Devon's humor and offbeat scenarios give this paranormal pleaser a lighthearted feel that features just a touch of danger. Zoe and Damon's sexy antagonism is pure delight!” —Romantic Times

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The Entity Within

By Cat Devon

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2013 Cathie L. Baumgardner
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ISBN: 978-1-4668-3763-8


"I don't want any trouble," Zoe Adams said as she eyed the two vampires staring at her from across the table at the All Nighter Bar and Grill.

One of the vampires, Damon Thornheart, had an extremely threatening aura about him. Everything about him was dark, from his inky black hair to his deep blue eyes. He was glaring at her as if he wanted to consume her for lunch.

Zoe tugged her red cashmere shrug more tightly around her as if it could protect her. This was her first interaction with vampires, and at the moment it wasn't going very well.

"We don't want any trouble," Zoe amended her earlier statement with a tilt of her head toward her grandmother Irma Adams, sitting beside her in a knockoff vintage Chanel suit. With her white hair and twinkling blue eyes, Irma was the epitome of elegant and classy grannies everywhere.

"We don't want any trouble, either," the non-glaring vampire said. His name was Nick St. George, and he was the one who'd invited Zoe and her grandmother to this meeting today. Zoe had been nervous about the get-together, unsure of its purpose and uneasy about its possible outcome.

Looking at Damon now only increased Zoe's misgivings. He did not want her there, and he made no attempt to hide that fact. The sardonic gleam in his eyes conveyed the message that he planned on making her life very difficult — if he let her live at all.

"That problem back in Boston was not my fault," her grandmother piped up to say.

"We don't want any problems here," Damon growled. "No trouble. No problems. We like to stay under the radar."

"I understand," Zoe's grandmother said with a nod. "But all I did back in Boston was attend a motivational seminar given by Dr. Martin Powers."

"And what did you do?" Damon directed his question to Zoe.

"Nothing," she said.

"I find that hard to believe, witch," he growled.

Zoe held her head high. She'd been called worse. And the fact was that he was speaking the truth. She was indeed a witch. Actually, she came from a very long line of witches. The Adams women had more than a few blessings and more than one curse.

"Yes, I'm a witch," Zoe said, even though she wasn't very proud of that fact at the moment. There had been a time when she'd gloried in her powers and felt empowered by her magical abilities.

Her mother's death two years ago had changed all that. Now she just wanted to lead a quiet life.

But enjoying a peaceful existence was difficult to do with her grandmother around, because Irma was also a witch and not a very quiet one. Not that Zoe intended on sharing that bit of information at the moment. Oh, the two vampires knew Gram was a witch. They just weren't completely aware of all her escapades, and Zoe planned on keeping it that way.

"I'm a witch and you're a vampire," Zoe told Damon. "That's old news. Very old in your case."

Damon's glare intensified. He looked scary even to a witch.

Reminding herself that she'd said she didn't want trouble, Zoe dialed it back a notch. "As my grandmother said, what happened in Boston wasn't her fault." Gram had already told Zoe that she'd seen the motivational speaker in a TV interview on the local Boston TV station. He'd talked about his seminar, but what had caught her grandmother's attention was the fact that there was something strange and devious about his aura. Gram felt she had to attend to learn more. Once in the audience, she'd tried to keep an open mind, but when Dr. Powers started talking about how he had the secret to happiness and would only share it if paid a large sum of money, Gram hadn't been able to keep quiet. She hadn't cast any spells. Instead she'd spoken out, which was her constitutional right as an American, albeit an American witch.

"That's right. It wasn't my fault," Gram said in that über-cheerful voice of hers. "All I did was ask how anyone could be stupid enough to think that simply giving Dr. Powers money would give you absolute happiness. How was I to know my comment would cause a stampede?"

"As Vamptown's new head of security it's my job to make sure there aren't any stampedes here," Damon said.

"And I'm sure you're very good at your job." Gram patted his hand.

Looking like he wanted to rip her head off, Damon snatched his hand away.

Zoe downgraded this face-to-face meeting from bad to train wreck. Nothing in her experience had prepared her for this. She'd heard about vampires, of course. It was hard not to given all the movies and press they got. She could understand their need to keep things quiet. Most humans didn't believe vampires really existed, and that was the way they liked it.

The same was true for witches. That witch-burning disaster in Salem may have occurred over four hundred years ago, but the memory remained. Sure, there were plenty of websites and books about covens of Wiccans who practiced white magic instead of the darker magical elements, but no human was eager to have a witch move in next door.

Apparently few vampires were eager to have a witch move in nearby, either. Zoe had seen enough episodes of The Vampire Diaries to know that witches and vampires had issues. But then vampires didn't seem to get along with anyone other than vampires.

Damon appeared to be proof of that fact, although Nick had been extremely welcoming in Gram's time of need. And Gram's time of need was also Zoe's time of need. Her grandmother had always been there for her, so Zoe couldn't let Irma come to Chicago by herself.

Besides, Zoe had her own reasons for leaving the East Coast that had nothing to do with stampedes or motivational speakers. Her reasons were very personal and had to do with matters of the heart.

They'd had to leave their hometown of Boston in somewhat of a hurry. Zoe didn't know where they'd go, but Gram said she had a friend named Nick St. George whom she'd met at a local occult bookstore years ago and formed a bond with because of their similar interests. Nick had moved to Chicago, but he and Gram had kept in touch. He'd told her that if she ever needed help, he'd be there for her.

Gram hadn't told Zoe much about Nick — just that she trusted him. The bottom line was that their options had been limited so they'd had to accept Nick's invitation to stay rent-free in a house he was managing.

Zoe had only found out about the vampire element in the story this afternoon when they'd arrived in Chicago and were on their way to Vamptown. Not that the neighborhood's name was known outside of the vampire community. Zoe doubted it was known within the witch community, either.

Yet here she was, a witch in the middle of a vampire enclave. So much for living a quiet life.

They'd barely had time to drop their belongings at the brick house a few blocks away that was to be their new home when they'd been summoned to this meeting.

"If we can get back to the matter at hand," she said.

"I've informed Nick that I do not approve of witches moving into our community," Damon said. "It's too much of a security risk."

"What are you afraid we'll do?" Zoe said.

"Make trouble," Damon replied.

"I've already said —"

"I don't believe you," he said.

Nick spoke before Zoe could make a stinging response. "As I told you, Damon, I met Irma back in Boston when I resided there before coming to Chicago. We became friends. And as her friend, I invited her here when she needed assistance. End of story."

Zoe decided that Nick was nice ... for a vampire, that is. Not that Zoe knew much about him. All Gram had said was that her friend Nick had invited them to come stay in a free rental in Chicago. No mention of the fact that the guy had fangs and drank blood. No mention of the fact that the rental sat in the middle of a place called Vamptown. The only thing that looked welcoming was the cupcake shop down the block from the bar.

Damon, on the other hand, didn't appear to have a welcoming bone in his entirely too sexy body. Instead everything about him radiated danger and power with a hefty dose of arrogance. This was not a man — er, a vampire — who followed the rules.

Thankfully, Nick appeared to be the one with the final say about whether Zoe and Irma stayed or left. And Zoe could tell that Damon hated that fact.

Even so, she detected no personal animosity between the two male vampires. But maybe she was wrong. While it was true that she'd always been good at reading people, reading vamps was entirely new territory for her.

Looking directly at her, Damon said, "If we could have a word alone?" He made it sound more like an order than a request.

No way did Zoe want to be alone with a clearly bad-tempered albeit attractive vampire. "I'm fine right here where I am," she said. She glanced over at Nick, looking for reassurance.

Instead he said, "Damon, why don't you show her the sports memorabilia by the bar?"

Nick's lack of support reminded her that she would do well not to count on a vampire, even one she incorrectly thought was nice. "That's okay. I can see the Blackhawks jersey from here," Zoe quickly said. "Not that we are fans back in Boston."

"But we're in Chicago now," Zoe's grandmother said, giving her a nudge. "And we don't want to seem rude to Nick. So let Damon show you the sporty stuff."

That better be all he showed her. She didn't want him flashing his fangs at her, trying to intimidate her. And what was with her grandmother throwing her to the lion's den ... or in this case the vampire's bar? Zoe thought she could at least count on Gram to have her back.

"Afraid?" Damon's mocking look would have made a lesser witch leap to her feet just to prove she didn't fear him.

But Zoe was made of sterner stuff. She remained in her seat and calmly returned his mockery with some of her own. "Yeah, I'm just shaking in my boots. Can't you tell?"

"I can tell you twirl your hair around your index finger when you're nervous," he replied.

And she could tell he wasn't going to give up until she went with him across the room. Fine. It wasn't worth wasting her energy on arguing with him. She got up and strolled over to the bar, where he joined her.

Zoe started the interrogation with a question of her own. "Do any humans live here in Vamptown?"


"And you don't ..."

"Don't what? Eat them for lunch? Only on Tuesdays and Thursdays when they are the special on the menu."

She suspected he was mocking her. She sure hoped so.

"What about you, witch?" he said.

"I don't eat humans ever."

"Glad to hear it. That leaves more for us vamps to consume."

"You think this is very funny, don't you."

"Not particularly. Annoying as hell, yes. Funny, no."

"What do you have against witches?"


"That's no answer," she said.

"It's the only answer you'll get from me."

"What's the matter? Are you afraid I'll cast a spell on you?"

He laughed. "I'd like to see you try."

"It won't happen. I've given up the practice of witchcraft. Instead I run a legitimate business."

"Yeah, I read that you run some kind of soap business."

"It's not just soaps, it's bath and body lotions."

"Magical potions," he said dismissively.

"That's not true." She could tell by his expression that he didn't believe her. "Look, I didn't even know there were vampires in this neighborhood until we got here."

"Then you should have turned right around the moment you found out."

"You don't know anything about me."

"Not true. I had you thoroughly researched. You and your grandmother."

Her heart dropped. No, he couldn't possibly know everything. Only the other witches in their coven back in Boston knew everything, and they were bound by their own laws not to reveal a thing.

KEEP CALM AND CARRY ON. Zoe had the T-shirt packed in her belongings back at the house. She should have worn it today — but how could she have known she'd be dealing with vampires? As if moving halfway across the country wasn't bad enough, now she had Damon Thornheart to contend with.

So he'd had them researched. So what? All she had to do was stay calm. Stay calm and carry on. Oh yeah ... and also lie. Big time. Because the truth could get them into a cauldron-ful of trouble.


Damon clenched his fists. Witches. Why did they have to be witches? The only thing Damon disliked more than witches was demons. He detested demons. He merely disliked witches.

He knew how to deal with demons. Not only was he a vamp, but he was also a Demon Hunter. Sending demons back to the hellhole they'd crawled out of was the primary purpose in his afterlife.

His secondary purpose for the time being was to disrupt the facade of calm that the witch had displayed up to this point. He'd sensed Zoe's panic when he'd mentioned researching them.

"Is that fear I see on your face?" Ignoring the emphatic shake of her head, he continued, "Good. You should be afraid. Be very afraid."

Damon knew he was being rude and he didn't care. He'd never been known for his courtesy, but rather for his ruthlessness. That's why he was so good at security. He always got the job done, no matter what it took.

It was a shame that vampires couldn't compel witches the way they could humans. Then he could just get rid of Zoe by sending her and her grandmother packing right back to Boston.

Instead he'd had to listen to her claims that they wouldn't cause any trouble. Yeah, right.

Vampires weren't known for their patience, and Damon had long ago lost what little he had left. He was accustomed to the loner life of a Hunter. He took jobs like this one in Vamptown when business was slow and to keep up to date on the latest high-tech gadgets. He'd signed a one-year contract as head of security, which was the blink of an eye in vamp terms. Time took on a different meaning when you had an eternity.

Not that vampires were infallible. They could be killed by fire or decapitation.

Damon eyed Zoe, who kept her gaze fixed on the sports memorabilia on the wall by the bar. She was pretty if you went for long dark hair and porcelain-pale skin. She wore a black top and pants along with a red sweater thing that looked like it had shrunk. Even so, she clutched it around her body as if it could protect her from him.

Which was stupid. Nothing could protect her from him.

When she'd first walked into the bar, he'd noticed how tall she was and that she was not wearing those ridiculously high-heeled shoes women went for these days. She had long legs and nice breasts.

The most striking thing about her was her eyes. One was green and the other was blue.

She turned to face him. This was the closest he'd been to her. Before a table had separated them. Now there was little space between them. Her eyes mesmerized him.

"Is that a witch thing?" he said.


"Your eyes." He reached out to shift a strand of her dark hair away from her face so he could get a better look.

Her eyes widened at his touch. He kept his expression stony, but inside he was startled by his reaction to the feel of her soft skin and silky hair. His fingers tingled.

Dammit, had she cast some sort of spell on him? He eyed her suspiciously. He never tingled. He got hard. He wanted sex. But he never tingled.

"Whatever you're doing, stop it," he growled.

"Doing? I'm not doing anything," she shot back. "You're the one who touched me."

"A mistake I won't make again," he said.

"Good. Glad to hear that. And no, my eyes aren't a witch thing. I mean, yes, it's true that several generations in my family have eyes like this, but so do humans."

"Your grandmother doesn't have eyes like that."

"My mother did."

"She's dead," he said.

Zoe took several steps back but kept her eyes on him. If looks could kill, hers would have reduced him to a pile of burnt ashes. She had some serious power locked up in that mild exterior. He wondered what it would take to make her lose control.

She jabbed her finger at his chest. "You're not fit to talk about my mother."

Even her finger jab made him tingle, and that angered the hell out of him. Who did she think she was, telling him he was unfit? "Why? Because I'm a vampire?"

"Because you're arrogant and rude and mean."

"Yeah, so?"

"Those are not good traits," she told him.

"They are in a vampire."

"Nick doesn't seem to be like that," she said.

"He's already taken, so don't think you can seduce him into your bed."

Shaking her head, Zoe took several big steps even farther away from him. "That comment was completely inappropriate."

She sounded so prim and proper that Damon was totally turned on. The Hunter in him responded to her retreat, making him want to give chase. The vampire in him responded to everything about her.


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Cat Devon is a pseudonym for an award-winning author. A former librarian and confessed bookaholic, she has a weakness for wickedly sexy vampires, imported dark chocolate and decadent cupcakes. She and her family live in the Chicago area.

Cat Devon is a pseudonym for an award-winning author. A former librarian and confessed bookaholic, she has a weakness for wickedly sexy vampires, imported dark chocolate and decadent cupcakes. Her novels include Love Your Entity, The Entity Within, and Sleeping with the Entity. She and her family live in the Chicago area.

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Cant wait to read the next in the series.
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The Entity Within by Cat Devon Vampires, and witches, and demons. Oh my. Zoe Adams and her Grandmother moved to Vamptown after being banished by their coven. In the unpacking, they find a unfamiliar book that accidentally lets demons into the world. Good thing Damon Thornheart recently moved to Vamptown to head their security because he's a demon hunter that can help clean up the town and keep it safe. An adventure with magic spells, a talking cat and sarcastic humor.