Keegan lives to exact revenge on the evil demon who sired and abused him. When his father devises a plan to bring on the apocalypse, he and his three half-brothers, interdimensional bounty hunters for the Elden Council, are charged with capturing and delivering their father for punishment.
Art gallery owner Brynn Meyers has no idea that her ability to read memories embedded in objects and drain people of their life force means she has demon ancestry. Unfortunately for Brynn, she's also the key to raising an ancient zombie army, which puts her on every demon's Most Wanted List.
And no one wants her more than Keegan's father.
Keegan must protect Brynn from his father by any means necessary, but he'll have to learn to harness the other half of his genetics—the far deadlier, uncontrollable half—when he starts to fall for the one woman standing between him and the vengeance he so desperately seeks. The one woman he'll never be able to resist.
Each book in the Demons of Infernum series is a standalone, full-length story that can be enjoyed out of order.
Book #1 Blood of the Demon
Book #2 Mark of the Sylph
Book #3 Touch of the Angel
Book #3.5: Heart of the Incubus
Book #4 Call of the Siren
About the Author
Rosalie Lario practiced real estate law for several years before finally admitting to herself that negotiating contracts wasn't nearly as fun as dreaming up stories. As an avid reader of romances and supernatural stories, she knew she wanted to write paranormal romance. When not writing, she enjoys spending time with her husband and son in their home state of Florida, as well as searching out things that go bump in the night. She still hasn't found any proof of the supernatural, but she's keeping her fingers crossed.
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Blood of the Demon
Demons of Infernum
By Rosalie Lario, Libby Murphy, Heather Howland
Entangled Publishing, LLCCopyright © 2012 Rosalie Lario
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She wasn't what he'd expected.
Keegan crouched on a nearby roof, watching, waiting for her gallery to clear out. A stray gust of cold wind whipped through the night air, ruffling his jacket. It didn't matter. Considering where he'd come from, the cold was a welcome relief.
The woman had looked fragile when he'd caught a glimpse of her through the store's large window front. Undeniably beautiful, with her long honey-brown hair falling in waves around her heart-shaped face — but fragile nonetheless.
It was the perfect cover. No one would ever believe what she truly was, what lived inside her. But the blood never lied. She wasn't what she seemed.
Despite the gravity of the situation, Keegan had felt a stirring of lust rise within him at the sight of her, blindsiding him with its unexpected force. It had simply been too long since he'd gotten laid, something he'd have to remedy soon. Didn't have anything to do with the woman. It couldn't.
After all, she might very well be dead by the end of the day. Because if he received the order, he'd have to kill her.
He fished his cell phone out of his jacket pocket and called his brother. As expected, Taeg answered on the first ring. Skipping the useless chatter, Keegan said, "I've got an eye on the target."
"That's perfect." Even over the phone, the relief in Taeg's voice was palpable. "What now?"
"As soon as she's alone, I'll grab her."
"You don't think Mammon has managed to find her yet, do you?"
Keegan gave a short laugh. "If he had, he would've taken her already. Waiting's not his style."
"Yeah, right," Taeg muttered. "Don't I know it?"
"I'll keep you posted." He hung up without waiting for a reply.
Even though he couldn't see her from this vantage point, he wasn't worried about losing her. Not after he'd tagged her scent. He closed his eyes and inhaled, giving himself over to his sense of smell. Sorting through the various odors he'd picked up — the rich aroma of coffee, the ashy smell of a discarded cigarette, the pungent stench of rotting food — he discarded them, one by one.
Yes. There she was. Her scent was unique. Like strawberries and cream. Something he'd tried only recently and discovered he loved.
Would she taste just as sweet?
Shit. What was he thinking? She wasn't a potential lay, but a dangerous and powerful weapon. Maybe even the enemy. He'd do well to remember that.
Finally, the store emptied of everyone but her. He supposed the right thing would be to go in and question her. But what if Mammon was no more than a few steps behind him? He couldn't take that chance. Not when the stakes were so high.
He would take her back to the apartment with him. There, he could question her at leisure and decide what to do without having to worry about Mammon or his henchmen discovering them. But what were the odds of her going along with him willingly?
Well, he couldn't worry about that now. He'd simply take her.
The night had grown dark enough that he didn't bother heading for the roof exit. Instead, he walked to the side of the building facing the narrow alleyway and stepped off. He landed the six-story fall with a thud that shook the ground. A cracking sound, followed by a twinge of pain shooting up his right leg, made him pause, but he ignored it as the fissure healed itself. The homeless man lying unconscious in a puddle not ten feet away mumbled and stirred before growing still once again.
Keegan crossed the street, his gaze single-mindedly locked on the figure of the woman visible through the window as she buzzed about the front of the gallery. A ray of light from a small lamp decorating the window caught her hair, spinning it into a web of gold. In that lighting, she looked almost like an angel.
But why was he thinking about the color of her hair? She wasn't an angel — not by a long shot.
And her luck was about to run out.
Brynn Meyers stifled a yawn as she tidied up the eclectic space of her showroom floor. With its old furniture and traditional chandeliers, the space more closely resembled an antiques shop than an art gallery. She'd started it several years ago with the inheritance she received following her father's death from a car accident, just a short time after her mother died of breast cancer. It seemed like she spent every waking moment there. If she wasn't working, she was painting in her small studio located in the back.
"Just two hours of painting tonight, then I'll go to sleep early for a change," she told herself. "This time I mean it."
God, how pathetic was she? Was she so lonely that she had to start bargaining with herself?
No, not lonely, Brynn. Just a loner. There's a difference.
Really, there was. Even if deep down inside, part of her wished she wasn't quite so alone. So unique.
Her hand grazed the easel holding the painting that had arrived earlier today. She turned to examine it more closely. Created by her favorite artist, it drew her in because of the artist's tendency to incorporate unusual materials into his work, such as the tattered pieces of muslin glued to this painting. It was an amazing work of art, and the cloth was obviously old and worn.
Brynn brushed her hand against the gathered fabric. Closing her eyes, she focused on the feel of it at her fingertips, on the shadows of memories that whispered to her, begging her to uncover them.
The muslin yielded beneath her touch, revealing its deepest secrets. Her vision narrowed, focusing in on the fabric as its memories hurtled toward her. Several hundred years old, the painting began its journey to her as part of an elegant dress worn by a Frenchwoman. Images of the woman's trembling fingers flowed into Brynn's mind, and she smiled at the impressions of the woman smoothing the material down, eagerly anticipating a visit from her secret lover. Then, in a scene years later, someone tore apart the dress for scraps. Even later, the bits of fabric were twisted and crafted into a rag doll, cherished for many years by the little girl who lovingly slept with it until she became too old for dolls.
The flashes of memory faded away. Taking a deep breath, she slowly returned to the present.
It's just a bit of fabric. She often had to remind herself of that. The memories embedded in inanimate objects tended to make them seem alive to her. But they weren't. They were just conduits for energy. And for some reason, she had the ability to sense this energy. This was a gift she'd had her whole life, and what had initially drawn her to art. Each piece had a story, an experience, rooted within it. Older art pieces could be positively overwhelming.
Of course, her so-called gift wasn't limited solely to art. There were times when it didn't seem like much of a gift at all — like when she discovered something she wasn't supposed to know. Case in point: when she'd touched her last boyfriend's cell phone and learned he'd recently used it to make an assignation with his ex-girlfriend. God, what a string of losers she'd dated recently.
The front door opened with a loud chime and Brynn snatched her hand away. Not like anyone would ever know what she'd been doing, but for some unexplainable reason, she always feared her gift would be discovered. Life was difficult enough without being branded a freak or a psycho.
She lifted her gaze to find a tall, well-built man standing in the doorway. Her breath caught as her eyes traveled from his skintight black shirt, highlighting every curve of his muscular chest, to the dark, shaggy hair framing his olive-toned face. A shiver ran through her. He embodied Dark and Dangerous, with the leather jacket to match.
And crap, she was ogling him like a slab of meat in a lion's den.
She wiped her suddenly damp palms against her slacks before moving forward to greet him. "Hi, welcome to Meyers Gallery. I'm Brynn."
He stared at her outstretched hand for so long that she fidgeted. Maybe he'd noticed her wiping her palms and had gotten grossed out. Great.
She started to pull her hand back, but he stopped her by at last reaching out to clasp his hand over hers. A tingle of awareness flashed across her palm, so sharp she had to struggle to hold back a startled gasp.
"I know," he said.
"What?" Brynn took a second to remember what they were talking about. Once she did, she flushed anew. This hunk of a man was making her lose her train of thought. "You mean you know my name? Have we spoken on the phone before, then? Are you here about one of the new art pieces?"
"No," he said, without releasing her hand.
His grasp was warm, heating Brynn from the inside out. The sensation was so disconcerting she needed another long second to process his response. "No? Well then, how can I help you?"
The man smiled, but something resembling regret flashed through his bluish-green eyes. Lord, they were amazing.
"Sorry," he said, the sound curling around his lips like a lover's caress.
Her gaze drifted to his full, luscious mouth, and she couldn't look away. If she didn't get him out of here soon, she was afraid she might jump his bones. Never before had she felt so viscerally attracted to a man, and it was unnerving, to say the least. This was the sort of distraction she didn't want or need.
"You're sorry? About what?" She tried to tug her hand back, but the man's grip held firm.
His left arm came at her so fast she only saw a flash of it, right before his fist connected with the side of her face. There was a burst of pain. Then, she went blissfully numb.CHAPTER 2
He'd made it all the way uptown with an unconscious woman in his arms and hadn't been spotted once. Not bad. Then again, he did have a few assets at his disposal. Like not having to use the ground.
Keegan carried the woman's limp figure into the Upper East Side penthouse apartment the Council had lent him and his brothers. The place was a far cry from the tiny shack he lived in back at home. The office alone was bigger, not to mention the four sizable bedrooms. And the amazing view of the city skyline from the wall of windows in the living room was nothing to scoff at. Too bad the magnitude of the situation didn't allow him to enjoy the view.
Taeg and Dagan, however, seemed to have no qualms about living it up. Sprawled out on the huge leather sectional in the living room, beers in hand, they watched some sports game on the large plasma television. The two of them didn't even look up when he entered the room.
"Glad to see you two douchebags can relax when this whole world is on the verge of being destroyed," Keegan said.
"No problem," Dagan said, before turning his attention back to the screen.
Taeg shrugged and kicked his feet off the coffee table, swiveling his head in Keegan's direction. He was wearing a T-shirt emblazoned with the words Why Do Today What You Can Put Off Until Tomorrow?
Keegan stifled a snort. "Nice shirt."
Taeg rose and started toward him. "My favorite thing about Earth so far is the shirts. Followed closely by the supercool lingo. Did you know 'Fuck off' is practically a greeting in this city?" He stopped a few feet away and examined the figure of the unconscious woman lying in Keegan's arms. "Wow. She's a real looker. What did you do to her, anyway?"
Keegan would've thought that was obvious. A dark purple bruise in the shape of his fist marred her otherwise flawless cheek. He swallowed past the flare of emotion that tightened his throat. "Knocked her out. How else was I going to get her back here?"
"I could have gotten her to come with us willingly, if you'd let me go with you," Taeg said. "But no, you wanted to go off and be Master of the Universe all by yourself."
"She was my responsibility."
"Yeah, and we all know how much you love responsibility."
Keegan ignored the unreasonable stab of irritation his brother's words provoked. He was only annoyed because Taeg was an ass. No other reason. Of all his half brothers, Taeg especially knew how to push his buttons. The only way to win this battle was to ignore him.
"She's a job, and nothing more," he told Taeg. "And don't forget what we might have to do to her."
"I haven't forgotten." Taeg smiled, though there was no humor in it this time. He obviously dreaded this as much as Keegan did. Taeg wasn't a monster. Not like their father.
Keegan's irritation melted away. His brothers didn't want to be here any more than he did. It wasn't their fault, what they were born into.
"Where's Ronin?" he asked.
"I'm here." Ronin appeared in the doorway leading from the kitchen. He was the second youngest of his half brothers, older than Dagan but younger than Taeg. "So you got her, huh?"
"Did she seem to know anything about Mammon or her ancestry?"
"I haven't questioned her yet. But there wasn't a trace of demon activity surrounding her. I figured I'd get her out of there first and ask questions later."
"Good idea." Ronin waited a beat before saying, "So ... are you going to hold her all day, or what?"
Embarrassment flooded through Keegan. He hadn't even considered letting go of the woman. Holding her in his arms eroded his ability to think straight, like the blood kept trying to rush out of his brain and into other parts of his anatomy.
I really need to get laid soon.
That was it. Nothing more.
Keegan turned and strode into the room they'd specifically prepared for her. For Brynn. As he carefully laid her on the bed, he couldn't help but think how well that name suited her. It was just as interesting and unusual as she was.
With her figure encased in tight wool slacks and a fitted black sweater, the outline of her slim form was clearly visible. Small, firm breasts. Flat stomach. When she'd looked up at him back at her art gallery, her eyes had been a soft, calming green.
She was beyond enticing.
The sound of a throat clearing roused Keegan from his slow survey. He looked behind him to see Ronin and Taeg crowding the doorway.
Ronin nodded toward Brynn. "Looks like you hit her pretty hard."
"Didn't mean to." What a dick thing to do, hitting her like that. But he'd had no choice. Not really. There was no knowing how close Mammon was to finding her, or if he hadn't gotten to her already. Either way, he'd needed to get her out of there fast. "I'll heal her."
"That's not necessary," Ronin interjected. "Not when I can do it with a simple touch."
Ronin started toward Brynn, but Keegan surprised himself by letting out a low growl. "I said I'll do it."
Shock registered on Ronin's face, and he held up his hands, backing off. Not that Keegan blamed him. Where did he get off being angry at the thought of his brother touching Brynn?
He must be losing his mind.
"Let him do it." Taeg's smooth voice dispelled the tension in the room. "You know how Keegan likes to suffer for his sins."
"Fuck you," Keegan said, taking a seat on the bed next to Brynn. He withdrew his iron pocketknife, flicked it open, and cut a shallow groove in his palm. After pressing his hand to her cheek, he drew it away. His blood seeped into her pores, healing her blood vessels. The swelling went down, and within a few seconds she was good as new.
He wiped the remnants of his blood off her cheek, trying not to think about how soft and cool her skin felt beneath his hand. She was just a woman, and a human one at that.
Well, mostly, anyway.
"So what now?" Ronin asked him.
"Now, we wait for her to wake up, and we question her. Then we'll decide what to do with her."
Taeg gave a soul-weary sigh. "Sounds great. I'm gonna go drink some more." He did an about-face and disappeared.
Unable to help himself, Keegan turned back to the woman. So soft and feminine.
The sound of Ronin moving behind him barely registered. "You did more than just walk tonight, huh?"
Without another word, Ronin poked his fingers through the jagged slits in Keegan's jacket and shirt, making contact with the bare flesh of his back.
Keegan fought back a flush. "Oh. Almost forgot about that." Which was unusual for him, something his intuitive little brother had no doubt picked up on.
"I had a feeling," Ronin replied dryly. "Might want to change before she wakes up."
"Yeah, good idea." If she didn't settle for outright panic and screaming when she awoke, she was bound to have questions for him. He didn't need to add any more to that list. Standing, he followed Ronin out of the room and clicked the door shut, then slid the lock on the outside into place.
Brynn opened her eyes to taupe satin wallpaper, dark wood furniture, and the faint smell of fresh, clean linen. She turned her head to the side, confirming that she was lying on a bed. A soft, comfortable bed with silky chocolate-colored sheets and a faux fur bedspread folded across the bottom. Where the hell was she?
Wait. What happened?
It all came back in one blinding rush. The gallery, the too-hot-to-be-real man. His fist shooting toward her face.
Brynn jerked up off the bed. Her first instinct was to panic, but she forced herself to calm down. She'd been through something like this before ... and she'd learned from that horrible incident that she was stronger than she looked. That was something the creep who'd dared to take her was about to find out ...
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My Review: After being raised by their cruel, sadistic father, Keegan and his 3 half-brothers have gone to work for the Council as enforcers. Their job on earth is to find the Book that could lead to the apocalypse for this world and, if that is not possible, then to kill the Heir who is the only person capable of wielding the power that the Book holds. The Heir is none other than Brynn, art gallery owner and normal human person...at least as far as she knows. Brynn has always had powers, but she has no idea that she has demon blood flowing through her veins or, for that matter, that demons really exist. So when Keegan knocks her out and kidnaps her for her own safety, she is a bit reluctant to buy into his whole story. But when a horde of 10 demons crashes into her apartment trying to kill the brothers and kidnap her, she is forced to face some scary-looking creatures and to accept that maybe she doesn't know all there is to know about her heritage or other aspects of the supernatural world. I really enjoyed this book. It's a really interesting world with a whole new twist on angels and demons. The four brothers have come from incredible evil. Their father was a demon who raped and tortured their mother's to impregnate them. They all have different mothers who were chosen based upon their distinctive skills and race. The brothers are all half demon, but the other halves are Dragon, Fae, Angel, and Siren with each of them having their own special skill-set based on their mother's race. Despite being raised under their father's cruel watch, they have turned out to be incredibly good guys with an incredible bond of love to each other. I loved all the scenes where they were interacting together. They have a great relationship and I can't wait until the rest of their books are out. Brynn is the perfect match for Keegan. Her world has been totally turned upside down, but she accepts that there is not much that she can change about that. She is brave, even if a bit brash. She will do whatever it takes to save Keegan no matter how much the prospect terrifies her. She is willing to power through and do whatever needs to be done and I loved that about her! This was a fantastic first novel in the series. (BTW, most of you know that I am NOT usually a big fan of first novels in paranormal series because they tend to get bogged down in all the world-building. That completely was NOT an issue in this book which jumped right into the action. I loved that about it!!) I completely enjoyed reading it and look forward to reading the others when they come out!
I went into Blood of the Demon thinking I was really going to like it. It had all the ingredients of a good story: a smart, fun main character with an unrealized power, a sympathetic, brooding male counterpart, magic, faeries, and demons. You name it. The storyline was great: Blood of the Demon is quick, witty and modern with humorous punchlines and characters. But for me, it still fell short. There¿s a lot of dialogue, which I love, and not a lot of info-dumping, which I also like. But I couldn¿t relate to the main character, and that¿s something that bothers me. Brynn is likeable and smart¿and has a power that she knows how to use but doesn¿t understand. But when she gets kidnapped by Keegan ¿for her own safety,¿ she takes it in stride and wants to¿you know¿do him. I found that pretty unbelievable, because who wants to make wild, passionate love to the guy who just clocked her out cold and is keeping her a virtual prisoner? Speaking of sex, Blood of the Demon has a lot of it. I¿m not a prude by any stretch of the imagination, but this felt almost like borderline erotica. You, as the reader, will be happily bumping along in the novel when BAM! the word ¿c*ck¿ is bandied about an awful lot, there¿s a heated scene, and then you¿re back to the story. I don¿t even smoke, and I felt like I needed a cigarette after reading some of those steamy scenes. It was as if the author placed ¿dirty¿ words throughout the novel in groups, just to have them. That just doesn¿t work for me; swearing in novels is fine with me, as long as it¿s used wisely and in context. I was able to pick up on some things right away; others, such as an incident Brynn had when she was 11, we¿re not given a clue to until it just kind of comes up halfway through the book, and is almost as quickly dismissed. I¿m being deliberately vague so I don¿t spoil it for you. Overall, Blood of the Demon was an okay read. I definitely wanted to know what happened next which is the cornerstone to any good story. But the characters felt weak to me and I couldn¿t sympathize with them, so without that, it falls flat on its pages.
I thoroughly enjoyed this story with it's unique spin on the Demon population and the strength of the characters. The four brothers each have their own specific ability and obviously will eventually all have their own tale to tell in coming books. Keegan is the eldest and the lead male role in this first story. He has an undeniable commitment and loyalty to his brothers and will stop at nothing to ensure their safely, as he harbours insurmountable guilt for horrors inflicted on them all in the past, which he failed to prevent. But the latest assignment the brothers undertake, will throw temptation in Keegan's path and test his resolve to put his family and duty before all else. Who would have thought an innocent young woman could be the key to not only Armageddon, but to Keegan's heart. The world created by the author and the strength of her cast, made this book an absolute pleasure to read.
Book Title: Blood of the Demon (Book One )Author: Rosalie LarioPublished By: Entangled PublishingGenre: Paranormal RomanceRecommended Age: 18+Reviewed By: Emily Tuley / AngelsCryHavocBlog Reviewed For: Great Minds Think Aloud Literary CommunityRating: 4 RavensThis was a very strong start to a series, I thoroughly enjoyed the book from the first page to the last it kept me turning the pages to see what happened next. The build up of the characters were nice and tied all in together that kept one wondering what would happen next. You could not help but fall in love with the brothers as they struggled to keep Brynn alive and their bonds close. The story is of Keegan sent to find out if Brynn is the key to the apocalypse. If so he is to keep her and in the event that they have no way to avoid it he¿s to kill her. Keeping her is one thing , Killing her is another as Keegan finds himself torn between falling in love with the very woman that could end Earth and all that she is or protecting his brothers, Killing their father and saving the world. Is one life really worth millions? A decision that Keegan finds himself in the middle of having to make and falling desperately in love. Shouldn¿t a Demon have a little love too even if most think that they are damned and evil to the world? I suggest that if you want a good flow of writing something in way of Sherrilyn Kenyon or some of the other really well series books out there pick this up and check it out today I know I can¿t wait till the next installment.
Generally I enjoyed this book. It had a creative story line and a strong female lead. What I really enjoyed though was the relationship between the brothers. I thought they were well developed and look forward to reading about the rest of them.
So I’m thinking Alpha Male, Strong Female, great world and interesting set up equals GREAT BOOK….BUT I was sort of disappointed in this book. The lead female, Brynn, has a lot of qualities that I enjoyed but she was just WAY to gullible and just accepted things way too easily. So I just got irritated with her too much! Despite that, I did enjoy the world that was built for this book and it intrigued me just enough to make me want to read the next book. So despite the things I didn’t like, it still had enough quality to make me like it as a whole. * I voluntarily reviewed a copy of this book from Netgalley. I was not compensated for my review, and I was not required to write a positive review. The opinion expressed here is my own.*
Totally enjoyed it
Enjoyed this one. A few steamy scenes.
I liked the overall story, but it just seemed to drag. It just couldn't keep me attention very long which is very rare. I like to read books in one sitting but this took me a few days just couldn't stay interested in it.
You people should just read this novel yourselves and write your own review on this novel. I really enjoyed reading this novel very much. ShelleyMA
I loved this book. I couldn't stop reading it. It had everything I was looking for romance humor and a great story. I cannot wait to read the next book in the series.
Enjoyed this book
This is a great read. Discover the abilities and consequences of having the gift of reading memories with a touch . then throw in a sexy demon who will do anything to be her hero and save the world and each other from Keegan's father and his own hell on earth ,where Brynn is the key to the destruction.
I found Blood of the Demon VERY EXCITING ! And sexy. Its a page-turner at its best.. Kept me reading till the end.
Ok well writen good story line and a new twist i had not read before really good