Two short stories complete in this volume. In Demon Plays with Angel, Angel wants Demon to save a newborn on Halloween, the night when the veil between the mortal and immortal worlds is its thinnest. Demon might do it, for the right reward.
In Demon is a Red-Hot Lover, it's Valentine's Day and Cupid shoots her golden arrow right at Demon. She'll only remove the stinging arrow if he figures out how to treat Angel right. He tries all the trappings of romance - jewelry, flowers, fine dining. But the real answer is much simpler. If only he can see it.
Excerpt: “Cupid shot me.”
Angel thought she heard the words as she roused out of sleep in her New York City penthouse. But it was the long groan of the big man lying next to her in bed that really woke her.
“Demon?” She raised herself on her elbow to peer down at the unexpected sight. “What are you doing here?”
“It’s a holiday, isn’t it?” Demon’s black gaze moved from her face to her breasts. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
She laughed. “This is not your kind of holiday.”
He groaned again. “No kidding. But Cupid ambushed me.”
He reached a hand toward her breast, then dropped it like she was on fire. “No,” he said, “I have to be on my best behavior.”
“Your best behavior is not very good.” She smiled. “With one exception.”
“Damn. Don’t look at me like that.”
“Why not?” From long experience, she knew he loved the tilted head, look-up-through-the-eyelashes-glance.
“Like I told you, Cupid ambushed me. She dropped me here with instructions to treat you right.”
“Treat me right?”
“She said there’s more to pleasing an angel than giving her great sex.”
“Hmmm. Cupid did not ask for my opinion on this theory.” Angel pushed back the sheet. Yup. He was naked. Gloriously naked. His broad shoulders tapered down to hips that performed with all the strength and stamina an angel could want. And she could plainly see that Demon was ready to perform.
She reached out a hand.
He caught it just before she touched his pride and joy.
“Demon?” Her gaze flew to his face. Never, in all the years of their sporadic relationship, had he halted her.
He inched away from her. “I’m not kidding, Angel. Look.” He turned on his side so she could see his arm. A golden arrow glowed just under the skin in the center of his bicep.
She stroked the arrow, feeling nothing but hard muscle. “That’s sexy, Demon. Kind of like a submerged tattoo.”
“It hurts like a bitch,” he muttered. “Damn Cupid and her tricks.”
“What does it mean?”
“She didn’t tell me, the red-haired witch. She said I could figure it out.”
Angel tossed back her long hair, knowing her breasts were barely confined by the white lace of her nightgown. Mentally, she wrote off the expensive garment. Demon was not noted for his patience. “While you figure it out,” she said, “let me make you feel better.”
“Angel.” He flung himself on his back. “You don’t know the worst part.”
She leaned over to inhale his hot scent. “Tell me, Demon.” She licked the side of his neck, loving the raspy feel of his morning beard.
He arched his neck in a way that told her he was aching for more. “Ahhhh, Angel, stop that.”
“Why?” She smoothed one hand down his hair-covered chest. Just as she reached the bottom of his hard abdomen, he grabbed her hand. Stopping her again?
She lifted her head to look at him. “What is going on?”
His black eyes dipped to her breasts and he groaned for the third time. “Cupid said I can’t have sex with you until I do the right thing by you.”
“The right thing?” She blew him a kiss. “That would involve you and me in a lip and body lock.”
“I don’t think that’s what she meant. She said we demons get away with too much when it comes to females.”
“Of course you do.” She bent over him again, her head level with his abdomen. “A demon is the ultimate bad boy. And I want to lick my own personal bad boy some more.”
“Stop that.” He grabbed her hair.
“Ummm. That feels good,” she murmured.
“Come on, Angel.” He pulled her hair. “Help me figure this out so we can have some fun.
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About the Author
Here are some factoids about Scarlet:
She has swum with the dolphins. A lovely and peaceful adventure, nothing like running with the wolves. (Though, sadly, missing Kevin Costner.)
She has been in a Chilean mine. Fortunately, not for an extended stay, and no movie deals were forthcoming as a result.
Her sister and her niece and nephews were on a reality TV show, however. Scarlet's daughter taped the interview, and they credit her with their start to tiny fame.
Scarlet has visited nude beaches in the Caribbean, in Austria (a lake beach), and in Greece. But she never saw anything half as intriguing as the visions in her mind due to reading and writing books.
Books are magic.
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