Gentlemen Prefer Succubi

Gentlemen Prefer Succubi

by Jill Myles

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Who Knew An Angel Could Get A Girl In So Much Devilish Trouble?

Jackie Brighton woke up in a Dumpster this morning, and her day has only gotten weirder. Her familiar B-cups have somehow become double Ds, her sex drive is insatiable, and apparently she had her fi rst one-night stand ever...with a fallen angel. All she remembers is gorgeous Noah's oddly hypnotic blue eyes...and then a dark stranger whose bite transformed her into an immortal siren with a sexy Itch. With help from Noah, Jackie begins to adapt to her new lifestyle -- until she accidentally sends Noah into the deadly clutches of the vampire queen and lands herself in a fi erce battle for an ancient halo with the queen's wickedly hot righthand man. Who just happens to be the vampire who originally bit her. How's a girl supposed to save the world when the enemy's so hard to resist?

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781416588146
Publisher: Pocket Books
Publication date: 12/29/2009
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 368
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

Jill Myles has been an incurable romantic since childhood. She reads all the 'naughty parts' of books first, looks for a dirty joke in everything, and thinks to this day that the "Little House on the Prairie" books should have been steamier. After devouring hundreds of paperback romances, mythology books, and archaeological tomes, she decided to write books of her own - stories with a wild adventure, sharp banter, and lots of super-sexy situations. She prefers her heroes alpha and half-dressed, her heroines witty and strong, and she loves nothing more than watching them overcome adversity to fall into bed together.

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It had obviously been one hell of a night if I couldn?t recall why I was waking up in a Dumpster.

I blinked a few times, staring at the sky overhead. A Dumpster? Surely not. But between the flies, the stench, and the garbage bags surrounding me, I didn?t know what else it could be. My left hand rested on something clammy and wet, and I hoped that it was an old newspaper and not something more sinister. I didn?t even want to think about what was tickling my bare toes.

I sat up, cradling my throbbing head and trying to think. What the hell had happened? I didn?t normally find myself comatose and drooling amid piles of garbage.

Shit. My boss was going to be sooo totally pissed at me.

Something itched against my breast and I reached up to scratch, finding a hard plastic card shoved into the side of my bra.

A room key for a hotel. The Grand National here in New City, Wyoming.

My mind regurgitated a series of drunken memories from my bender last night. I?d met a man at the bar of the swanky hotel just as the sun was cresting into dawn and I was polishing off my latest martini. He?d walked into the bar and, since the place was deserted, headed straight for me and bought me another drink. I?d let him. I mean, hell, free alcohol.

He was even hot to boot, which was a nice change from the creeps that normally tried to pick me up. I vaguely remembered an amazing body, a voice that could stop traffic, and the bluest eyes I?d ever seen.

That wasn?t the only thing I remembered. My brain flashed another image into my head, of a rather large part of my date?s anatomy. Which I?d seen in close detail.

?Ohmigod. I?m a slut,? I moaned, burying my face in my hands.

I?d never had a one-night stand before, but by the time I?d met my Blue-Eyed Casanova, I was eight or twelve martinis into an all-nighter and three sheets to the wind. I couldn?t remember a darn thing except those eyes and that smile. And his dick.

That bothered me on levels I didn?t even want to think about. I sighed and brushed a wet wad of trash off my hand and straightened my thick, smudged glasses on my face. At least they hadn?t been wrecked in my night in the garbage.

?Who?s there?? a warbling voice called, and I clambered through the trash to the edge of the Dumpster, peering over the metal side.

A bearded older man?homeless, if the stocking cap and reek of whiskey were any indication?stared up at me in surprise. A familiar cute black-and-pink handbag was tucked under his left arm.

?Hey, that?s mine.? I pointed a grimy finger at the purse. ?Give it back.?

Much to my surprise, he handed it up to me with a wide-eyed expression. ?I thought you were dead. Sorry.?

What an odd statement. I frowned down at him. ?Sorry, no. Do you have anything else of mine I might be needing?? My legs were devoid of pantyhose, and my bare toes wiggled between the garbage. My shoes were nowhere to be seen, and I wasn?t even sure I still had panties on?all of which was making me extremely nervous. Resisting the urge to cry, I swallowed hard.

?I didn?t take them. I didn?t take anything else.? The bum sounded rather miffed that I had the gall to accuse him of stealing.

I ignored him and began to dig through the garbage, trying not to think too hard about what I was touching. Sure enough, my favorite pink-and-black Steve Madden pumps were there underneath a pizza box. I shook them out to be safe.

With my belongings in hand, I swung a leg over the side of the Dumpster and began to climb out. I?d probably given the bum a flash of panties (if I still had them), but I didn?t care.

He took a swig from his brown-bag-covered bottle. ?You were dead, you know,? he pointed out. ?You weren?t breathing.?

I slid down onto the pavement with a thump, losing a few strands of chow mein that had stuck to my skirt. ?Um, what exactly makes you say that?? I asked as I put on my shoes.

?I?m serious,? he protested. ?I checked. You weren?t breathing. I even saw your boyfriend dump you here. I wouldn?t take a purse from a live girl.?

I looked up from picking a noodle off my shoe. ?You did? Blond guy? Blue eyes?? Big package?

The bum shook his head and took another swig of alcohol. ?Naw. Black-haired. Real tall. Nice coat. He kissed your cheek and dumped you in there.?

I didn?t recall Bachelor No. 2. Good lord, what had I done last night? My date had definitely been blond. An image flashed through my mind?a memory??of us in the shower, my arms twined around his neck while he lifted my bare leg to fit around his hips ?

I wanted to cry. I didn?t know if I was upset that I?d slept with a stranger, or that he was hot and I couldn?t remember very much. I sighed and rubbed my neck. A sharp pain shot through my skin, like I?d rubbed it raw during my sleep. I touched the spot with careful fingers and found it sticky. Yet another gift from the garbage. Ugh. I looked over at my drunken companion. ?What time is it??

The bum checked his plastic wristwatch. ?It?s eleven a.m. Tuesday,? he announced.

?No, it?s not. Today?s Monday.? I remembered it, because we were scheduled to be short a docent at the museum today. Monday.

?It?s Tuesday,? he repeated. ?You?ve been in that garbage since yesterday. Dead.?

His story was getting pretty tiresome. I decided to change the subject. ?Say, do you have any napkins, old man? Clean ones?? I touched the sore spot on my neck again and winced.

?I do. Cost ya five dollars.?

I glared at him. ?How about you give me the napkins and I don?t call the police??

He shrugged. ?They give me three square meals a day and a bed to sleep in. Go ahead and call ?em.?

Obviously I wasn?t going to win this one. I sighed and pulled my wallet out of my purse. All the money was in place, crumpled dollars sandwiched between a few receipts, my ID intact. That was a good sign, and my spirits perked up a little. I held a five-dollar bill out to him. ?Here. Trade you.?

He held out a stack of Burger King napkins in return and took the money. ?Thank you kindly, miss.?

?Don?t mention it,? I said, swabbing at my neck and sizing up the alley as I tried to discern my location. It looked to be downtown New City, still outside the bar I?d found. The alley was strewn with garbage, murky puddles splotched the pavement, and mine was but one of many Dumpsters. Still, it looked like the entertainment district that I remembered being in before my memory blanked out, so that was comforting. I tossed down the napkin and stopped short when I saw the smear of dark red.


I ran my hands along my neck in alarm. Nothing but smooth skin met my fingers?no cuts, no scratches, nothing. Maybe someone had spilled a daiquiri on me?I gave my neck another quick touch just to make sure there were no open wounds. Nothing.

?Well, it?s been fun, but I should be running along,? I announced to the bum, wiggling my fingers at him in farewell. ?Thanks for the napkins.?

?Anytime, dead girl.? He took another swig, eyeing me as if I?d bite him.

I stumbled away, wobbling in my high heels. First, coffee. Then a bus home and a hot shower.

I turned the corner and saw two unexpected things: First, my alley wasn?t behind the bar at all, but behind the rather large, sumptuous hotel that I sure as heck couldn?t afford on a museum salary (but had a key to in my bra). And second, I ran smack-dab into Blue Eyes, dressed in a suit, a cup of Starbucks in his hand.

He stopped and stared at me in shock.

I did the same.

He broke the silence first. ?Jackie??

?Yes?? I felt stupid for responding with that, but my memory was full of holes. All I could remember were random, naked parts of his body. My eyes flicked down to his crotch. Yep, he was my guy.

?You?re still here??

I wasn?t sure whether to laugh at his comment or cry. Boy, talk about uncomfortable moments. ?Am I not supposed to be??

He smiled, and my legs turned to Jell-O. Lord, he was gorgeous. ?It?s just a surprise to see you again. You left in quite a hurry.? He stared at my hair with a look of surprise.

My date seemed ? different somehow. I studied him, trying to decide what it was. It wasn?t just the clothing?I seemed to recall a lot of his bare, tanned chest pressed against my pale, fleshy one. It was his eyes. They weren?t the same beautiful shade of blue as I remembered from last night?or yesterday, whatever?but more of a washed-out silver. It was disappointing to see him in the daylight and realize that he?d had beer beauty. Sure, he was still a gorgeous hunk, but there?d been something utterly ? carnal about him that my drunken self had been unable to resist. My brain flashed other images?his fingers digging into my waist, my breasts bouncing in the air. I straddled him, rocking my hips atop his as he drove his hard cock deep inside me ?

I buried my face in my hands, trying to stop the onslaught of memories.

?You have noodles in your curls.? He reached out to touch a filthy hank of my hair.

?I do?? I felt around the mess myself. Sure enough, a long spaghetti noodle had entangled itself in my reddish-brown hair. ?I think I fell asleep in someone?s dinner. You know, when you left me in the Dumpster??

?When I awoke, you were gone.? He touched my cheek in a tender gesture, his fingertips brushing against my thick glasses. ?I thought you were mad at me. That you regretted what happened between us.?

At the smile, my heart thudded in my breast and my nipples tightened. I remembered that slow, sweet grin. He?d flashed it at me just before he?d lowered me to the hotel bed. He?d sucked on my nipples through my plain white bra, teasing them through the cheap fabric. The tips of my breasts hardened with the memory and I crossed my arms over my chest.

Oh my God, I was a slut. He was hot as hell, but I never slept with a guy on the first date. Never. It wasn?t even a date, I reminded myself with horror. He picked you up in the bar. Drunk. Easy.

I scowled at him and batted his hand away. ?I don?t know why you get your kicks from leaving girls in the garbage, but getting me a cab and saying that you?d call me would have done the trick if you didn?t want to see me again.?

He gave me another heart-meltingly puzzled look. ?What are you talking about? I woke up and you weren?t there.? He pulled my hand into his free one, rubbing his thumb across my dirty skin. ?I wanted to find out your full name, Jackie.?

We were only on a first-name basis? Talk about a slam to the ego. ?Jackie Brighton,? I blurted out.

He smiled at me as if I were delicious, and a low heat started throbbing between my legs. ?Nice to meet you, Ms. Brighton. I?m glad we got to see each other again.?

I pulled my hand out of his before I could jump his bones again. Wild sluts like me were capable of anything, after all. ?What?s today??

The smile became puzzled. ?It?s the seventeenth. Tuesday.?

Either he was in cahoots with the homeless guy or something really weird was going on. I frowned and pulled my cell phone out of my purse, staring at the date on the screen. Sure enough, the seventeenth. My phone had been on for so long that one lonely power bar remained at the top corner. ?I seem to have lost a day somehow.?

?You look exhausted.? He touched my cheek again, and that awful, wonderful melting feeling started in my belly again. ?Would you like to grab a bite to eat? It?s about lunchtime. We can catch up on things.?

?Lunchtime?? My stomach rumbled in response, reminding me that I hadn?t had much to eat before my martini bender. Which, according to everyone but me, was two nights ago. ?I hadn?t really given it much thought.?

?Come on,? he said, taking my hand in his. ?You look like you?re having a rough day. I?ll buy.?

As soon as his warm hand closed over mine, the world rocked and desire exploded through me. My clothes itched and I suddenly yearned to throw them off and drag him into the nearest alley and ride him.

I settled for snatching my hand out of his. ?Don?t touch me.?

He seemed nonplussed by my standoffish attitude. ?I?m buying you lunch.?

?Fine.? As soon as I said it, I regretted it. Why was this guy so hard to resist? The lure of coffee was tempting, but not quite so much as the urge to find out what exactly happened the other night. And somehow, I just couldn?t say no to him. ?Coffee is fine, but no funny business, mister.?

His mouth slid up in a gorgeous smile, and a pulse of attraction shot straight through me. Definitely the same guy, blue eyes or not. How embarrassing that I was still attracted to him.

How embarrassing that I didn?t remember his name.

?Noah,? he offered. ?Noah Gideon.?

?Fine,? I repeated, trying not to think of his package or the wonderful things he?d done to me with it. ?Coffee, and you can fill me in on the details, Noah.?

?I would love for you to have coffee with me,? he said, lifting my hand and kissing the knuckles, garbage smell and all.

Dumpster, I reminded myself. He left you in a Dumpster!

Now someone tell my throbbing loins that.

? 2010 Jill Myles

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Gentlemen Prefer Succubi (Succubus Diaries Series #1) 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 118 reviews.
jb70 More than 1 year ago
I received Gentlemen Prefer Succubi as part of Pocket Books Science Fiction Blog Tour. This is the first book by Jill Myles in a series about Jackie Brighton. Jackie is such a fun character and reminded me of other characters from series that I enjoy reading. She had some characteristics of Queen Betsey in MaryJanice Davidson's Undead series, some of Rachel Morgan from Kim Harrison's witch series and even some of Stephanie Plum from Janet Evanovich's number series. She was likeable, sarcastic, and a fish out of water who keeps ending up in situations beyond her understanding or control. What attracted me to this book was the fallen angel idea. This fall I read Hush, Hush by Becca Fitzpatrick which also features a fallen angel and I was interested to see another authors take on the idea. I can't recall ever reading about succubi before and wasn't sure what that meant. The succubi part of the novel made it racier than what I usually read. This might not be a book for everyone, I know I have friends who don't care for books with too much passion. I took it to read at my daughters ballet class and was actually embarrassed at one point hoping no one was looking over my shoulder at it. That said a lot of it was just sexual tension which really added to the novel. In the authors letter she thanks many people and then comments that she plans to go to her parents house and rip out all the sex scenes. A lot of them are clustered at the beginning of the book and part of me wondered what would be left if she removed them all, but then I saw that there was just a lot of it at the beginning but not so much later on. Jackie meets a vampire when she is out at a bar who drains a lot of her blood and then leaves her where a fallen angel hangs out. The combination of the loss of blood and being intimate with the serim (or fallen angel) changes her into a succubi. As a succubi she has a very appealing figure, wonderful hair, and is beautiful and attractive to all men. She can eat whatever she wants and doesn't need to sleep anymore. Plus she is now immortal. On the downside, she needs to have sex every other day. Especially in January when so many of us have made new year's resolutions I am sure many people have wondered how much they would be willing to trade to be thin and beautiful, to have the perfect figure and live forever, and tempting as that train of thought is, I'm not sure we would trade it with some of the other factors involved. I am used to thinking about angels as being all good, but can anyone, even someone who should be divine, be all good? Does desire to sin go to all beings or just humans? While I found both of Jackie's love interests to be alluring, I have to admit that I found a favorite and it wasn't who I thought it would be. Zane grabbed my heart in this novel! I am so glad that I had an introduction to this author. The beginning of her next novel is included in the back and I have already added it to my TBR list!
harstan More than 1 year ago
In New City, Wyoming museum docent Jackie Brighton wakes up in a dumpster. She thinks back to having met a guy at the swanky bar of the luxurious Grand National Hotel. Out of character for her, she had gone to the room of bachelor number one angel Noah for mind-boggling (and bodily parts) sex. Although she does not remember, she also ended up having a bite with Bachelor number two Zane the vampire. That sexual combo has turned her into a succubus that men desire including the angel and the vampire. Porn star succubus Remy mentors Jackie who begins a quest for a magical halo while trying to decide between the two bachelors in her life; knowing that if she chooses one over the other she has picked which side she joins in the cosmos war. The characters are stereotype as is the war; yet Gentlemen Prefer Succubi is a great one sitting read due to a wicked sense of humor in which author Jill Myles shows she has a deft touch as the timing seems to be perfect. Fans will cheer on the nerd who becomes a sex goddess, which has perks but also cons. Harriet Klausner
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I wanted to like this book...I really did because the authors sense of humor is refreshing...however...I cannot tolerate it when the author writes as if you are a complete moron.  No one person on earth believes that the main character is actually intelligent.  No matter how many times the author keeps mentioning it to the reader in the story.  The fact that she just stumbles from one mess to the other getting anyone who happens to come in contact with her in trouble is just too much of a stretch for the readers to believe that she is not red head but actually blonde.  I am really disappointed because this book had so much potential.  Why does the author think that a dumb, selfish, ungrateful, childish, mean, and silly pretend red head but really blond idiot is going to appeal to anyone over the age of 12.  I am assuming this twelve year old has snuck into her mom's stash of romance novels and drawn the wrong conclusion as to what women want in a leading lady.  It almost feels like two people were actually writing this book.  This character is even more  irritating  than Bella from Twilight.  You notice the fans always say either team Edward or team Jacob because Bella was a jerk that always bullied those poor suckers around.  But I digress.  I must admit I do like this author's creativity and writing style but I have never liked mean selfish women so I ca't really like the main character, which kind of ruins it for me.  I don't want to see her happy at all.  I just want to see her break one of these promises she keeps making and go to hell where she belongs.  Sorry.
ImOnFire More than 1 year ago
I loved this book! Funny, sexy, and dangerous.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really like this book and the second one too. I finished both in just a few days and can't wait for the third to come out. It's far different from your average paranormal romance (in a very good way), with angels, fallen angels, vampires, succubi, demons, warlocks, etc. And the way they came to be in Myles' story is extremely original and creative. She's created a world we paranormal romance readers have yet to encounter. It's enjoyable to read about Jackie adapting to her new life a succubus, as a character most women could relate to. Noah is her sexy knight in shining armor with a heart of gold, and Zane is her vampire bad boy who's temptation she just can't resist. Remy, her friend and mentor to all things succubus, adds spice to the story and the adventures are just plain fun. Don't miss this series! It's a true gem in the midst of all the stories nowadays that are always the same in some way, shape or form.
mzserena on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
After reading the Georgina Kincaid series, the Succubus Diaries are a bit of a let down. I enjoyed the book immensely, in a totally different way than I did Georgina.I can definitely see myself reading the rest of the series and enjoying them, simply for the fluff factor. And there is a LOT of fluff. The writing is a bit juvenile, despite the adult content.All in all, it's not a bad book.
shelleyraec on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Mind candy probably best describes this for me - amusing and easy to read. Moves more into erotica than romance - but she is a succubus after all. I'm on Team Zane LOl
Cajunbooklady on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book was HOT, HOT, HOT! We follow the main character Jackie through an "interesting" turn of events. (I don't want to give it all away LOL) Anyway, she is a homely woman that gets turned into a sexy one; which then turns her life upside down! I will say that my favorite character's besides Jackie are Noah and Zane. I imagine them as real hotties! Jill does a great job building up her characters and keeping that air of mystery around them. I was constantly wondering who were the bad guys and who were the good guys!The "intimate" (I try to keep it PG-13 here guys LOL) scenes are smokin' hot and there are a lot of 'em. Let's not forget that the paranormal creatures abound...angels, demons, vampires, succubi, and other various "things."This book had so many twists and turns it kept me hooked! I t also ended on such a high note that I can't wait to read "Succubus Blues." I'm a new fan of Jill Myles and I think you will be too!
Readingfanatic1 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I usually will not touch a book with a fabio look alike on the cover. I also, usually like my paranormal books to be dark (more on the edge of UF). I should have disliked this book, instead I read it in one night and was smiling so hard my cheeks (on my face that is) hurt. I still want to trash the cover. It was the reason I held off reading it for so long. Why do the publishers think that women will only buy these books when the man looks like Fabio with long greasy hair? GROSS! Regardless, this is a case of dont judge a book by its cover!The characters in this book are great. They are funny, witty and make you unsure who you like more. The storyline is easy to follow, humorous at parts but still has enough action to keep you interested. Jackie, poor, poor Jackie, yeah right. If we all could have the problems Jackie had in this book. Which man to sleep with Noah or Zane? I want her problems!
lalawe on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Fluffy but fun. The plot was predictable (if you've read any other paranormal romance, you won't find any surprises here), but the main character, Jackie, was hilarious. This reminded me very much of MaryJanice Davidson's Queen Betsy books.
thewalkinggirl on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
You know how when you eat Cheetos, you know they're bad for you and they're kind of disgusting, but you can't stop eating them until your hands are covered in a layer of toxic orange gunk? That's kind of how this book was for me. (Only instead of toxic orange gunk, it's bruises from banging my head against the wall.)And yes, I am planning to read the next one. (What can I say? I like Cheetos.)
sandyg210 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Jackie Brighton woke up in a dumpster this morning, and her day has only gotten weirder. Her breasts grew overnight, her sex drive is insatiable, and apparently she had her first one-night stand ever . . . with a fallen angel. This was a fun read with quirky characters and and interesting plot line. My only real problem with the story was that Jackie was written as being rather stupid and slow to catch onto what was going on. And her fellow succubus Remy who was older and more experienced wasn't much better, being mainly interested in clothes and sex.
IsisAshaki More than 1 year ago
Interesting twist... Funny turns...
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Jill Myles does a wonderful job bringing characters to life. Throughout the series, you just fall more in love with the people. Read these books!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was very. Good characters.
tmkat120 More than 1 year ago
Oh My Goodness! I read a lot of steamy & well written Paranormal Fantasy/Romance & this series has just hit the top of my "fun-to-read" rictor scale. Jll Myles has created a fantasticly funny & sexy dynamic between her characters - Jackie, Noah, Zane, Remey, et al. - & a magnetic drawn from them to the reader. I found myself drawn to the next page to see where Jackie's adventure took her & to find out if my suspicions were correct. I still think that Jackie's naievety is eye rolling funny - more of dingy blond than fiery red-head - it's refreshing. She's not a kick-ass vixen who round house kicks her way through the problem rather she's an educated woman who solves a mystery with her brains...with a little body thrown in. The twist in the aspect of the Serim & the Vampires is a nice new concept & I enjoyed how they have created a new twist to an old story line. I highly recommend this series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved this book (and loved the whole series!) Great humor, which made me laugh out loud many times during reading, as well as steamy sex scenes with hilarious and very sexy main characters! If you love paranormal romance this series is a must read!
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IrishCB More than 1 year ago
Enjoyed the series.