Rescuing the witch was the easy part. Convincing her we’re destined may be the death of me.
SIERRA
One day I’m minding my own business, the next I’m face-to-face with a Duke of Hell bent on ruling mankind and ensuring the Brethren, whoever they are, never find me or the rest of the prophesied “brides”.
I try to keep up with the rantings, but frankly, the disfigured demon no longer scares me. What does are the voices in my head that are the only things keeping me company in my dark prison inside a cave under a volcano. Okay, maybe it’s just one voice. One deep, rumbly sexy voice that keeps telling me to hold on. I’m beginning to think these sulphureous fumes are making me hallucinate.
Then he shows up and with an inhuman roar, takes out the half dozen demons who’ve been guarding me for months. And when I get my first look at my rescuer, something I buried a long time ago, awakens. The very thing the Duke of Hell kidnapped me for. But that’s not what I’m most scared of.
Not by a mile.
It’s the man who’s not quite human, not even close, who claims we’re fated mates setting off a huge battle between my head—which craves solitude, and my heart plus my traitorous body which wants my bigger-than-life rescuer, his large hands and even larger muscles up close and personal: forever.
MAC
For months I’ve run on little more than adrenaline. I’ve finally discovered my mate, but she’s being held by my family’s greatest enemy: a power hungry demon even Lucifer cowers from.
My first glimpse of Sierra was on a video link, too brief, but enough that the power of our connection almost knocked me off my feet.
With my grizzly driving me crazy, then driving me from my brothers to search every corner of the globe for my mate. With an assist from our otherworld father, I locate her in Iceland. Instead of being grateful, she insists I take her home. Back to the safe, boring (aka lonely) life she was living.
It’s not easy convincing my mate that we belong together with demons chasing us, but if anyone can win over my reluctant bride, it’s me. Am I too confident? No. Am I frustrated? You bet your as…, ah yes—yes, I am.
But I have faith in my charm, and my determination. Now, to show her how good we’ll be together.
