The Book Waitress, Camille Dutton, has luck on her
side. Good and bad. On the upside, she narrowly escaped death and Satan
claiming her soul. On the downside, a portal has been opened, and she can feel every
time a creature from Hell crosses over to our world.
Derek Galloway is one tenacious man. His curious
nature won’t let him rest until he closes Hell’s portal and finds a cure for
Camille’s affliction. Satan will have one helluva fight on his hands if he
tries to claim her again.
Camille and Derek, an unlikely couple, have found
each other in the darkest of times. Will they find the answers they need to
free her and the world from Satan’s grip? Or are they in for the longest,
darkest battle of their lives?
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R rated EXCERPT:
Evil had done a
real number on her in her sleep. She had to somehow push him out of her mind.
Useless facts! She could try using all those facts she stored up for no good
reason, but helped her in socially awkward situations. Maybe if she thought
about them, she could squeeze the darkness out.
“Did you know
good means morally excellent, virtuous, and righteous?” She sniffed and wiped
her wet eyes with the hem of her t-shirt. Dragging her fingers through her
thick mane, she removed the tumbling mess from her face and did her best to
tame the reckless locks of hair.
“No I didn’t.”
He extended his hand again, and this time she took it.
“It also means
honorable and worthy.”
“Both of which
you are.”
She inched out
of the corner, ever closer, and kneeled before him, suddenly sensing his
physical need of her, his concern, and affection. How could she deny her own
longing and desire for him?
“Show me,
Derek.” Her breath hitched. “Show me what Satan refuses me— the truth.”
He rose to meet
her in the center of the living room floor, the pair on their knees, like two
souls praying and worshipping each other. Butterflies flitted joyfully in her
belly, replacing the hurt of earlier, painful times. Her chin trembled with
anticipation as he brought his lips to rest upon hers for the most gentle of
kisses she believed had ever been given or received.
“I’m worthy, I’m
worthy….” she murmured over and over as he kissed her branded eyelids and
chased with feather-light kisses a single tear that had escaped to run down her
cheek. He blazed another trail along her throat, down to the sweet spot between
her breasts, and she enveloped him in her arms, cherishing the gentle restraint
he displayed, appreciating how hard it must be for him to contain his full
desires. Even she held back a little, wounds still smarting under the bandages.
But she couldn’t
deny herself the glory of seeing what lay hidden under his shirt, and pushed
him away to peel the thin material off in a burst of primal wanting. A godlike
present had lain underneath. Smooth, sculpted arms, chest and abdomen seemed to
beg for her hands to touch, and she willingly obeyed. Groaning, his eyes
fluttered closed as she explored each hill with her lips and every valley with
the tip of her tongue. He tasted of sunlight and all that was good and honest.
Like a man. A virile man to whom she would have to show her entire body.
She froze,
frightened by her urgent need and limitations.
He opened his
eyes and when they met hers, they were filled with understanding. He caressed
her cheek and whispered, “Camille, my beautiful flower, whatever you need,
whatever you want, just tell me.”
He waited
patiently for her to find her voice. “I…I don’t want you to see my body. Not
like this.”
“Love-making can
take many forms, sweetheart. Take me to your bed, Cam. I’ll show you.”
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