𝗗𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹…
Succubus Katrina is fasting for her freedom. If she can ignore her demonic urges long enough, Satan will eventually forget about her, and she'll be free.
Just because she isn't getting it on doesn't mean she can't help the supes of New Orleans do the pants-off dance-off.
Introducing Swipe Right to Bite, the best and only hook-up app for the supernatural. Business booms from day one, and the horizontal tango becomes the most popular dance in the Big Easy.
Until Gabe, the insufferable incubus, shows up and ruins everything.
There isn't enough room in this town for two fornicating fiends, and Katrina is determined to send this guy packing, no matter how hot a fire he lights in her nether regions.
But Gabe has a few tricks up his sleeve, and he won't make it easy on her. The question is, how hard will she make it on him?
𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘵-𝘢𝘴-𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘺!
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Katrina nibbled on a piece of angel food cake and took her seat in the “Circle of Hope,” which was nothing more than a ring of metal folding chairs, but giving it the name was part of Hellions Anonymous rules. After setting her pastry on a plate in her lap, she addressed the room, “Good evening, everyone. Shall we begin?”
The other demons nodded.
“I’ll start. Hi, my name is Katrina, and I’m a succubus.”
“Hi, Katrina,” they said in unison.
Everyone knew who she was. Hell, all the attendees had been in New Orleans for at least fifty years and knew more about each other than they cared to. But she always followed meeting protocol. They occasionally had a visitor from out of town, and she never knew when said visitor might be a board member doing an audit.
“I was banned from hell when Satan’s flavor of the month found us in a compromising position in his chambers.” She’d told the story so many times she said it word for word on autopilot. “Now, I run Swipe Right to Bite to help supes find others with…similar interests.” As she finished, Mike cleared his throat and gestured with his head toward the door.
She turned around, and her jaw slammed shut with an audible click. There, sticking a nametag to his chest, was none other than Gabe the incubitch. He looked at her with a devilish grin, and she shot to her feet, fisting her hands at her sides. “You are not welcome here.”
“Really?” He sauntered toward the circle with a cocky gait. “I thought all demons were welcome at, if not required to attend, HA meetings.”
She crossed her arms, shifting her weight to her right foot. “You’re welcome at your hometown meeting. You will never be welcome here.”
He chuckled. “That’s no way to treat a new member, is it? New Orleans just may be my new hometown if you and I can set our differences aside.”
“Our differences?” Her mouth fell open. “Are you insane? Satan sent you here to ruin me. How could I ever be okay with that? With you? You are Satan’s bitch!” Okay, maybe that was a little harsh, but damn. Did he really think he could waltz into her town, do the Devil’s bidding, and expect her to lean over the bathroom counter and take it from behind?
“I’m not his bitch. I gained my freedom decades ago. But…if you want to talk about a bitch…” He arched one of those thick, full brows drawing her attention to the deep blue of his eyes.
Focus, Katrina. She pressed a hand to her chest. “How dare you?”
“How dare you? What possessed you to come into my lecture and turn it into a sex-fest?”
A few of the demons in the group snickered, and Katrina jerked her head toward them, giving them a look that could freeze ice on the Devil’s ass. That shut them right up.
“You’re ruining my career! Thirty-five men have canceled their accounts on my dating app since you rolled into New Orleans. Do you know how much it’s going to cost me? I rely on their monthly fees for my livelihood.”
He laughed dryly. “Do you know how much it cost me to refund every ticket for the lecture you ruined?”
She lifted one shoulder dismissively. Maybe seductively. Hey, she was a succubus. Sex was never far from her mind. “Do I care?”
His brow slammed down over his sapphire eyes before they flashed red. Damn, he was sexy when he was mad. Ugh! Why am I even thinking about him like that? He’s my enemy.
“Obviously, you don’t.” He strolled into the circle and sat in an empty chair. “It seems we are at odds with the way we’re atoning for our former sins. And if it’s true there’s only room for one sex demon in New Orleans, know this: I’m not going anywhere.”
“Well, neither am I.” Katrina plopped into her seat and crossed her legs. The nerve! Just who did this guy think he was strolling into her life, looking hotter than hellfire, and ruining everything she’d worked so hard to build?
He even had the gall to smile and give her a wink. “Hi. I’m Gabe, and I’m an incubus.”