breakable. Demons glommed onto him, far too needy, attaching themselves with the tenacity of barnacles, draining him of inspiration and clinging long past their expiration dates.
He’d learned from bitter experience he could crisp any woman he touched. The infamous Maxwell Raines: a six-foot-six, two hundred twenty-five pound hunka burning love.
And now I’m channeling Elvis.
BLURB:
Dagney Night, a sought-after succubus, is no
stranger to blazing hot sex. But as Valentine’s Day approaches, she longs for
something more. When oddly erotic paintings arrive for display at her art
gallery, arousing everyone who views them, she wonders about the mysterious
artist who created the works.
Maxwell Raines, a fire-sex demon, lives a life of
solitude and seclusion behind the walls of his compound at Sleepy Hollow,
channeling his lustful impulses into his art—until his muse deserts him and his
temperature rises past the danger point. He needs sex. Now.
When Madame Evangeline arranges a torrid Valentine’s
1Night Stand for them, will the flames of their encounter be too hot to handle?
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