18+ Armen Jettison possesses a human soul. No big deal, right? Except for one thing, Armen is a sex demon, and demons should be soulless. Centuries of fighting his inner evil have left him tired and starved for some naughty action.
Armen Jettison possesses a human soul. No big deal, right? Except for one thing, Armen is a sex demon, and demons should be soulless. Centuries of fighting his inner evil have left him tired and starved for some naughty action.
When his leader offers him a mission to Anchorage, Alaska, to rescue a female threatened by his enemy, he jumps on the next flight. In an Anchorage tavern, he finds insecure, cynical Ariella Segreti. Not only is she the threatened woman he seeks but his Soul Tie, the only woman able to tame his unruly demon. Well, he did crave some naughty action. Now, he has a mate, a mysterious child, perilous old enemies, and enough adventure to send them all running for their lives.
When the danger finally catches up to him, Armen must put aside old loyalties, forge new ones, and tackle the most difficult challenge of his existence—winning his stubborn Soul Tie’s heart.
A large piece of her soul rested with him in that bed, a part that would have vanished forever had his prognosis taken a horrible turn. A few weeks ago, she would have never allowed herself to fall this fast for someone. She would have blamed her intense devotion on nothing more than compassion for another human being’s suffering, but despair this rampant went well beyond such a simple explanation. Somehow, Armen Jettison had found the door she’d sealed shut with mistrust and apprehension and ripped the damn thing off its hinges. Once content living a life of loneliness, she now found herself wondering—what if?
What if she accepted this man into her life?
What if she opened her heart to him?
What if she dared to take a risk?
Yes, she lusted for him, desired him with everything in her, his hands on her body, his lips on her skin. Ariella didn’t have an issue accepting Armen into her body. In fact, [...]. She groaned. Pain riddled her body as if she lived through a ten-car pileup, and still she wanted him to jump out of that bed and take her.
Nope, her sexual desire for him wasn’t up for question. Her issue was the growing adoration warming her very soul, and at the same time, making her shiver with the cold reality that sex wouldn’t be enough.
She wanted more, and it scared her to death.
She covered her face with her hands, shaking her head. The possibility of never seeing Armen again, of walking away from the one man who held her child as his own, who faced a blade twice so she may live, left her with a frosty ache in her chest.
EXCERPT
A large piece of her soul rested with him in that bed, a part that would have vanished forever had his prognosis taken a horrible turn. A few weeks ago, she would have never allowed herself to fall this fast for someone. She would have blamed her intense devotion on nothing more than compassion for another human being’s suffering, but despair this rampant went well beyond such a simple explanation. Somehow, Armen Jettison had found the door she’d sealed shut with mistrust and apprehension and ripped the damn thing off its hinges. Once content living a life of loneliness, she now found herself wondering—what if?
What if she accepted this man into her life?
What if she opened her heart to him?
What if she dared to take a risk?
Yes, she lusted for him, desired him with everything in her, his hands on her body, his lips on her skin. Ariella didn’t have an issue accepting Armen into her body. In fact, [...]. She groaned. Pain riddled her body as if she lived through a ten-car pileup, and still she wanted him to jump out of that bed and take her.
Nope, her sexual desire for him wasn’t up for question. Her issue was the growing adoration warming her very soul, and at the same time, making her shiver with the cold reality that sex wouldn’t be enough.
She wanted more, and it scared her to death.
She covered her face with her hands, shaking her head. The possibility of never seeing Armen again, of walking away from the one man who held her child as his own, who faced a blade twice so she may live, left her with a frosty ache in her chest.
About the author:
K. D. Friedrich is a writer of Contemporary and Paranormal Romance.By day, she crunches numbers, but by night, she's busy creating interesting worlds and compelling characters, hot alpha heroes being her favorite. In 2013, she placed second in the Golden Palm contest for Paranormal Romance.
She's an overprotective mother (her daughter's words), lifelong New Yorker, and an obsessed reader of everything romance.
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