Everyone deserves a second chance...
As an ancient
succubus, Lady Aislynn is cursed to survive off sexual energy for eternity. To
live without killing, Aislynn runs the Underground, a pleasure club in Las
Vegas where she safely feeds on the ample eroticism of her patrons. A murder inside
her club threatens the haven she’s built, even as it brings unwanted attention—and
possible salvation—in the form of two handsome brothers, both in search of the
truth.
Werewolves Chayse
and Nik Wolffe haven’t seen each other in five years, and the last place they
expect to cross paths is a strip club. The detective and PI find their cases
intertwining around the enticing Aislynn and her club. Nik may believe in
Aislynn’s innocence, but Chayse knows all too well the destructive power of a
succubus. He’s determined to keep himself and Nik free of her spell.
Nik’s missed
sharing lovers with his brother, but Chayse seems dead-set against reconciling
the past or building a future. Luckily fate, and the Goddess, may have plans
for the two embattled werewolves and the succubus with love enough for them
both.
Read an excerpt:
“Beautifully
done, Felicia. I’m pleased.”
“Thank you,
Mistress.”
The voices
weren’t loud, but Chayse’s werewolf hearing caught them anyway. His gaze
strayed to the bar where Lady Aislynn stood in a long, narrow skirt slit nearly
to her hip and surveyed the decorations in her domain like a reigning queen.
Her dark hair hung straight down her back except where two mother-of-pearl
clips held it to the sides of her head. A black and red corset with thick
buckles bracketed her ribcage and pushed her breasts up into tempting,
delicious mounds. Chayse’s mouth watered before he could slam a lid on his
addiction.
“Oh, marvelous.”
Felicia’s expression hardened. “It’s the cop and the PI I mentioned before.”
“Are they?” The
succubus tilted her head and her lips quirked into an amused smile.
“This is turning
into the Nightmare Before Valentine’s Day with the murder and all.” The vampire
set her clipboard down. “I’ll take care of them, Mistress.”
Aislynn held up
one hand, surveying her prey, and Chayse locked his knees to keep from bolting
back out the door.
“I’ll speak with
them. Please finish up preparations for tonight.”
Felicia paused,
eyeing Aislynn. “Yes, Mistress.”
The succubus
approached as the sounds of slender heels ripping at the carpeted floor reached
Chayse’s ears, and he fought to hold back a snarl.
Ten
grand says she’ll rip your heart out and bleed you dry.
“Welcome,
gentlemen.” Her voice spread a balm over every hurt in his soul, promising
comfort and understanding, and he felt his brother’s tension relax. Fool.
Chayse kept his
eyes on her boobs to keep from being snared by her seductive gaze.
“What can I do
for one of Metro’s finest?”
“We have a few
more questions about the crime committed in your establishment.”
Chayse had never
heard Nik speak so graciously. He glanced at his “rougher” brother and
grimaced. The ignorant idiot was a goner already, wearing a dreamy expression.
“Of course. I
want to help in any way I can. Why don’t you come to my office so we don’t
disturb the staff.”
Nik followed
after the sultry woman like a dog on a leash. Chayse just hoped the succubus
wouldn’t make a play for his brother. Because estranged or not, he’d protect
Nik from her, even if it meant murder.
They followed
her through a door beside the bar and up to a remarkably austere office
overlooking the club. While the décor remained feminine, the room had been
arranged with comfort and practicality in mind. An elegant, but simply
constructed antique desk stood before a well-worn and comfortable leather
armchair. The wall across from the bank of windows supported a plush couch with
chenille throws on either arm where visitors could sit.
“Please, have a
seat,” the succubus offered as she retreated behind the desk.
Chayse sat in
one of the straight-backed wooden chairs before the desk, studiously ignoring
the female demon’s eyes.
“Now, what would
you like to know that hasn’t already been asked?”
“Can you tell us
where the body was actually found?” Nik asked. He leaned his elbows on his
knees and Chayse scented his interest in the undoubtedly beautiful woman.
“We found the
body in the lap dance room.” She delivered her answer with ease, but Chayse
scented something off about it. “We don’t know how he died. We assume it was a
heart attack.”
Damn,
she sounds so fucking reasonable.
Chayse snorted.
“Is there
something funny, Mr…?” She trailed off, waiting for him to supply his name.
Not
bloody likely, bitch.
“Detective
Wolffe, ma’am. And no, I don’t find anything funny when people lie to me.”
“Easy,” Nik
muttered, but Chayse ignored him.
“What makes you
assume I’m lying to you, Detective?”
“Three things,
actually, Lady Aislynn.” He tried to keep the growl out of his voice, but his
animosity for her kind coupled with the lying stretched his patience thin. He
raised his gaze to her chin. “First, he had fresh bruising all over his body
that couldn’t have come from one of the dancers with the whole “no touch” rule.
Second, his thigh was severely mutilated by some sort of knife or weapon not
usually kept in a strip club. And third, he’d been completely drained of blood
from a puncture of his left femoral artery, but there was no blood on his
clothes or the chair where he was found. That means he was moved.”
Chayse crossed
his arms over his chest. “So, do you want to change your statement, Lady Aislynn?”
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Siobhan Muir lives in Cheyenne,
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writing, she can be found looking down a microscope at fossil fox teeth,
pursuing her other love, paleontology. An avid reader of science
fiction/fantasy, her husband gave her a paranormal romance for Christmas one
year, and she was hooked for good.
In previous lives, Siobhan has
been an actor at the Colorado Renaissance Festival, a field geologist in the
Aleutian Islands, and restored inter-planetary imagery at the USGS. She’s hiked
to the top of Mount St. Helens and to the bottom of Meteor Crater.
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