Series in Devils
Books in Devils
A Blast from the Past
Something demonic is starting fires all over town, and it’s up to hunky detective Lars Thornsson and his partner, Chelle Rochelle, to solve the case. The attacks have neither rhyme nor reason — and when Lars identifies the arsonist, he realizes his troubles are just beginning. Not only is he injured as the firestarter gets clean away, but Lars manages to mortally offend his succubus lover, Rael, in the process. Rael has problems of his own: his cheating ex, Levi, wants him back. And Levi’s a powerful demon who won’t take no for an answer. With Levi ready to attack Lars to get what he wants, Rael has to work out what he’s willing to do to save his lover. Up to and including sacrificing himself. This second edition has been substantially revised.
A Calling for Pleasure
A Damned If You Do Story With a killer succubus leaving a trail of desiccated corpses, Detective Lars Thornsson of the Paranormal Enforcement Agency knows he shouldn’t be falling for a suspect. But a hot little piece of demon tail like Rael is impossible to resist. Slender, snake-hipped, and dark skinned, he swears he’s innocent — of murder, at least. Rael is delighted when a summoning brings him up to Earth, filled as it is with hot guys walking around like an all-you-can-eat buffet. He’s not so happy about the mean old detectives interrupting him halfway through his dinner — but he changes his mind after getting an eyeful of Lars’s muscular, Nordic charms. Now Rael has a vested interest in keeping Lars safe from the real killer, even if that means putting himself into the killer’s path. * * * * * * * This a substantially revised second edition. The novella is included in the Damned If You Do: The Complete Collection bundle.
A Dangerous Bargain
The first book in The Sentinels Series, a paranormal romance by NY Times and USA Today bestselling author J.S. Scott. 27 year old Kat Larson is haunted by demons. Literally. And how was she to know that there was more than one type of demon? The Evils want to destroy her soul, while billionaire Sentinel, Zachary Winston, claims that he wants to protect her. Kat opts for Zach’s protection…but it doesn’t come without a price. It requires a bargain…and what he suggests surprises poor Kat almost as much as the fact that demons really do exist. Why would the handsome billionaire want to make such an agreement with a curvy, plain redheaded woman like her? Billionaire Zachary Winston has a mission and it’s one that he vows to complete. As a Sentinel, his task is to protect Kat from the Evils that will corrupt her soul. His only problem is that she is his “radiant,” the one woman who can lighten the darkness of his Sentinel existence and be his eternal mate. Zach has to fight an internal war between man and Sentinel as he protects Kat, not quite sure which one will win. He’s one-part Sentinel, one-part man, but they both yearn for Kat’s lush, full figured body and kind, compassionate heart. As Zach becomes more and more enchanted with Kat, he’s hoping she can learn to love a lonely man/Sentinel that’s only slightly wicked. This paranormal romance contains graphic language, steamy love scenes, and lovable alpha males that also happen to be mythological demons. If that sounds good to you...read on.
A Demon of a Deal
Finding the perfect job is hard. Not trading a soul for a paycheck is even harder. Chaos has spent his life living off the men he dates. He’s gotten good at moving seamlessly from home to home. Unfortunately, his luck has run out and Chaos is desperate for work. When he comes across a help wanted ad that sounds too good to be true, he decides he has nothing to lose. That couldn’t be farther from the truth. Kyle hasn’t been a demon for long by comparison. He can’t grasp the old ways of bargaining for souls. Since he had been a hiring manager in his former life, he’s taken his human experience and applied it to his new gig. It seems like such a genius plan. Until he meets Chaos and realizes it only takes one wild wish to turn his entire eternity on its head. A Demon of a Deal is a short, fun paranormal story meant to brighten your day. These stories are best enjoyed when read in order.
A Demon's Lure
Davien is bidding the human realm adieu, having no reason to stay. Before he leaves, he craves a night of intense, exotic sex and dares Madame Eve to find an immortal willing to touch a demon. There is such a female, but she's an Under Huntress. A demon killer. For Kara, sleeping with the enemy is beyond forbidden. It's something much stronger—tempting. Drawn to the rumors of their sexual prowess, Kara asks if there is a demon open to the possibility of spending a night with his enemy. The answer is yes and only she and the demon would ever know.... When bodies are bared and labels are forgotten, neither can deny their fates are sealed the moment they met.
A Demon's Lure
Davien is bidding the human realm adieu, having no reason to stay. Before he leaves, he craves a night of intense, exotic sex and dares Madame Eve to find an immortal willing to touch a demon. There is such a female, but she's an Under Huntress. A demon killer. For Kara, sleeping with the enemy is beyond forbidden. It's something much stronger—tempting. Drawn to the rumors of their sexual prowess, Kara asks if there is a demon open to the possibility of spending a night with his enemy. The answer is yes and only she and the demon would ever know.... When bodies are bared and labels are forgotten, neither can deny their fates are sealed the moment they met.
A Demon's Lure
Davien is bidding the human realm adieu, having no reason to stay. Before he leaves, he craves a night of intense, exotic sex and dares Madame Eve to find an immortal willing to touch a demon. There is such a female, but she's an Under Huntress. A demon killer. For Kara, sleeping with the enemy is beyond forbidden. It's something much stronger—tempting. Drawn to the rumors of their sexual prowess, Kara asks if there is a demon open to the possibility of spending a night with his enemy. The answer is yes and only she and the demon would ever know.... When bodies are bared and labels are forgotten, neither can deny their fates are sealed the moment they met.
A Druid of Her Own
One night was never an option—because once a wolf finds his mate, he never lets go. Kennard O’Caha is a wolf shifter, an immortal Druid warrior, and a dangerously seductive Highland bad boy. But with his greatest battle behind him, he’s ready to enjoy life: good whiskey, open roads, and the occasional no-strings-attached pleasure. Until fate puts a stubborn, fiery redhead directly in his path. Maggie never expected her simple life as a coffee shop owner to spiral into chaos. But when a gruff, kilt-wearing biker walks through her door, her fate is sealed. The instant, soul-deep bond between them is undeniable, but Maggie’s past is tangled in dark magic, and the danger closing in on her is ancient, powerful… and personal. Now, Kennard is the only thing standing between Maggie and a fate worse than death. But protecting her isn’t enough. His wolf demands to claim her, body and soul. And once a Druid wolf finds his mate, nothing in this world—or the next—can keep them apart. ✔️ Fated Mates & Unbreakable Bonds ✔️ Wolf Shifter Protector ✔️ Jealous, Possessive, Over-the-Top Hero ✔️ Motorcycle-Riding, Kilt-Wearing Highland Bad Boy ✔️ Druid Magic, Ancient Curses & Deadly Enemies ✔️ Forced Proximity, Destiny, and an All-Consuming Passion Evil is coming for her. Fate has spoken. And this fiercely protective wolf will tear the world apart before he lets his mate go. Perfect for fans of steamy wolf shifter romance, fated mates, protective warriors, and Scottish shifters with a dangerous edge!
A Fashionable Fiasco
It’s not nice to mess with Mother Nature. Really, it’s not. This is simply not my week. Finding out I can’t cook is appalling. My luncheon with the big-boned Immortal socialites went to Hell in a handbasket. I’ve been hoping to join the Fearsome Five and make it the Psycho Six. However, the chances of that happening now are looking slim. Of course, I could force my way in since I’m Mother freakin’ Nature, but I want to be accepted for being me and—because I’m fabulous. It’s bad enough my two sons, God and Satan, are driving me to crazy town while my best friend, Mr. Rogers, is riding in the backseat having a breakdown. It’s definitely not a beautiful day in the neighborhood of Purgatory… God has taken up softball and is impossible to get ahold of just when I need to chat with him about the impending end of the world. And Satan. Satan has agreed to grocery shop with me so I don’t show up at his next poker game in Hell and pole dance. See I’m certain if I find the famous chef Betsy Cocker and learn to cook I can halt the end times. According to the Internet, she resides in aisle three. What I really want is to be left alone with Bill—the love of my Immortal life. And for the world to not come to a cataclysmic and fiery end because that is unacceptable. God tells me the end times aren’t on his schedule, but the strange days afoot and the physical changes in Bill tell me otherwise. And I would know. Normally, I create all the strange days. There is no storm strong enough to defeat me. Ladies and gentlemen, I’m Mother Nature. I am the mother humpin’ storm. And it’s not over until I say it’s over.
A Fashionable Fiasco
It’s not nice to mess with Mother Nature. Really, it’s not. This is simply not my week. Finding out I can’t cook is appalling. My luncheon with the big-boned Immortal socialites went to Hell in a handbasket. I’ve been hoping to join the Fearsome Five and make it the Psycho Six. However, the chances of that happening now are looking slim. Of course, I could force my way in since I’m Mother freakin’ Nature, but I want to be accepted for being me and—because I’m fabulous. It’s bad enough my two sons, God and Satan, are driving me to crazy town while my best friend, Mr. Rogers, is riding in the backseat having a breakdown. It’s definitely not a beautiful day in the neighborhood of Purgatory… God has taken up softball and is impossible to get ahold of just when I need to chat with him about the impending end of the world. And Satan. Satan has agreed to grocery shop with me so I don’t show up at his next poker game in Hell and pole dance. See I’m certain if I find the famous chef Betsy Cocker and learn to cook I can halt the end times. According to the Internet, she resides in aisle three. What I really want is to be left alone with Bill—the love of my Immortal life. And for the world to not come to a cataclysmic and fiery end because that is unacceptable. God tells me the end times aren’t on his schedule, but the strange days afoot and the physical changes in Bill tell me otherwise. And I would know. Normally, I create all the strange days. There is no storm strong enough to defeat me. Ladies and gentlemen, I’m Mother Nature. I am the mother humpin’ storm. And it’s not over until I say it’s over.
A Fashionably Dead Christmas
This is holiday paranormal romantic comedy novella for your reading pleasure! It’s Christmas at the Cressida House and all Hell is breaking loose. Tree? Decorated and lit. Elf on a Shelf? Seated with style. Baby Jesus on the mantle? Fourteen neatly in a row. Life sized Nutcracker? Creepy, but standing proud. Invitations sent to entire immortal family to celebrate the holiday? Possibly the stupidest damn thing I’ve ever done. Mixing Heaven and Hell on my cousin’s famous birthday seemed like such a brilliant idea. I wanted my baby’s first Christmas to be special—memorable. I’d like chalk my heinous idea up to having been fallen down drunk, but that won’t fly as it’s insanely difficult for a Vampyre to tie one on. So instead I’ll deal with obscene gifts from relatives, kidnapped rock stars and catering by Mother Nature. To complicate matters, our new family pet thinks the whole house is his toilet. Ethan and I can’t even find a room with working lock on the door to spread a little holiday cheer. Never, never again. Christmas from now on will be at a freakin’ spa for the undead—no poles for dancing and no slumber parties with the Devil. I just have to make it through the next twenty-four hours without beheading a beloved one. Merry freakin’ Christmas—and Happy New Year.
A Fashionably Dead Christmas
This is holiday paranormal romantic comedy novella for your reading pleasure! It’s Christmas at the Cressida House and all Hell is breaking loose. Tree? Decorated and lit. Elf on a Shelf? Seated with style. Baby Jesus on the mantle? Fourteen neatly in a row. Life sized Nutcracker? Creepy, but standing proud. Invitations sent to entire immortal family to celebrate the holiday? Possibly the stupidest damn thing I’ve ever done. Mixing Heaven and Hell on my cousin’s famous birthday seemed like such a brilliant idea. I wanted my baby’s first Christmas to be special—memorable. I’d like chalk my heinous idea up to having been fallen down drunk, but that won’t fly as it’s insanely difficult for a Vampyre to tie one on. So instead I’ll deal with obscene gifts from relatives, kidnapped rock stars and catering by Mother Nature. To complicate matters, our new family pet thinks the whole house is his toilet. Ethan and I can’t even find a room with working lock on the door to spread a little holiday cheer. Never, never again. Christmas from now on will be at a freakin’ spa for the undead—no poles for dancing and no slumber parties with the Devil. I just have to make it through the next twenty-four hours without beheading a beloved one. Merry freakin’ Christmas—and Happy New Year.