Blurb: Keegan lives to exact revenge on the evil demon who sired and abused him. When his father devises a plan to bring on the apocalypse, he and his three half-brothers, interdimensional bounty hunters for the Elden Council, are charged with capturing and delivering their father for punishment.
Art gallery owner Brynn Meyers has no idea that her ability to read memories embedded in objects and drain people of their life force means she has demon ancestry. Unfortunately for Brynn, she’s also the key to raising an ancient zombie army, which puts her on every demon’s Most Wanted List.
And no one wants her more than Keegan’s father.
Keegan must protect Brynn from his father by any means necessary, but he’ll have to learn to harness the other half of his genetics—the far deadlier, uncontrollable half—when he starts to fall for the one woman standing between him and the vengeance he so desperately seeks. The one woman he’ll never be able to resist.
Excerpt: Keegan dropped his gaze and swallowed hard.
When he looked at her again, his eyes blazed with emotion. “My whole life I’ve resolved
that no matter what, I wouldn’t be anything like him.”
“You’re not. You could never be,” Brynn whispered fiercely. She might not have known
him long, but after sharing some of his memories, she might understand him better than almost
anyone else. Despite his upbringing, or maybe because of it, he was inherently good.
Keegan shook his head. “You don’t know that. You don’t know what I am capable of, or
the things I’ve seen and done, and the things I’ve sworn to do.”
The bleak look in his eyes broke her heart. What would it be like to grow up in such a
dark, hellish dimension, with no mother and an evil, abusive bastard for a father?
Another tide of emotions swept over her, but this time they were sharper, sweeter. They
were her feelings for Keegan, and sympathy comprised just one part of them.
“Keegan,” she whispered.
He opened his eyes. Whatever he saw there must have surprised him, because he sucked
in a breath. His gaze grew hot and hungry, the pupils of his eyes darkening as they lost their
Brynn touched his lips. They were firm, yet soft, his breath making fiery little puffs
against her flesh. “You really do run hot, don’t you?”
He let out a husky laugh. “Demon heat. We clock in at over one hundred degrees.”
More evidence that, while he might look human, he wasn’t. But her body didn’t care what
he was. It wanted him anyway, so badly she feared she might melt into a puddle of desire. She
needed to feel him. To touch him. To taste his lips on hers.
She leaned toward him. “Keegan—”
With half-lidded eyes, Keegan slowly closed the space between them.
Rosalie Is offering a Kindle copy of BLOOD OF THE DEMON, Book 1 in the Demons of Infernum series to one lucky commentor.
Please check out the giveaway rules and policy before entering. I have changes things a bit.