Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Review: A Demon and Her Scot by Eve Langlais

Title: A Demon and Her Scot (Welcome to Hell, #3)
Author: Eve Langlais
Source: Author
Genre: Comedic, Paranormal Romance (vamp, demon)
Length: Short novel (150pgs)
Reviewer: CaroleDee

An unlikely duo, the golfing match from Hell, and a devil determined to win, even if he has to cheat. 

Lucifer’s up to his matchmaking mischief again in this fast-paced, humorous jaunt into the bowels of the pit. Think you can handle the heat? 

“Fetch me a Scot,” Lucifer commands. Sounds simple, except the skirt-wearing jerk won’t cooperate. But Aella isn’t one to give up. Willing or not, she delivers her target to the Lord of Sin. In retaliation, the much-too-sexy Scot has Aella assigned as his bodyguard for the golfing match from Hell.

One shot ruined Niall’s life. A second shot could help him regain it. Niall sold his soul once to win a lady’s heart only to end up betrayed. Does he dare take a risk and give love a second chance?

Another hit from Eve. I just can't get enough of her evilly delicious characters and the outrageous circumstances they find themselves in.

Aella is a gopher for Luicifer. He says jump, and she asks how high. She might sound like a pushover, but when the Lord of the underworld is your boss you might kiss a little butt too ;)
Don't get me wrong, they have a playful relationship, so she gets her digs in. When he asks her to go to the outer rings of hell (i.e the slums) to pick up a golf-pro-vamp to help him win a match with his big bro (God) she takes her ax and heads out to get another job done.

Niall swore off playing golf years ago. To him, one golf match was the catalyst to everything bad that happened to him. He's decided that spending eternity drinking his woes away and ignoring everything is the best way to deal. Which is exactly how Aella finds him. Drunk, in a run down bar, with centuries of neglect altering his appearance. (I'd love to know what a few centuries of beard growth would look like. lol) 

After a bit of a scrub, a hair cut, and a HUGE amount of sexual tension Aella finds herself attracted to the outrageous Scot. Niall feels the same way, but can a vamp living in the past have a future with a sexy independent demon?  OF COURSE! And the journey to get there is hilarious.

Stick this one at the top of your to-read pile, because no matter what mood you're in A Demon and Her Scot will fulfill your need ;)

18+ Excerpt after the jump:

She sneezed behind him. “Ever hear of a Swiffer?”

Flinging open a cupboard, he grabbed at the linen stuffed inside, almost threadbare but dry. “Dusting is woman’s work.”

“Showing your age again, old man.”

He’d show her old. Whirling, he tossed a dry cloth at her and, as she caught it, undid the fastening to his soaked plaid. With a shrug, he dropped it to the floor.

She ogled him, probably because he gave her something to ogle. Hands on his hips, erection jutting forth—a mighty one he’d not experienced in centuries—he smirked at her. “Does this look old to you?”

“Ack! I’m blind. Old man dick alert. Cover it up.” She protested with her mouth, yet her eyes remained locked on his bare body. He swelled to an even mightier size. “Good grief. Just how big does that thing get? Should I duck and cover before it explodes?”

“Do ye never stop talking? I swear, lass. Ye chatter enough to drive a man insane. If I were your husband, I’d gag you.” A subtle thrust of his hips let her know with what.

She clamped her lips shut, but interestingly enough, she didn’t turn away. Nor did she blush. Brazen wench. Still naked, he strutted past her, feeling more than seeing her turn to watch as he knelt before the cold fireplace and tossed a few dry logs in. A strike of flint and he coaxed a flame to life.

While he’d taunted her into silence, he found he missed the dulcet mockery of her voice. He also wondered what she did behind his back. Did she rub the coarse linen over her delicate-skinned body? Did she stand naked in his home? Her pussy still damp? Her mouth still defiant? Wearing only those decadent snakeskin boots?

If his cock swelled any farther, it would probably explode like she jested. Attempting to act casual, he turned around and almost groaned in regret as he noted the threadbare linen covering her, sarong style. The wet lump of her toga hit him in the chest.

“Hang that by the fire, would you? I didn’t bring a spare, and I refuse to escort you back wearing a rag.” Head held high, her imperious tone and attitude begged an answer.

“I am not your servant.” He flung her robe into the snapping flames at his back then smirked at her screech of rage as her toga sizzled.

“What did you do that for?”


“What part of I don’t have anything to wear did you not grasp, Scot?”

“My name, lass, is Niall.”

“And mine is Aella, not lass. Use it or—”

“Or what?”

“I’ll rip your tongue out and feed it to the carrion birds.”

“I’d like to see ye try.” He dared her. Purposely. She growled, and her eyes narrowed to the merest slits. Her whole body vibrated with irritation.

He’d never been so fucking turned on.

With nothing to lose, he decided to see how far he could go. He tread toward her on bare feet, entering her personal space, crowding her. She held her ground, glaring, lips tight. He saw her hands tense at her sides, ready to respond to whatever threat he planned.

But he had a different kind of assault in mind. One of his hands darted forward and clasped her by the wet ponytail hanging over her shoulder, and he yanked her to his bare chest before slanting his mouth over hers.

For a moment, she held herself rigid as he let his lips slide over hers. Then, she bit him, hard enough to draw blood. He chuckled softly. “So ye like it rough? Lucky for both of us, so do I.”

1 comment:

  1. I love Eve's books!!! This one is already on my TBR list, I just have one more to read before it though. There were just SOOO many good releases this week, LOL.


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