It’s every demon for herself.
After I escape hunters and arrive in good Ol’ Witch City, Salem, Massachusetts, I head to a gothic club to feed. But, the dumb-as-rock gargoyle bouncers kick me out. They’ve confused my scent with another demon’s.
But, I thought I was the last of my kind.
Not good. We can’t both hunt in the same territory, especially with his dangerous cavalier style. I track the incubus, but when I find him, Daron’s irresistibly devilish nature makes me rethink my plan. For just one night…
Will he want to play? Or consider me prey?
One night. One encounter. It won’t change anything, right?
Only it does, and it’s catastrophic. We’ve accidentally bonded.
Which means I crave him. Only him. And all the time. A sucky curse for a succubus.
How can we undo the damage without succumbing to the call–or worse, starving?