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Demon Dolan Ciar exists on three simple words:
desire, denial, and destruction. Every four years, he is allowed one night of
earthly passion to punish a deserving female. By the time he is finished, his
victims are left as willing receptacles for demons yet to come.
Since she was four, a demon has
been the only constant in Leora Desmond's life. He taught her how to seize
control, to never give up, and to take whatever she wanted. At twenty-four,
her self-centered existence is focused on one thing. She wants Dolan, and she
won't be dissuaded.
A mistake brought Dolan to
Leora. A promise bound him to her. Returning once again to ask for his
freedom, he is faced with Leora demanding to be his next conquest. The
ultimate retribution would be to take from her the ultimate symbol of her
selfishness.
Now, Dolan must decide if he
can doom her to life in living hell or face his own set of unearthly
consequences, while Leora must choose between her pleasure and her heart.
The Promise blurs the line between
good and evil, desire and love, and promises and commitment.
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He
tilted his head. "You look older."
She
forced herself to blink and to remember her goal. "Then I assume I am at
last old enough to be a fit for a demon." She stepped forward, stopping
less than a foot away from him. The back of her throat dried out, and she
swallowed.
He
put his hand to his chin, his gaze taking her in. "This old song and
dance. When will you use the brains you have and leave it alone?"
His
words hit her, but rather than retreating, she moved closer. The energy, the
tingle, the wafts of spice encompassed her and lured her toward him.
"Never."
"You
were smart last time. Why don't you release me so I can do what I came here
for." He glanced down at her and then shifted his focus beyond her.
"I have needs as well."
"Tonight
I am the one you came here for." The mention of his last visit stung,
but she willed herself to keep going. She ran her fingers up the buttons of
his shirt. "You always told me to take control."
He
shook his head. "A lesson you learned well."
She
reached up and clenched his collar in her fist. "I let you go last time,
but tonight I am the one you need."
He
grabbed her wrist. "I spared you before. Never forget that."
She
stared right into his eyes. No weakness was allowed tonight. "It's me,
Dolan. Me, or you can be celibate until the decade I do you the favor of
dying. I don't care about your pain." She tensed, preparing herself for
his retaliation.
"I
thought I taught you better than to make demands of a demon." He pressed
his palm to the side of her face.
Heat
radiated through her body, sending a warning to every one of her nerve
endings. "A demon who comforts a child is a failure of a demon in my
book."
His
jaw tightened. "That was a mistake. An oversight."
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