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by HelenKay Dimon


  Unfortunately, that was the last thing she really remembered.

  No, she wouldn’t be getting up anytime soon if she could help it. And to prove it, she buried her face deeper into the pillow. It felt good to do that, so she did it again. In some bizarre way, the action helped her headache—she’d never call it a hangover out loud—so she did it again. Then she rubbed her head against the pillow.

  It was that scent. She wanted that scent on her. A very shifter thing to do and one she’d never really be able to explain to a full-human without getting that telltale “ewww” response.

  As her brain began to slowly process whose smell this could possibly be, she felt the bed dip and a heavy weight rest against her side.

  “Baby?” a deliciously low voice said. “You awake? I need you, baby.”

  Sissy’s eyes snapped open, but she immediately closed them again when bright sunlight brutally seared her brain right inside her skull.

  “Mitchell?”

  “Yeah,” he purred, nuzzling her chin, her ear. “You up for more of me, baby? ’Cause we are so not done.”

  Not caring how much the light hurt, Sissy slammed her hands against Mitch’s chest and pushed him off while scrambling back until her shoulders hit the headboard. Using both hands, she held the sheet under her chin.

  “What the hell is going on?”

  “What’s wrong, baby?”

  She stared at him in horror. “Mitchell Shaw, tell me you didn’t!”

  “Didn’t what?” He crawled across the bed toward her. “Didn’t turn you inside out and work you like you’ve never been worked before? Well, if you’re asking me to be honest, I guess I’d have to say—”

  “Don’t.” One hand released the sheet she had such a grip on to halt his words. “Not another word.”

  “Don’t be that way, baby.”

  “And stop calling me that!”

  He took hold of the sheet and began to pull it away from her. “Don’t be shy, baby. We have no secrets now.”

  This wasn’t happening! This wasn’t happening! She was fully dressed!

  Wait. She was fully dressed.

  Sissy stared down at the clean white T-shirt and white sweatpants. She clearly smelled Ronnie’s scent. These were Ronnie’s clothes. Had to be. Sissy never wore white. She had a tendency to get food on clothes within seconds. And something told her it was Ronnie who’d put the damn things on Sissy in the first place.

  “You are so hot, baby.”

  Slowly, she looked up at Mitch, and forcing herself to look past her hangover, she could see he was fighting hard not to laugh out loud.

  “You. Big. Haired. Bastard!”

  Sissy launched herself onto Mitch, knocking him off the bed and onto the floor. She punched and slapped at his face, and he held off her blows with those sides of ham he called arms. And it didn’t help that he was hysterically laughing the whole time.

  “I hate you, Mitchell Shaw! I hate you!”

  “You love me, sweet cheeks! Admit it!”

  “One day,” she told him between blows, “you’re gonna meet me in hell! And I’m gonna kick your big, white ass!”

  “Last night you told me it was the best ass!”

  “Shut up!”

  He grabbed her wrists and turned, putting her on her back with him between her legs. “Are you going to keep fighting me, or you going to admit I’m your lord and savior?”

  “Blasphemer!”

  “That’s what the priests all said.”

  “I should tell my daddy to kick your ass.”

  “He’s on vacation. With your mother. Remember?”

  And like that…all the fight went out of her. “She’s gone? Really and truly?”

  “Really and truly.” He leaned in and kissed her nose. “Now are you going to keep fighting me, or are we going to get some breakfast?”

  “Breakfast, you evil bastard. But this will not be forgotten.”

  Grinning, Mitch released her wrists and easily got to his feet. He reached down and grabbed Sissy’s hand, pulling her up.

  “You sure you feel okay?” He still held her hand. “I was just messing with your head.”

  “It was mean.” And she shrugged. “Of course, when I think about it, I have to appreciate the evil of it.”

  He moved closer. “So you’re not mad at me?”

  “I should be—” Sissy looked up into Mitch’s handsome face, and her words died in her throat when she saw something there she didn’t see very often—maybe because she’d never really looked before. She saw desire. Pure, clear. It was there on his face and the way he stared at her lips.

  Keep an eye out for

  MIDNIGHT SINS by Cynthia Eden,

  coming next month from Brava…

  “Y ou don’t need to get out,” Cara said when Todd braked at her house. Her voice sounded higher and sharper than she’d intended. “I’ll be fine now.” She thought about thanking him for the ride, then discarded the idea.

  Yes, she knew the guy had been doing his job when he questioned her, but she wasn’t going to overlook the fact that he’d been one serious jerk.

  Being in the car with him had unnerved her. They’d originally gone to the police station in a patrol car. She’d sat in the back. Like any good criminal.

  The confines of Todd’s corvette were far too intimate. The leather seat felt soft and sleek beneath her, and with the windows rolled up, the scent of leather and man filled the car’s interior.

  Cara reached for the door handle.

  “Wait.”

  Her fingers curled into a fist at the command, her fingernails biting into her palm. She glanced at him and found his stare trained on her.

  The car was cloaked with shadows, but she could still see his eyes. The strong lines of his face. Cara licked her lips. “What?”

  “You feel it, don’t you?” A whisper that felt like a caress against her skin.

  She shook her head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She could lie, too.

  His lips quirked, just a bit. With a flick of his fingers, he unhooked his seat belt and leaned toward her. “There’s something here.”

  The promise of hot, wild sex. Of power and magic rushing into her body and making her scream with pleasure.

  But she’d given that up because after the burn of fiery release, she hated the ashes of cold reality.

  The reality that a man wouldn’t love a demon, no matter how enticing her physical trappings.

  His hand lifted, reached for her.

  Her fingers flew out and locked around his wrist in a fierce grip.

  Silence. Then he said, “I just wanted to touch you.”

  He sounded sincere, but…“I thought you just wanted to send me to jail.”

  He didn’t deny her words. Didn’t fight her hold. Good thing, too, because the way she was feeling, Cara would have shown him just how strong a succubus could be.

  Instead, his gaze dropped to her lips. “I wonder,” he spoke with words little more than a growl. “Do you taste as good as you smell?”

  The dam pheromones. “It’s not me that you want.” The admission was hard.

  “Ah, baby, but I’m going to have to disagree.” He was close, so close that she could feel the light brush of his breath against her face.

  “You don’t understand—”

  He kissed her. A soft, fast press of his lips against hers.

  Cara’s fingers tightened around him as desire began to heat her blood.

  “Not enough.” His lips were just above hers. “I need another taste…”

  And she wanted more.

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  Copyright © 2008 HelenKay Dimon

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  Table of Contents

  Hot as Hell

  Hot as Hell

  HelenKay Dimon

  Contents

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  Hot as Hell

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Chapter Twenty-three

  Chapter Twenty-four

  Chapter Twenty-five

  Chapter Twenty-six

  Chapter Twenty-seven

  Chapter Twenty-eight

  Chapter Twenty-nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-one

 

 

 


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