"The sweetly scented killer," Seth repeats, settling his hands in his pockets. His blue eyes survey the flower, then his head slowly cocks to the side. "Sounds a bit like you." I look up at him with curiosity. "What do you mean?" I tilt my head. "Well," he turns to me. "You're an angel. You walk like an angel, you talk like an angel..." His fingertips find their way to my waist, and they pull me closer. "You have the beauty of an angel." I smile at him, tracing the veins in his arms with my fingers when he lowers so that his lips graze my neck. He gives me a gentle kiss. He lines my neck with smaller kisses and keeps traveling up until his lips meet mine. I pull him close and plead with my eyes for him to kiss me. The eye contact maintains, and his sharp eyes don't break their hold on mine. "But your heart belongs to a demon." cover painting by Daniel Gerhartz

*This is a FREE book with PAID exclusive chapters* [The Dad I'd Like to F*ck] "You should be careful," Devin said calmly, bending over to scoop Rory into his arms. "This bathtub can get incredibly slippery." "So I noticed," she said dryly. Mortified, she noticed how erect her nipples were. They stabbed the air like tiny knives of arousal and she was positive that Devin had noticed. "I think I can walk now," she said quickly. To her relief, he set her on the ground and reached for her towel. "This is the second time I'm rescuing you," he said, in that quiet way Rory was beginning to recognise as his annoyed tone. "Let's not make it a habit." Rory tightened the towel around herself, wincing from the motion. "I slipped in the tub. Hardly a rescue." A dirty look crossed his face. "I haven't had sex in two years, Rory. Consider yourself rescued..." He turned to leave "...from me." She was speechless. For starters, this had been the longest conversation she'd ever had with Devin Shaw and, secondly, she was positive that he wasn't as crazy as he let everyone believe he was...

Twenty teens. Abducted. To play a game of man hunt.