Next-Door Incubus is PUBLISHED on Amazon as a paperback and an ebook. This is just a preview. Dani never expects to meet her hot new neighbor, Eros, for the first time wearing only her underwear. And she definitely never expects to dream of him as a demon with large, curved horns and an insatiable hunger for her. For the sake of her boyfriend and for her own sanity, Dani's determined to avoid Eros at all costs. But there's one problem: she can't seem to stay away from him. He's haunting her nights with his devilish black eyes and he's hiding a dangerous secret that may cost Dani her life. Next-Door Incubus is a paranormal romance novel written by Destiny Diess. It is the first book in the Becoming Lust Trilogy.

"We could be more than just friends, Soph." • • • He was a player with the brain of a genius. She was his best friend, the only one who could resist his charm. And yet... - Hold on to your panties, because a genius is loose.

"You want me to be a genius or do you want me to fuck you?" • • • The Alexandrettia is the finest school in the state, known for producing the smartest, and most talented kids in America. 21 year old keen painter Mia Hanson managed to get a spot. She worked her whole life to get inside, to see the hallowed halls her biggest idols once walked through. But those very same halls gets vandalized one wild night, and the person responsible gets sentenced to do community service, working as a janitor to clean up his mess. With his brooding eyes, filthy mouth and body covered up in ink, Eli the type of guy you run away from; The type who only lives for the trouble; The type you just know packs a brain the size of a peanut. But when one of Fermat's biggest unsolved mathematical problems gets solved by an unknown source, rumors start as to who and where this genius might be... Well: Three guesses who?

"Guns and sex... that's what you are." • • • Rya Wilkins is a top trained agent, working under the orders of the president of USA. Her job involves brutal interrogations, dangerous undercover CIA work, and killing people who pose a threat to their nation. - And a threat like that just so happens to come in the form of a lethal and dangerously handsome Italian agent, who managed to break into the CIA and steal confidential information. It is now Rya's job to retrieve that information and stop the goddamn mischievous, sexy, son of a-I'm-going-to-make-your-body-explode-in-more-ways-than-one agent and bring him into custody. But there's a thin line between hatred and love - and that line turns out to be Rya's thong.

"𝐈 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡...𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝." ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨, 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐲𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞... 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦. ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ⚠️𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬⚠️ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: -𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞 -𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 -𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 *𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤*

"What would you like me to play; The violin or your pussy?" • • • He lived on the street. They called him a tramp. He slept with trash and found his meals in the garbage. Nobody knew who he was. Melody knew the moment she met him, something about him was off. Something about him was missing. Impassive and unpredictable, he always lurked around, his hulking figure a wandering question mark on the streets of New York. But give him a violin and watch him play...

"𝐌𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲." ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫, 𝐒𝐲𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞; 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. [250,000-300,000 words] ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ⚠️𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬⚠️

"Never underestimate the power of a decent vocabulary." • • • Imagine if you could hear everything your neighbor did on the other side of the wall. Cook - clean - masturbate? Detective Russell Crane quickly deducts that the wall in his new apartment is surprisingly thin. And that his female neighbor has a fondness of vibrators. How much would you listen to? And more importantly; How would you react if you heard your neighbor moan your name after having just met her once?

"I could nibble at your nose... or at your ear... or at your lips... or..." • • • It's December, and Jack Frost has just come to town. Literally. Summer is one of those people who hates winter. Not just because she was named after the opposite season, but because she hated the cold with a burning passion. But when a stunning man with silver hair, frosty blue eyes and a jovial charm walks into her coffee shop, ordering an iced caramel macchiato with extra ice, she suddenly finds it hard to hate the cold. Especially when (despite his constant cold hands) he always seems to burn her with his touch. Something seems off about him, and Summer is not mistaken. Jack Frost is known for bringing on the cold, but Summer is about to learn that he sure as hell knows how to turn on the heat, too.

"Come to sit on my lap again?" • • • It's that time of the year again, and people are all waiting for Santa to come by with their presents. Hazel is living a humdrum life in her small hometown, doing nothing in particular when a certain Santa Claus asks her if she wants to sit on his lap. Brown eyes, chocolate hair and abs carved like stone, Nick is nothing like the traditional Santa you know, yet he still straps on the beard and red suit. In town for just the season, Hazel slowly discovers there's more to Nick Saint than what meets the eye. Peeling back one layer at a time (like a Christmas present) she uncovers what truly lies beneath that red suit of his and finds herself in shock at the result. As the saying goes... Santa smirks because he knows where all the naughty girls live... And he was smirking at Hazel.