Dancing With The Devil

Dancing With The Devil

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The air was colder this time. It was almost stale. Missing of warmth and heat. As if it couldn't hold the suns rays of heat for long. Missing of sweetness. Missing of happiness and joy. Missing of her. It shouldn't be a surprise to me at all that she isn't here. She wasn't just going to fall from the skies and into my lap. It was going to take time to find her. But I knew she was around. She didn't stay gone for long. Although she was missing there were still traces of her everywhere. Her scent was in the cinnamon buns from the bakery I just passed. Her laugh came bellowing out of the car that drove by. Her voice was on the other end of a phone with a guy sitting on a bus bench. She was here. She just isn't mine yet. The big man upstairs had a funny way of making sure I knew she was close.
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*Book one in the Hell's Company series* Lucifer was the brightest angel in Heaven, But in service of God, he was condemned to darkness. After thousands of years, the darkness took root inside him. ~ Ammi is a flame no one can extinguish Forged from God's holy fire to combat his darkness. A gift made for Lucifer. ~ He clucked his tongue disparagingly, shaking his head, "Tell me your full name." I groaned, running a hand down my face. "Fine. But I'm not explaining it to you." His face told me that I would if he wanted me to, but I soldiered on. "My full first name is Amirykal. Happy?" I muttered. His reaction took me completely by surprise. He blinked slowly at first, processing, then his face split into a wide grin and he threw back his head and laughed uproariously. I was hit with a wave of arousal at the sound of it-it was rumbling and husky, heating me up at the core. "What's so funny?" I grumbled, sure he was laughing at my expense. He looked down, that gorgeous grin still on his chiseled face, showcasing his lovely white teeth. "Oh, Kitten. Your name, Amirykal, do you know its meaning?" He asked, his voice sensual and erotic as he spoke my name. "No-I was found with that name." I answered struggling to keep my voice even as he slowly approached, like a predator would his prey. "Well, Love, I'll tell you. Amirykal means 'gift', or, more exactly, 'a gift from God'." He purred as he got closer and closer, so there was barely a foot between us. "And why is that funny?" I had a very hard time focusing on the conversation at hand with him at this proximity, using that lovely tone. "Because, Amirykal, I am Lucifer. And God made you to be mine." *HIGHEST RANKS*: #1 in Paranormal #2 in Supernatural #7 in Werewolf* *Takes many liberties on Biblical stories and has graphic violence and adult content. Please do not read if such things offend you.*

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