Seducing the Hunter
Straight to hell…When Daeva revealed her true identity to her love, Quinn Strom, the exorcist and broodingly handsome demon hunter sent her straight back to hell without a backward glance.Now, three years later, he needs her help. The key to the Chest of Sorrows has been stolen and the hunt is on to unlock the horrific contents on to the world. Daeva is the only one who knows where it is – but there’s a price to pay. And Quinn now has no choice but to make a deal with her. A deal that now gives her ultimate power over him…
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âYou look surprised to seeme,Quinn.â
Tilting her head, Daeva looked him up and down. âOh, thatâs right. You never did get to see me in my true form. You were so quick to get rid of me. Never gave me a chance to introduce myself properly.â
It had been three years since Daeva had seen Quinn Strom. And she had to admit that he looked just as dark and dangerous and delicious. His inner darkness called to her like a moth to a flame. But she couldnât let him see that. She couldnât let him have the upper hand here. Sheâd never give it to him again.
A vixen at heart, VIVI ANNA likes to burn up the pages with her original, unique brand of fantasy fiction. Whether itâs in the Amazon jungle, an apocalyptic future or the otherworld city of Necropolis, Vivi always writes fast-paced action-adventure with strong, independent women who can kick some butt and dark, delicious heroes to kill for.
Once shot at while repossessing a car, Vivi decided that maybe her life needed a change. The first time she picked up a pen and put words to paper, she knew she had found her heartâs desire. Within two paragraphs, she realized she could write about getting into all sorts of trouble without having to suffer any of the consequences.
When Vivi isnât writing, you can find her causing a ruckus at downtown bistros, flea markets or in her own backyard.
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The candlelight illuminating the small chamber flickered when the heavy wooden door opened. Daeva looked up from the backgammon board to see who had entered her private room. She smiled as the little green creature, carrying a bronze tea tray, hobbled in on his spindly and knobby legs.
He set the tray on the small round table next to her, then slid onto the velvet-covered chair on the opposite side of the backgammon board.
She reached over and poured tea into two porcelain cups then handed one to him. âPrompt as usual, Klix.â
The creature accepted the offered cup and took a sip, his beady black eyes staring at her over the rim. âI wouldnât miss our daily game, Mistress.â
She drank the hot, spiced tea and watched the goblin set up the game. It was her one small pleasure in the day, to play the ordinary game with him in her private chamber away from the others. Away from the reality of her situation.
Here she couldnât smell the rancid odor of brimstone and sulfur or the stench of burning flesh. Here she could block out the woeful screams and pitiful mewls of those being tortured in the fire pits below. She didnât have to make polite conversation with the other demons she wholly despised. As long as she had to stay in hell, she could at least pretend she was elsewhere when she was here in her room playing her games with her friend Klix.
Hell was the place of Daevaâs birth, but sheâd done everything possible for thousands of years to get out and stay out. And sheâd done pretty well. Staying topside most of her life, possessing bodies, living their lives, until some clever exorcist or demon hunter would exorcise her back to hell. Then the process would start all over again. It wasnât perfect but sheâd accepted the fact that sheâd never be able to walk the mortal realm in her true form, so sheâd stolen identities and pretended to be those people. It wasnât quite like being a real mortal. But it was the best she could do in her circumstances.
At least when she took over a body, she kept her host in a dream state. They didnât know they were being possessed. They just thought they were having one heck of an amazing dream. Daeva always gave them good, happy dreams.
Despite what a lot of lore said, not all demons were wicked. In fact, most lived, just as other beings did, somewhere between good and evil. Here, in hell, demons were split into seven types. Daeva was of the second, which consisted of lust demons. She wasnât a full-blooded lust demon though; there had been some mixing of types over millennia, but she had one in the family tree somewhere. She didnât possess people to just suck the sexual energy from them or those that they seduced. She wasnât what some people would call a succubus.
But she did derive some energy from sex. Which was one of the reasons she preferred to possess the bodies of women. She liked sex with men. She supposed her affinity to them was one of her weaknesses. Sheâd been told as much by every other demon in her family tree. Which was one of the many reasons she hated it so much in hell.
Sheâd been doing okay as a mortal for years, surviving, forging a pretty good new life with a job, a home, friends, family and a man she loved. The woman whom sheâd possessed had been near death in a coma when Daeva had come along. Her brain had little function so it wouldâve been like being in a dream for her when Daeva had taken over. The girl was mercifully unaware of Daevaâs presence. But that all had come to a halt about three years ago when sheâd been exorcised out of her most favorite body, her most favorite life, and sent back to this...hell. Sheâd been looking for a way back ever since.
