Tempting The Dark
His calling……might be her destructionWhen the door to Daemonia is opened, Savin Thorne is reunited with a childhood friend he thought he’d lost forever. After years of captivity, Jett has escaped—along with hordes of monsters streaming into the mortal realm.With Savin, she has her first experience of desire. But their passion can’t save them. It might even be their undoing…
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His calling...
...might be her destruction
When the door to Daemonia is opened, Savin Thorne is reunited with a childhood friend he thought heâd lost forever. After years of captivity, Jett has escapedâalong with hordes of monsters streaming into the mortal realm. With Savin, she has her first experience of desire. But their passion canât save them. It might even be their undoing...
MICHELE HAUF is a USA TODAY bestselling author who has been writing romance, action-adventure and fantasy stories for more than twenty years. France, musketeers, vampires and faeries usually feature in her stories. And if Michele followed the adage âwrite what you know,â all her stories would have snow in them. Fortunately, she steps beyond her comfort zone and writes about countries and creatures she has never seen. Find her on Facebook, Twitter and at michelehauf.com.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-08214-3
TEMPTING THE DARK
© 2018 Michele Hauf
Published in Great Britain 2018
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Contents
Savin Thorne stood before the weird, wavery, silver-blue vibrations that undulated in the midnight sky twenty feet above the lavender field. He waited. Twenty minutes had passed since he arrived in the beat-up pickup truck he barely kept alive with oil changes and the occasional battery jump. Heâd gotten a call from Edamite Thrash regarding a disturbance in this countryside location, north of Paris.
He knew this area. It was too familiar. His family once lived not half a kilometer away. Yet when driving past the old neighborhood, heâd noted his childhood home had been torn down. Construction on a golf course was under way. Just as well. The bad memory from his childhood still clung to his bones.
To his right, Edamite Thrash, a corax demon, stood with his eyes closed, his senses focused to whatever the hell was going on.
Savin could feel the undulations in the air and earth prickle through his veins. A heebie-jeebies sensation. The demon within him stirred. Savin tended to think of the nameless, incorporeal demon inside him as âthe Other,â for no other reason than it had been a childhood decision. She was upset by whatever was irritating the air. And when she stirred, Savin grew anxious.
Ed had been getting instinctual warnings about this disturbance for days, and tonight those dire feelings had alerted him enough to call Savin.
Savin reckoned demons back to Daemonia. The bad ones who had no reason or right to tread the mortal realm. The evil ones who had harmed mortals in this realm. Sometimes even the good ones who pushed the boundaries of secrecy and might have been seen by humans or who were trying to tell the truth about their species.
