Devil Released!

I’m thrilled to announce the release of Devil, Book#4 of the Hades Squad series!

Devil is my fourth book released for 2015—I’m on a roll!

Here’s the blurb for Devil and a teaser excerpt:

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Blurb:
The last person Devil expects to see in a BDSM club is the best friend of his buddy’s new wife, Jessica Blaine. The all-American apple pie woman he wants so badly it’s her face he sees every orgasm for the last nine months.

Is she playing? Exploring?

Tough, she’s on his turf now, she’s put herself up for auction, and by God she’s his for the night.

Jess is scared spit less. She’s going to suck off the man who may have killed, Aung, the college student she mentors who vanished three weeks earlier. When the wrong man, a masked stranger, wins the auction, she has no choice but to proceed. Horrified when she not only responds to the masked stranger, but climaxes, Jess flees.

Devil lets her go fully intending to reel her in. His way.

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Excerpt from Devil, Hades Squad Book#4:
In this scene Devil’s just discovered that Jess, the woman who’s bedeviled him for the last nine months, went to a BDSM club with one of her famous macho clients.

Jess pushed the food around, swallowed a couple of sips of OJ, and peeked at Devil’s scowling face. He ate with efficiency and his lips held the pucker she associated with lime and salt after a tequila shot.

“Are you going to sit there and glower at me for the rest of the meal?” She wiped her lips with the paper napkin. “You have no reason to be angry with me.”

“No?” His fork clanged onto the plate. “You go to a sex club with another man, and I’ve no reason to be angry?”

The front door slammed open.

“Morning boys and girls.” Demon halted on the first step, jammed his hands onto his hips, glanced from Jess to Devil, and groaned. “What the frick’s going on? How did you two go from nauseatingly lovey-dovey to World War III in a span of less than six hours?”

“Shut up and eat. We have to be at HQ in forty-five.” Devil jabbed a fork at the counter. “I made extra.”

“I’ve told you before. It’s better not to eat than to eat angry.” Demon ambled to the kitchen. “Can you two not kiss and make up? Fast?”

“Devil’s being entirely unreasonable. And I agree with you about the eating angry bit.” Jess speared a clump of scrambled eggs.

“Unreasonable? Unreasonable? Go ahead. Tell him why I’m being fricking unreasonable.” Devil chomped down half a slice of toast.

Fighting the urge to duck the salvo of darts shooting from Devil’s eyes, Jess snorted. “He’s pissed because Tom Gordon went with me to Bacchanal. For crying out loud that was three weeks ago. And it’s not as if you and I were dating then or anything.”

Demon’s jaw dropped. He shot an imaginary gun to his temple. “You went to a sex club with another man? And you think Devil’s being unreasonable? Holy crapola. Tell me that’s not the Tom Gordon she was being kissey faced with in the papers?”

“That’s it.” Jess lurched to her feet plate and cutlery in hand. “I so do not understand you two. I was going to a sex club for heaven’s sake. I needed some moral support not to mention someone to explain to me what those gadgets on the walls were for. Tom’s famous for his suspense books on sexually deviant serial killers. Who better to ask for advice?”

Devil shot out of his chair. His knife jumped three inches. “You had him explain things to you?”

This was so not the time to mention the shibari lesson. If he even suspected that Tom had given her an overview of the ancient Japanese art of erotic bondage —  he’d hit the roof. Still, Devil had no right to be mad at her.

“I repeat. You and I were not involved three weeks ago. Tom is a friend. And FYI, Mister Demon Seed, that photo-op in the papers showed two people having dinner and smiling at each other. And I am in the room. Do not refer to me as if I’m not here.”

With that she scraped all the food into the trash, dumped the utensils into the sink, and stomped out of the room.

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Hope you enjoyed!

Have as Superb Sunday!

Cheers,

 

Jianne

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