Passion Flames
The Demon Slayers Book 1
by Katherine Rhodes
a Paranormal Romance
from Beau Coup publishing
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***Blurb***
Belle Ptolemny, the youngest daughter of the Demon Slayer family, has been sent on a quest: to find what happened to the Book of Tahat Sheol. It is the one book that might help her family defeat a demon on the rise.
Raphale Astor is the leader of a clan of Others, who hide in the shadows of the world. He is the one man who may be able to help Belle find her book, and she is completely enamored with him instantly.
Now, if only he weren't a demon.
***Excerpt***
Raphale leaned in. “You look lost in your thoughts, my pretty one.”
“That’s easily done. I don’t have a very good internal GPS.”
He laughed, mightily. “Oh, but I like you.”
“What are you doing here?” Belle asked, turning the question around.
“I am here because I’m hoping all these stuffed shirts are going to open their wallets for my charity.”
Belle froze. “Oh. Oh, shit. Oh, God, and I cursed too!” Bemused, Raphale waited for her to continue. “You’re John Raphale Astor.”
“At your service, as it were.”
“I had no idea.”
“You weren’t supposed to,” he said. “Hence this ridiculous costume.”
“I’m so sorry. I’ve made an ass of myself. I’ll go.” She gathered her skirts and put a hand on the table to stand.
“Don’t.”
Raphale put his hand on hers to stop her from fleeing—
“That’s easily done. I don’t have a very good internal GPS.”
He laughed, mightily. “Oh, but I like you.”
“What are you doing here?” Belle asked, turning the question around.
“I am here because I’m hoping all these stuffed shirts are going to open their wallets for my charity.”
Belle froze. “Oh. Oh, shit. Oh, God, and I cursed too!” Bemused, Raphale waited for her to continue. “You’re John Raphale Astor.”
“At your service, as it were.”
“I had no idea.”
“You weren’t supposed to,” he said. “Hence this ridiculous costume.”
“I’m so sorry. I’ve made an ass of myself. I’ll go.” She gathered her skirts and put a hand on the table to stand.
“Don’t.”
Raphale put his hand on hers to stop her from fleeing—
And the world exploded in colors and swirls as the Touch slammed all of the information she ever and never needed about John Raphale Astor into her head. But it wasn’t the Touch she was used to. This was the touch of a demon.
She tried to rip her hand away from his, but he held on. There was a horror in his eyes she knew was reflected in her own. She knew the Touch had told him she was a slayer. A young, inexperienced slayer with the power of a Hell’s Bane witch. His jaw worked for a moment, but finally he was able to chew out some words.
“Pretty one, I mean you no harm. Come. Please. Let us talk on the roof.”
“I...can’t...shouldn’t,” Belle stuttered, but stopped pulling away. She had seen behind his mask, both figuratively and literally, and she was still drawn to him. She knew she should run, fast and hard—but he was magnetic and worse, earnest. The desire she had felt earlier betrayed her. Instead of slaking off when she discovered his nature, it had shot through her and flamed her blood.
“Please, Belle,” he said. “This is not what you think. Come, let’s talk above.”
A moment and hard swallow later, trying to rein in her out-of-control desire for a forbidden man—demon—she nodded and allowed him to lead her away from the table. She desperately tried to follow the path they took to the roof so she could go back alone, but remembered there would be no need. Even with having her powers for three years, she often forgot about them and how powerful she really was.
The door pushed open and they walked out into the moonlight. It felt delicious on her skin in its nearly full phase and shone brightly off the not-so-distant Thames. She could see the London Eye on the other side of the river, the Shard, and St. Mary’s Axe to the left, as well as the cluster of buildings at Canary Wharf.
She tried to rip her hand away from his, but he held on. There was a horror in his eyes she knew was reflected in her own. She knew the Touch had told him she was a slayer. A young, inexperienced slayer with the power of a Hell’s Bane witch. His jaw worked for a moment, but finally he was able to chew out some words.
“Pretty one, I mean you no harm. Come. Please. Let us talk on the roof.”
“I...can’t...shouldn’t,” Belle stuttered, but stopped pulling away. She had seen behind his mask, both figuratively and literally, and she was still drawn to him. She knew she should run, fast and hard—but he was magnetic and worse, earnest. The desire she had felt earlier betrayed her. Instead of slaking off when she discovered his nature, it had shot through her and flamed her blood.
“Please, Belle,” he said. “This is not what you think. Come, let’s talk above.”
A moment and hard swallow later, trying to rein in her out-of-control desire for a forbidden man—demon—she nodded and allowed him to lead her away from the table. She desperately tried to follow the path they took to the roof so she could go back alone, but remembered there would be no need. Even with having her powers for three years, she often forgot about them and how powerful she really was.
The door pushed open and they walked out into the moonlight. It felt delicious on her skin in its nearly full phase and shone brightly off the not-so-distant Thames. She could see the London Eye on the other side of the river, the Shard, and St. Mary’s Axe to the left, as well as the cluster of buildings at Canary Wharf.
But as much as she wanted to really stand and admire the view, she had just found a demon.
*****Author's Bio*****
Author of erotica, light BDSM erotica and paranormal erotica. Expert in the profundities of bad movies and awful literature. Armed with her Bachelors of English, Literature she has set her mind to writing
erotic romances which are kinky, dirty, and fun. A lackadaisical laundry goddess, Katherine resides in Philadelphia with her husband, three cats and a betta named Fishtian Grey.
Connect with Katherine:
Twitter @Mistress_KayR
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