Hello, I’m Joceyn Dex and my story in the Hot
Holiday Treats anthology is about a demon hunter in training and the sex demon
she’s forced to guard.
Cordelia, a demon hunter trainee who daydreams
of Christmas, fights to resist Argoth, the sex demon, who inflames her desire
and reveals a truth that turns her world upside down.
In the story there’s plenty of steam and
the two of them really heat up the pages! Plus, Cordelia gets quite a shock
when Argoth reveals the truth of why she’s never gotten that promotion. Whew. A
sex demon and some quality time alone with him will really make a girl’s head
spin. Or will it? Cordelia is one tough cookie – she can fight with the best –
but this time, it’s not just her body on the line. It’s her heart that might
get damaged.
Enjoy!
Excerpt:
A throaty, sexy chuckle reached her ears. Her skin instantly
heated, prickled. Damn it. The cells were soundproof, but somehow the guards or
Bix always managed to leave his intercom on when she was in
the room. She whipped around and glared at him through the thick glass
enclosure which served as his prison. “Shut up, demon.”
His lips turned down in an exaggerated frown. “I
couldn’t help myself. Your childish gesture amused me. And how many times do I
have to ask you to call me by my name? Say it with me—Argoth.”
It was his fault. The reason she had to keep
proving her fighting skills, the reason she hadn’t made certification, the
reason she was stuck down there every damn day. She’d learned to somewhat
resist the manipulation of several of the others she’d been pitted against but
not his. Amused him, did she? Well, let him be amused. He might be
her weakness, but she knew his weakness too.
She sauntered over to his cell and slowly pulled
her sweaty tank top over her head, exposing her fight-toned stomach. His eyes
darkened as they travelled slowly up and down her body before finally settling
on her breasts that were clad in only a thin sports bra.
He was a sex demon and had been denied all but
self-release since being captured and locked up three months earlier. Denying a
sex demon sex was like denying a crack addict crack—except the sex was actually
good for the demon.
Her gaze dropped to his crotch and she gulped at
the unmistakable bulge there. That damn sexy chuckle floated through the
intercom again.
“Don’t play games you can’t control, Delia.”
“I’m in perfect control. You’re the one locked
up. And don’t call me that.”
“Yes, I can see your perfect control. I’m certain it
could cut through this glass and free me. Think of what we could do if you
freed me…Delia.”
She followed his gaze to her chest where her painfully hard
nipples peeked through the fabric of the sports bra. His voice dulled her good
sense and images of what they could do floated through her mind before she
regained control and snapped out of it. Goddamn it.
“Whatever. At least I get to go home, shower and
find a lover.” She pressed her breasts against the glass, lowering her voice to
a sultry whisper. “When he’s deep inside me, fucking me to ecstasy, I’ll think
of you.” She blew him a kiss. He growled, real anger contorting his handsome
face. “Oh wait. No I won’t.” She flicked his intercom off and flipped him the
finger before leaving the room.
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