Obsessed with revenge, KENNET LUCIAN makes a deal with a demon, a deal he comes to regret when he meets TARA STONE, head of the Elemental Coven, and a powerful witch with a desire for revenge at least as great as his. Even though the attraction between the two is magnetic and the lust combustive, Kennet must betray her to accomplish his goal, which is ultimately her goal as well; to put a final end to the demon, Deacon’s, reign of terror. But can Tara trust the man who has wormed his way into her heart and the heart of the Elemental Coven? Can she trust LUCIA, the demon with whom Kennet is allied, a demon with her own agenda. The path to Deacon’s destruction is far from clear, and the price that must be paid to be free of him forever may be too high, even for Tara Stone.
Lucia moved to stand in front of him. He would have tried to cover himself, where he knelt, but the weight of his arms was terrible. He could tell she was looking down on him, and whatever it was that aroused him so suddenly intensified, flashed bright and settled low in his chest into a tight knot of fear. And yet he wanted, deeply, irrationally needed her to touch him.
Then, she did the unthinkable. She curled a finger under his chin and lifted his face until he knew if he opened his he would die from looking up at her face.
When she spoke, it was as though he were glass shattering, falling into tiny pieces in the ecstasy of her voice. ‘We’ve met before, Kennet Birch. You had not grown so tall back then. But then adolescence is unpredictable, I hear.’ Her hand closed around his chin to a nearly painful grip. ‘Look at me, Kennet Birch. If you have come this far, then you will look me in the eye and tell me why you are here.’
Painfully aware of his vulnerability and his hard-on, he opened his eyes slowly and looked up at her. For a split second it was as though he were looking into the sun at mid-day, but before he could shade his eyes, the light of her softened, dimmed, cooled and the face he looked upon was achingly beautiful, young slender, pale, with lips full and pink, with hair that hung in long golden ringlets around her shoulders and down over the robe she wore, which seemed to be dancing flames.
Involuntarily, he moaned softly and everything in him turned molten in the roil of fear and rage and helplessness all wrapped up in almost unbearable lust.
She relaxed her grip on his chin, and offered him a smile that made all of his nerve endings sing with its beauty. ‘I’ve not worn human form in a while, but if my form is to be the last you see before you pass beyond the land of the living, then I shall offer something that will not send you thence with terror in your heart. That would be terribly unkind of me, would it not, Kennet Birch?’
‘Thank you … my lady.’
She laughed softly. ‘Your lady, I am not, Kennet Birch. Nor is my ego so delicate that whatever you call me would matter one way or another. I will ask you again. Why have you come?’
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“…this book combined action, threats, a demon, sexy connections and a coven of witches who are as engaging and entertaining as they are amusing. The pairings are super-hot and sexy, with detail and sensuality that brings a tingle to the reader, as well as feeds the general love and affection that all members of the coven display to one another.” The Jeep Diva
“I had been waiting since last year in suspense for the third and last in the trilogy and jeeze was it worth the wait! A dramatic, heart pounding, fast paced ending with a twist.” Midnight Boudoir
“You know, it’s going to be hard to say goodbye to this sex-charged coven but I liked the way everything turned out. The entire series has been nicely plotted and wonderfully naughty. Tara and company work hard and they play hard. If sometimes the work and play meld together into one heaving, moaning mass, well, lucky them.” Reading the Paranormal