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312 pages, ebook
First published August 9, 2010
My heart fluttered. He’d called me pretty. He’d wanted to protect me. How cute–but so unnecessary.
“I appreciate the thought behind it, but really, I can take care of myself.”
“Even against hellhounds?” he said skeptically.
“Piece of cake,” I boasted. That wasn’t, technically, giving anything away. Lots of special folk could take care of hellhounds.
“Just who and what are you?” asked Auric.
His questions were getting repetitive. I rolled my eyes. “I told you, my name is Muriel.”
Auric crossed his arms over his chest–did I mention he had a really broad chest?–and gave me a stern look. Oh, please, once Satan gave you ‘the look,’ all other looks paled in comparison. I just glared right back at him ‘til he sighed with exasperation–another sound I was familiar with.
"I don’t know why, but I’m attached to you, too,” Satan said grumpily, hugging me back. I cherished moments like that; they tended to be few and far between. “Try to be bad,” he said, before popping out of sight.”
“Rolling my eyes, I again had to question why men had to be so stubborn. “Seriously, Auric, you do not want to mess with this thing.”
“I’ve dealt with demons before,” he said, pulling out a sword from behind his kitchen counter. I had to admit being impressed–his sword was long, shiny, and hard. Wait, that didn’t sound right. Needless to say, he had a big one; and judging by the way he moved it, he also knew how to use it. Damn, I was even hornier than before. But right after I finished admiring his sword, I clued in to what he’d said.
“What do you mean, you’ve dealt with demons before?”