The Delicious Days of Dagney Night
Just like you or me, Dagney Night gets up the in the morning, and gets ready for her busy work day. She runs an art gallery. She enjoys a foamy latte. In the evening, she relaxes over a frosty glass of ice wine.
But where you or I might stop during the course of our day for coffee breaks and lunch breaks, Dagney indulges in sex breaks. (Okay, so perhaps the idea of a nooner or a quickie is not unkown to some of you.) But, like her sisters, Lily and Zena, Dag’s a succubus and she’s got to have it!
I first wrote about this trio of hot sisters in LIGHTNING. The heroine of that book was Lily Night, more human than demon on the paranormal scale, who’d put her prom date and the love of her life into a coma during their first torrid night together, and who’d been shying away from sex with mortals ever since.
Haven’t gotten to Zena yet, because she’s way at the other end of the demonic spectrum, a goodtime party girl who, frankly, scares me a little. But her time will come.
But now…there’s Dagney. I love Dagney. Smack dab in the middle. A nice girl who’s occasionally a little to hot too handle. Like her squeeze, the artist Maxwell Raines, a mysterious fire-sex demon. Except that Dagney’s getting tired of sex just for the sake of sex alone. Unlike most other succubi, she wants something more. Especially with Valentine’s Day, the most romantic day of the year, right around the corner!
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Want to read more about Dagney? Her book, FROST, releases from Decadent Publishing on February 1 and will be available on Amazon and most other places ebooks are sold.
Dagney Night, a sought-after succubus, is no stranger to blazing hot sex. But as Valentine’s Day approaches, she longs for something more. When oddly erotic paintings arrive for display at her art gallery, arousing everyone who views them, she wonders about the mysterious artist who created the works.
Maxwell Raines, a fire-sex demon, lives a life of solitude and seclusion behind the walls of his compound at Sleepy Hollow, channeling his lustful impulses into his art—until his muse deserts him and his temperature rises past the danger point. He needs sex. Now.
When Madame Evangeline arranges a torrid Valentine’s 1Night Stand for them, will the flames of their encounter be too hot to handle?
Dagney followed her sister’s glance, and her heart flipped like a gymnast unable to nail a vault. Darkness swathed the gallery with the exception of the lights above or below each of the paintings. The large man emerging from the shadows held her rapt. Waves of pure, unadulterated lust smacked her with such force she didn’t even see Lily and Campbell leave. The blast of raw desire crumpled her to the floor. Her gaze remained riveted on the tall hunk of ferocious male stalking toward her, radiating undiluted carnality. He set something carefully on the floor and grasped her by the elbows, his touch surprisingly gentle when he lifted her to her feet.
Yeah. No kidding. Who else could a guy so hot, so studly, possibly be?
She told herself not to swoon. Ordered herself not to swoon. But, Goddess, that rumbling voice. More potent than a train barreling over the tracks. And he smelled so good. Sinfully masculine. A bit of musk, a bite of pine, an essence of dark, smoky nights. Sexy scents. Reminiscent of tangled satin sheets that had been given a good work-out.
Her legs turned to rubber, and she doubted they’d support her on their own. She’d be mortified if he’d have to scrape her puddled body up again. But he hadn’t yet relaxed his grip. Could she bullshit her way through the meeting without collapsing? “You’re late,” she said.
“Well, the party’s over, Mr. Raines.” She waved a hand around the empty room.
“Depends on your perspective.”
“You’re big on perspective, are you?”
“I’m a painter.” A brief shrug accompanied his blunt words. “Obvious connection.”
“Right. But as you can see, everyone’s left.”
“You haven’t.” He gazed down at her, a black brow flaring. “And you’re what I’m here for.”
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