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Deception
Demon Hunters # 2
Demon Hunters # 2
By: A.S. Fenichel
Releasing July 7, 2015
When
Demons threaten Regency London, only a Lady can stop them.
Lillian Dellacourt is beautiful, refined and
absolutely lethal. She’s also the most feared and merciless demon hunter in The
Company. She’s come a long way from the penniless seamstress’s daughter sold to
the highest bidder, and it wasn’t by trusting a man, let alone an exiled
Marquis with more on his mind than slaying the hellspawn . . .
For Dorian Lambert, Marquis de Montalembert, being
sent to keep track of Lillian is no mean task. He’s wanted the fiery vixen
since he first heard of her five years ago. But wooing the lady while fighting
the demon uprising is no easy feat, especially when the lady’s tongue is as
sharp as the Japanese sai blades she favors for eviscerating
the spawn of hell.
These two will have to learn to trust each other
fast, because the demon master is back, and he’s planning to turn Edinburgh
into a living hell…
He left his trousers and blouse on and
approached the bed. Her heart was near to pounding out of her breast. It was a
sensible offer, and yet she wondered if she’d made a misjudgment.
The intensity of his gaze was enough to
warm her entire body.
“You are correct in that I never take
what is not offered freely and with some enthusiasm, Lilly.”
“Then we should be able to pass the
night together without my having to kill you.” Her voice sounded strained. Had
he heard it?
If so, he was too much a gentleman to
say anything. Dorian sat and put out the lantern before stretching out beside
her. The heat of his body seeped through the bedding, warming her from top to
bottom. It was going to be a lengthy night.
The waxing moon shone through the
window. He turned his head and met her stare. “I think it will be a long
night.”
She giggled. “I should lie and tell you
that you are being a foolish man, but I cannot. It is uncomfortable to share a
bed with a stranger.”
“Is that what we are?”
“I barely know you.” Her heart jumped.
He smiled and rolled to his side,
facing her. “And yet, I feel I have known you for years.”
“How so?”
“My brother, Brice, often writes me
about his students. You were the topic of many stories when he trained you.
Those letters got me through many desperate nights.”
He had an advantage over her. Her
instincts told her to move away, but there was no place to go in the small bed,
and the notion of spending the night on the floor did not appeal to her. “Where
were you?”
“I had a commission in the army.”
“You fought the French?”
“Do not sound so surprised. France
abandoned my family while England gave us a home. My loyalties are quite
clear.”
“Interesting.”
He smiled. “Tell me about your
suspicions of Shafton. We can talk until I am too tired to think about your
stunning body lying just inches away under the blanket.”
His nearness distracted her from the
seething anger that often returned at the mention of Shafton’s name. “You saw
how he reacted during the meeting. Why would he become so unreasonable unless
he had something to hide?”
“He is tasked with gaining
intelligence. Perhaps he was merely deflecting the blame. He has had little
success in finding vital information.”
Normally she’d feel the rise of fire in
her belly. Anyone who defended that miserable nobleman was asking for a
scolding from Lillian. Even so, his calm voice in the moonlight, the warmth of
his body so close to hers, and the intimacy of the setting, it was as if a balm
fell over her. “I believe there is more to it. Why does he not acknowledge his
daughter’s life was saved or that the master was damaged in the ascension?”
“He did say he felt you had made the
wrong choice in saving the countess rather than focusing on destroying the
ritual.” He pushed a stray hair back from her cheek.
The touch set her body on fire. She
swallowed the lump clogging her throat. “Do you believe that, Dorian?”
He closed his eyes briefly. Was he as
affected by their closeness as she was? His dark gaze trapped her. “I have read
the report several times. I don’t see how you could have acted in any other
way. I believe Belinda was and is too valuable to The Company to be sacrificed
without the assurance her death would bring us victory. Also, she was necessary
to the success of the ascension. By removing her, you succeeded in damaging the
master.”
He opened his mouth as if to say more,
then closed it again and sighed.
“And?”
He leaned in until his lips were only
an inch from hers. “And the sound of my name on your lips in our current
setting is the sweetest thing I have ever heard.”
She tried to back away, but the wall
behind her gave her nowhere to go. “Dorian, I…”
He kissed the tip of her nose
and smiled. “I know, Lilly, but you asked.”
A.S. Fenichel gave up a successful career in New
York City to follow her husband to Texas and pursue her lifelong dream of being
a professional writer. She’s never looked back.
A.S. adores writing stories filled with love,
passion, desire, magic and maybe a little mayhem tossed in for good measure.
Books have always been her perfect escape and she still relishes diving into
one and staying up all night to finish a good story.
Multi-published in erotic paranormal, contemporary
and historical romance, A.S. is the author of the Mayan Destiny series,
Christmas Bliss and many more. With several books currently contracted to
multiple publishers, A.S. will be bringing you her brand of romance for many
years to come.
Originally from New York, she grew up in New
Jersey, and now lives in the East Texas with her real life hero, her wonderful
husband. When not reading or writing she enjoys cooking, travel, history, and
puttering in her garden.
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