Hiding from the VETOV, Jessie and Drake move to a small town in Alaska—home to humans, demons, and werewolves. They soon discover a serial killer is on the loose and it’s a demon stealing good souls. Jessie longs to end the fiend’s rampage, but finding the murderer won’t be easy, especially after she bumps into the werewolf who had kidnapped and tried to kill her. Jessie reaches out to Alan, the Alpha she’d helped in Arizona. Alan and Drake work together to eliminate the threat against Jessie, but removing the werewolf may come with a steep price.
Over a roller coaster ride of events, Jessie battles for survival and her soul. Through all her struggles, she maintains a feverish love for Drake. On Christmas Eve, he presents Jessie with a surprise. Eternity never looked better for the half-demon soul catcher.
“So now that I’m here, what will you have me do?” I asked.
“That is a good question. What shall I do with you?”
I glanced over my shoulder at him. In Jeremy’s image, I could look at him and not feel any emotion. When he appeared as Drake, my heart ached.
“I could keep you here as my personal slave, which intrigues me, or I could send you back,” he said.
My lower lip quivered. Both options made me want to vomit. Bottom line, I’d never see Drake again. I didn’t care what happened to me anymore. Stripped of hope and the man I loved, nothing could cheer me up.
“I admit, you are a valuable asset to me in the living world. However, the longer I stare at your beautiful body, the more I want to keep you for myself.”
“I don’t care what you do with me. Just decide,” I said, staring at the tranquil sea. Decide and let me move on.READ MORE
He chuckled. “Jessie, you are one of my favorites. I can sense the fight still within you. I like that.”
A dark shadow loomed from above, drawing my attention away from the conversation. Shielding my eyes from the bright sun, I glanced up and found a massive pair of wings in the sky. I peered closer. The wings connected to a man’s body. Holy shit!
The winged man dropped like a cannonball from the sky to the beach. He smacked the ground hard, creating a tremor that made my teeth chatter. The glasses on the counter shook, spilling tea over the rim of one of them.
“What the . . . .” I said softly.
“Indeed,” the devil said. He passed me and headed for the winged man.
I ran to catch up, staying off to the side of the devil. My feet slipped in the sand and I flung out my arms, trying to keep from falling. A few feet ahead, the man kneeled on one knee with his head down. His large brown wings contracted toward his body. Where on Earth, er—hell, did such a creature come from?
The winged man slowly lifted his head and rose. He had short, blond hair shining in the sun. Muscles graced his bare arms and chest. A pair of tight pants covered his lower extremities and legs. I marveled at his large size. Even without his wings spread, he was a robust creature, and well over six feet in height. Something else I noticed about him. He had a soft sheen around him, a glow that magnified his beauty.COLLAPSE