Ergebnis für "The Devil Series Book 2 The Devil's Angel" in Literatur & Belletristik

The night of summer solstice, I do something stupid. Drawn to the fire of magic, I approach the gods in their sacred circle. I am just a mortal, one of many. I shouldn't merit their attention. But behind the royal figures of the gods a shadow looms, menacing yellow eyes burning in its gloom. He asks me to dance. His clawed hands circle my waist, turning me to the sound of hoofbeats while his demonic voice whispers seductive lies in my ear. For one night and one night only, I let him touch me.

My life was normal. Just my mom and I, living in a small town on the East Coast. The eve of my twenty first birthday, it all changed. A father I have never known returned and took me away from all I knew. Trapped and tortured. Destined for something I knew nothing about. Little did I know, my entire life, I’d been haunted by the devil himself. He was always watching and waiting. As leader of an infamous cult in our area, this is no longer a haunting. He is here. And I’m terrified.

After a childhood filled with neglect and abuse, followed by his mother’s suicide, Lucifer set out into the world alone. There was nothing for him out there other than taking it one day at a time. As the bastard son of the Coffin Nails club president, Lucifer never got much fatherly love. So when the Nails show up at the strip joint Lucifer works in, the last thing he expects is to be put in the custody of Tooth, the Nails Vice President famous for his gruesome interrogation techniques.

Es ist mitten in der Nacht als ich nichtsahnend aufwache. Binnen fünf Minuten sitze ich mit einem Kissenbezug über dem Kopf auf einem Stuhl neben meinem Bruder der offenbar Schulden bei den richtig bösen Kerlen hat. Der Mann mit der verführerisch tiefen Stimme lässt ihn sein Schicksal selbst entscheiden. Nachdem der Würfel gefallen ist, jagt er ihm eiskalt eine Kugel in den Kopf. Dann entschuldigt er sich bei mir, weil er mich für so etwas wecken musste. Und geht. Sechs Monate später beginne ich einen neuen Job.

Nate Narek is barely keeping his head above water. But no one would guess that by looking at him. He's got camouflaging himself down to an art form. Feelings? As far as anyone else is concerned, he's happy and satisfied all the time. Only he isn't. Nate's always been the glue that holds all the shit around him together, and he's afraid that if he shows weakness, those people will be disappointed in him. It's better to keep it all in than to be a burden, right? Then suddenly there's a Devil of Vitality at his door, demanding he open up and let him into his twisted thoughts.

Of course, I've noticed Angel and Devil noticing me. I've felt their eyes and the deep pulse of their heated wanting. I've also seen plenty of men coming and going from their house all summer long, year after year, and I don't want to be one in a long line. The energy of Palm Island is so strong, it's hard not to get swept up in it sometimes. Temporary lust, the hedonistic thrill of excess I'm only human after all. But something stops me every time I want to give in and let go.