I've got a fun new book out, completely separate from the Mageverse series I think you'll enjoy. In this one, a half-demon succubus falls for a half-angel demon hunter. She's a normal girl, really, if you ignore the murderous demon father, the horns, the imp best friend...and, oh yeah, the evil tail...
For the past five years, Zana Alasdair has been obsessed with Rafe Cazadero. Which is an issue, to say the least, because Rafe is a
half-angel demon hunter, and Zana is…Well, a demon. Sort of. Anyway, she's a
succubus -- a half-human demon who draws magic from the erotic energy she
collects making love to mortals. Which means Rafe would probably kill her if he
caught her hanging around.
Which is why
Pointy doesn't approve of her little crush on the hunter. Pointy is her evil
tail, which has a mind of its own, and it's thoroughly convinced Rafe is Bad
News.
And Pointy does have
a…Well, point. Except if Rafe's not careful, he's going to get himself
killed, and that would be a damn shame. Especially since one of those most
interested in killing Rafe is Zana's psycho father, Jargoth, a Lord of Hell,
who'd also like to kill Zana.
And Zana's been
thinking.
Wouldn't it be
great if she could talk Rafe and his magic sword into an alliance? She can be
pretty persuasive…
Assuming she can
persuade her evil tail to be a little less evil…
In this scene, Rafe has been bitten by one of Jargoth's demons while trying to save some mortal girls. Zana scoops up his holy sword, using an armored glove, and uses it to slay the demon, then transports him to a protective circle where she can try to treat the demon's poisonous bite. Rafe isn't pleased at being kidnapped.
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Zana
I teleported us to my bubble, a pocket of time and space protected
from demons, Hell lords, angels and other undesirables. Rafe materialized
spread-eagle in the healing pentagram. He took one look around, realized he was
in the center of a working, and tried to leap to his feet. Thanks to the spell,
his body refused to obey. Assuming it could, as badly as he was hurt. He
swore at me in a torrent of gutter Spanish that made my brows climb.
I eyed him. “Does the Lord know you use language like that?”
He shut up just long enough to give me a vicious glare, panting in
pain. I didn’t like his color at all. He was beginning to look distinctly
green, and the ragged red wound had darkened to a bruised purple.
I extended a hand to one side and concentrated on what I wanted. The
workshop promptly sent a spell book smacking into my palm.
“What in Lucifer’s sweet Hell?” Bazgaz plopped down on my shoulder
like a thirty-pound bag of cement. I grunted, staggered, and just managed not
to fall on my ass. The imp wasn’t that big, but he was solid -- about two feet
tall, with an outsized head, two short horns, enormous red eyes and long, fuzzy
ears that made him look like an azure Yoda. A dark blue mohawk jutted between
them, running to the base of his skull. His skin was a pale blue that darkened
to deep cobalt along his arms and legs. His hands and feet were equipped with retractable
claws. Like most Diabol, including me, he had a long, whippy prehensile tail. He
also wore a short loin cloth, mostly because I refused to look at his tiny
junk.
Baz stared down at Rafe in absolute horror. “That’s a Hunter,
Zana! Have you lost your mind? He’s gonna kill us all!” Then he blinked, taking
a closer look. “Oh. He’s dying. That’s all right, then. But what are you doing
with him?”
“He’s not dying,” I growled, flipping pages.
The imp studied the wound, sniffing the air. “Nope, definitely
dying. Smells like Hell drake. Nasty bite. Your boyfriend’s about to be an
all-you-can-eat buffet for flies.”
“Damn… you,” Rafe muttered, still struggling to move despite the
pentagram’s immobilizing spell.
Bazgaz glanced over his shoulder, where I could feel my tail
sketching shapes in the air. I didn’t look around, but I figured Pointy was
bitching. Again.
“She is a succubus,” Baz told it. “They take these weird
fits about men… Well, yeah, she should have better sense than to chase an
angel…”
“Not… not an angel… Neph… Nephilim…” Rafe gasped. Which, I knew,
meant he’d had a human mother. Like me. Sort of. “Couldn’t hold me if… if I was
angel.”
Pointy jerked around a bit more, but I was frantically reading the
index.
There! A treatment for a Hell drake bite. I flipped to the right
page and scanned the spell.
Bazgaz leaned down from my shoulder, reading too. My tail curled around
to the side, tip pointed at the page as if it, too, were reading. Which, since
it didn’t have eyes, was impossible. Probably. Maybe. I think.
“Well, that’s not gonna work.” Baz looked around at Rafe. “Like I
said, you’ll be a maggot Burger King in about twenty minutes. No way she can
work this spell without ending up char-broiled.” The imp smirked, and Pointy
made a gesture that looked downright obscene.
“I didn’t ask for… her… help!” Rafe gasped.
I ignored them, though my stomach sank. Baz had a point. I didn’t
even have the materials I’d need. Unless…
I hurried over to Rafe, who glared up at me with his lips curled
off his teeth, rage blazing in those stunning gold eyes. I sank to one knee
beside the pentagram, pulled my glove off, and extended my palm over his body. His
belt smoked at the proximity of my half-demon flesh.
“Yes!” I hissed. Thank Gaia, goddess of Earth, he had what I
needed!
I gestured and his armor vanished, leaving him naked -- though for
once I was way too preoccupied to notice the view. His utility belt reappeared
in my hand.
“Hell… Hellspawn… what are you…”
Ignoring him, I looked down at his chest and swore Baz’s favorite
string of filth. Rafe flinched at the demonic curses, but I didn’t much care. The
bite looked even worse without armor in the way. Right over his heart gaped the
radiating spoke pattern where the drake’s teeth had sunk into flesh. The bite was
now black where the teeth had scored, red and gory around the edges. Dark, venomous
streaks radiated from it as the poison spread.
If I was going to save him, I had to do it now. There wasn’t time
to look for a spell that would be less risky. Hopefully, his Lord wanted him
saved. After all, God had kept the Neph alive this long against incredible odds.
In fact, He had even allowed my presence. He must have known about me. So
this would work. Probably. It had to.
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