De Sade stared out his window and brooded. Sasha, that mouthy wench, had had the nerve to accuse him of pouting. Ridiculous, of course. A man of his breeding never pouted. Brooding though, that was an appropriate response to his current situation because...
“Karen?” Logan gathered her gently into his arms. “Karen, can you hear me?” Her dark eyes fluttered open. “I don’t feel right,” she whispered. “Hurts.” “You’re going to be fine.” He pressed a wad of bandage against the bullet wound in her belly. There was...
Time passed slowly for Logan. As welcome and valued as Karen’s company was, he worried about Beauty nearly every waking moment. One day became two, and then nearly a week with no sign of the Succubus. More than once he considered going out to look for her...
The Hellwind blew strong this night. Baroness Graveek could hear its angry scream rattling against her shuttered windows. She liked the sound. It well suited her current mood as she paced around her spacious bedroom. The whip in her gloved hand coiled and...
“Because my large friend,” Alan replied. “Everyone knows ships don’t sail on the rivers. They fly.” “Flying ships…” Logan looked at Karen, who nodded as if Alan’s claim about flying ships was the most normal idea imaginable. “I… did not see that one comin...
Karen watched as Logan checked the straps and buckles hugging Beauty’s generous curves one last time. Newly acquired leather armor and twin knives from the defeated, flying Succubus would keep their demon safe. Heavy pouches of coin were snug and secure f...
Beauty was gone again by the time Logan woke. It was still early morning, judging by the weak rays of light spilling through the ceiling crack. She could not have been gone for long. He could still see the shape of her body where she had been lying on the...
Tank leaned on the bar, enjoying the feel of a cold bottle in his hand, the taste of beer on his tongue, and the friendly chaos of the clubhouse where he and his brothers went to unwind. Classic rock ‘n’ roll thumped and wailed out of the jukebox. Drunken...
Logan and Beauty stared at each other. They stood within arm’s reach, but the distance felt much greater. The truth about her lust enhancing venom stood between them; a chasm he was uncertain how to navigate around. “Alright, Beauty. I did my part. Now go...
Logan stared in disbelief. Only moments ago, they had been engaged in hot, sweaty sex. The scent still hung in the air. “You can talk? How? When?” Beauty snapped her teeth in frustration and held a hand up. “Ok.” Logan took a breath and spoke slower. “T...
Logan and Beauty sat cross-legged around the fire, sharing the meat of the animal she had caught and presented to him. It was, in his humble opinion, a great improvement from rat meat. He took a sip of flat, bitter-tasting, beer, and offered the water ski...
Logan huddled in the shelter of a large rock and listened to the wind moaning around him. Bitter anger at Queen Maeve's treachery still burned in his gut, but that would have to wait. At the moment, he had more pressing concerns. Somewhere out there, in t...
“Where am I?” He looked out at tall trees and knee-high grass of emerald green. Birds trilled in the high branches. A summer sun blazed golden in a pale, blue sky. Another thought followed. One that left a cold drip of fear to trickle down his spine. “Who...
