TBR reviewer: Luta Wolf
Teresa's on the run, but from something more sinister than human law. She's a demon on
the lam from Hell, trying to hide away in this sleepy town. A job in Damien's bar seems the perfect cover. He doesn't ask questions and he's great eye-candy too. What could be better?
But Teresa isn't the only one with a secret identity and a past they'd rather not remember. Damien knows exactly who and what she is because he's hunted demons before and old habits die hard.
What's a Nephilim bounty hunter to do when one white-hot little devil walks into his bar and turns his quiet life upside down? She's a complication he could do without. She's also irresistible.
So she wants to cause him trouble? That's nothing compared to what he can do to her.
It has a demon, that’s a woman and she exudes sexuality. How can you not like this book? The answer is you won't just like it but you'll love it. I especially love how Damien is this complete alpha bad-ass that knows he is being ensnared in Teresa’s web but like Mr. Praying Mantis he figures it might just be worth it anyways. Teresa herself is a fully rounded character. She's used to getting her way but she doesn't get her way with Damien and that makes obtaining him all the more sweet.
This is hot and steamy but plot driven as well, I never felt like the story took a back seat to the sex but instead was balanced by it. It was a tad too fast but this might just be me not wanting to leave these characters so quickly. The visual details and character connection were so well written. This is a highly recommended read for those demon lovers out there.
Instead of walking around behind the bar, he sat at the closest table and put his chin in his hands, still studying her face. “Before I tell you how I know, tell me why you’re hiding.”
She shook her head. “It doesn’t work that way, Damien. I took a chance coming in here tonight, trusting humans. I get to choose how much to reveal and when, not you.”
He stood up so quickly the chair fell backwards. “Who the hell do you think you are? I’ve known demons, Teresa. They don’t take the kind of risks you did tonight. You don’t seem stupid so that only leaves careless.”
His words stung but there was truth in them. She was careless. Had been for as long as she could remember, but it hurt to hear someone say it out loud.
“My customers are loyal to me and they lied tonight for my sake, not yours.” He took
several strides toward her, his dark eyes flashing. “But don’t think for one minute I’m going to let you throw people around my bar every night. Sooner or later those same customers will begin asking questions. And when that happens, I’ll be minus one business and you’ll be back where you belong.”
Men fell at her feet and begged her to stay. They didn’t cross a room, full of righteous indignation, and lecture her. How dare he?
“Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?”
“The person who owns this bar, that’s who. You want to work here, you follow my rules.”
“I make the rules, Damien. I don’t follow them.”
“You’ll follow mine or you can leave right now. The choice is yours.”
He’d reached the other side of the counter now. Lust and anger rolled off him in waves. The combination was intoxicating, but he was only a man. Forcing her breathing to slow down, she weighed her options again. There were only two choices. Play along for now, or find another place to hide. Damien was one of the sexiest men she’d ever met. The fact he wanted her to leave made her more determined to win him over.
Lowering her eyes, she also toned down her voice. “I made a mistake, Damien. It won’t
“You’re damn right it won’t because I want you gone. Tonight.”
As a demon, she’d never met a man she couldn’t persuade to do her bidding. She seduced mortals into signing away their souls using her body and her looks, and no man had ever dismissed her from his life as Damien was doing now. A bar owner in a one-horse town should be no challenge at all for her. What was so different about him? Why was he immune to her charms?
“You don’t mean that.” She held his gaze steady.
He faltered for just a second, breaking eye contact. “Stop that shit, Teresa. I know what you’re trying to do.”
Was that all it would take for him to let her stay, to seduce him? That shouldn’t be a problem. The sudden realization he wasn’t immune to her powers of seduction gave Teresa such a thrill she decided to change tactics. Why argue with him about who made the rules when all she had to do was get him into bed?