TBR reviewer: Shyla
Zara is a succubus, a demon born of lust, and after one bad relationship too many, she decides enough is enough. Nothing but one night stands from now on. Then she meets Darren…
Reader Advisory: This book contains multiple sex scenes,as well as some BDSM/roleplay.
The heroine Zara is blunt, wicked and ready to get to the sticky icky with no names exchanged and no questions asked. When you’re a succubus in heat, and three centuries of life experience under your belt, niceties tend to go by the wayside. I found her take charge attitude and thoughts very amusing! This was a total role reversal. With Zara as the aggressor, and Darren as her victim, : cough: I mean partner choice. Our hero Darren is un
like the men Zara usually sleep with.
Polite, and nice, he wriggles in under her skin and much to her shock, refuses to let go. She breaks her rule of one night only with those three little words that always lead to the demise of something, where’s the harm. Her attraction to Darren brings out a softer side, and reasons for her emotional detachment. Zara was badly burned in the past and refuses to go through the pain of heart break again. It’s pretty clear though her heart has other plans.
A novella I would recommend!
“Hey, cutie. Come here often?”
She spun around and ran her gaze over him. No longer in the gloom, she could see he certainly qualified for the ‘not prettier’ part of her wants. “Often, and occasionally in the alley
behind.” His eyes lit up. “But you’re not my type. Off you pop.”
She stared, and just for a moment let her eyes switch to their true form. The guy took one look at the narrow yellow slits and made for the door. Zara blinked to fix her vision—the switch always dried out her eyes—then took up her whisky.
Neither of the other two men approached, but she caught the taller one staring at her in the reflection in her glass. She schooled her expression, then spun to face him. He smiled, then went back to looking at his beer bottle. That’s more like it. She couldn’t stand men who were too eager. He was cute, she had to admit. A little stubble dusted his jaw, and his blond hair was short, but long enough that she could grab a handful. When he glanced back her way again, she made sure she just happened to be uncrossing her legs. That did the trick. A
wave of scents came from him, the strongest being desire. Rich, smoky, not dissimilar to her whisky. The scents only increased in intensity as he walked over. By the time he was stood beside her it was all she could do not to rip his clothes off right there on the floor, in view of the entire bar.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
Zara downed the rest of her whisky. “You can now.”
He smiled and dropped into the seat next to her as he ordered another whisky and one for
himself. “Do you live in the area?”
“Uh-huh.” Her whisky arrived and she knocked it back in one. “I’m horny as hell, so let’s cut to the chase. You saw me, and now you want to sleep with me.”
He opened his mouth to protest then shrugged. “I guess I did, yeah.”
“Well then, it’s your lucky night. Let’s go back to your place.”
He left his drink untouched and slapped down a twenty. “Sounds good. The name’s Darren, by the way.”
“I don’t care.”