Title:
Amazon Heat
Author: Valerie Twombly
Series: Demon Heat (#1)
Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Resplendence Publishing
Release Date: Nov 13 2013
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook
Blurb/Synopsis:
When Katrina faces the death of her father, she is left with
only one choice. Hire a local demon to help her retrieve a mythical healing
stone from deep in the Amazon. However, when the two finally meet, sparks fly.
The man is a walking sex god and when he offers to pleasure her in exchange for
his services, she finds it hard to refuse.
Damis only intended to have a good time with the beautiful
blonde who entered his office. Little did he know, the vixen was not only half
demon, but his mate, as well. Can he resist the urge to bond with her? Or will
his desire be his downfall?
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As a child, Valerie would often get into trouble for peeking
at her mother’s favorite TV show, Dark Shadows. She can still hear her mother
saying “It will give you nightmares.” She was right of course, but that did not
stop Valerie from watching. As an adult, her love of the fanged creatures never
waned. She would watch any vampire movie she could find.
Being a true romantic, Valerie was thrilled when she
discovered the genre of paranormal romance. Her first read was one of Lara
Adrian’s, Midnight Breed Series and from there she was hooked.
Today, Valerie has decided to take her darker, sensual side
and put it to paper. When she is not busy creating a world full of steamy, hot
men and strong, seductive women, she juggles her time between a full-time job,
hubby and her two German shepherd dogs, in Northern IL.
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Excerpt
Katrina stepped through the door of The Magic Cove. Music
blasted across the room. The scent of alcohol and sweat assaulted her senses.
She wrinkled her nose.
With sheer determination, her Aperlai heels carried her to
the empty bar stool on the other side of the room. A smile slid across her lips
at the whistling catcalls resounding from behind. No doubt, they were admiring
her ass in the tight-fitting jeans she’d poured herself into. Her favorite pink
top plunged to a deep V between large breasts. Looking one’s best never hurt,
especially when negotiating a deal with the opposite sex.
Sources said the demon she hunted owned the club. If that
was true, finding him should prove easy enough. She only needed to ask.
She plunked down on a stool and kept her gaze pointed
straight ahead, not daring to look at the woman next to her. The overwhelming
beauty of the female, along with the intricately designed copper bustier she
wore confirmed she was a Valkyrie. Immortals known to be the most brutal of
women. One wrong move and they’d shred you to pieces, all while laughing about
it. She had to admire them though and wished she could be more brutal.
Kat observed her
surroundings, noting pointed ears, clawed nails and drunks in various states of
shape-shifting.
She shuddered.
This place scared the hell out of her, but then events from
earlier that evening still raced through her mind and reminded her of the
mission.
She’d been reading her father’s journal, taken aback by his
findings.
Her father, an archaeologists, was one of the best in the
world and able to read a variety of languages, including many immortal
dialects. He’d been hired by several top leaders from the immortal realm to
find artifacts long lost by their ancestors. There were hundreds of discoveries
under his belt, except for one: The Orecha Emerald, believed to be a magical
stone with healing powers.
With nothing to back up the stories woven through the
centuries, the stone was a myth. Her father, however, always believed it to be
real and his journal indicated he’d found its location.
When she’d visited, he’d looked worse than he had the last
time she’d seen him, the cancer slowly eating away at his body. She’d tried
hard to contain her emotions. Instead of letting the tears flow, she’d smiled,
moved toward his bed, bent over and kissed him on the cheek.
“You look well today.”
He’d placed a kiss on her hand. “Don’t try and snow me. I
know I look like hell.” He gave a weak smile. “But you are as beautiful as
ever. You look more like your mother every day.”
She’d sucked in a deep breath and held the tears at bay. The
loss of her mother still stung ten years later. She’d only been fifteen at the
time, and her poor father had been left alone to deal with a rebellious
daughter.
“Father, I read your journal. Do you truly believe the
Orecha Emerald exists?”
Brown eyes had misted. “Yes, with all my heart. I only wish
I had found it in time to save your mother.”
The breath had escaped her lungs in a loud sigh.
His brows had knitted together. “Kitten, you’re not thinking
of seeking it yourself, are you?”
“Yes.” She’d squeezed his hand. “I’ll do anything to save
you.” No longer able to hold back, the tears had rolled down her cheeks.
“No, I forbid it.” He’d reached up and wiped away her
sorrow. “You are all I have left in this world.”
The concern on his face made her more determined. She would
do anything for this man.
“And you are all I have left, which is why I must go. You
cannot stop me. I’m firm in my decision.” She’d kissed his rough hand. If there
was any chance in hell that stone existed, then she would find it.
“You’ve always been a stubborn girl, and I realize I’m too
old and sick to stop you. It will be dangerous. I beg you to reconsider.”
She’d forced a smile. “You know I can’t.”
He’d sighed. “I know, but I had to try. Please promise
you’ll be careful. You know what you must do?”
“Yes, I’ll go tonight.”
So, here she sat in a crowded night club, looking for a
thousand-year-old Uoinota demon named Damis. She’d been told he knew every
detail of the Amazon and would be the best escort to hire.
A red-haired pixie sashayed up, a white towel slung over her
shoulder. “What can I get ya, sweetie?”
Kat leaned forward, blonde hair covering her peripheral
view. “I’m looking for a demon named Damis.”
The pixie chuckled. “You and every other female in here.
Take a number.”
She pushed back in the stool and fidgeted. She’d heard the
demons were built like Greek gods and their sexual appetite insatiable. “No,
it’s not what you think. I mean…I intend to hire him for a job.”
With elbows perched on the bar, the pixie leaned closer.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?” She tucked a strand of red hair behind a
pointed ear.
“Katrina, but please, call me Kat.”
“Kat, I’m Lilly. You seem like a nice girl, so I’m gonna do
you a favor and tell you to run.”
Her throat went dry. “Why?”
“Damis is a very old and wise demon. He’ll eat you alive.”
Lilly placed a glass on the bar and filled it with white wine. “On the house.”
She grabbed the glass and downed half its contents in one
swig. “Thanks, but I have a job offer for him and was told he’d be willing to
help.”
Lilly gave her the once over. “Oh, he’ll be willing all
right. Question is will you? Unless you’ve been living under a rock, you must
have heard about his sexual exploits.” She shrugged. “Wait here. I’ll see if
he’s busy.”
Kat downed the rest of the wine. Sleeping with the demon
hadn’t been something she’d even considered, but she did find the idea
intriguing. It had been months since her last failed relationship. Too strong
willed, David had called her. He’d been a lame fuck anyway. Providing the demon
wasn’t hideous, perhaps this could prove advantageous in more ways than one.
Still, this was strictly business. The demon was the best
guide money could buy. It also didn’t hurt that he was the oldest and most
powerful of his species. No doubt, he could break any enchantments that
surrounded the stone. I just hope he’s
honest.
Lilly came back to the bar. “He’ll see you.”
“Thank you. Um, where is he?” Her gaze moved around the
room, not having a clue what he looked like.
“Over there.”
She turned to where Lilly pointed. At the back of the room
stood a man cloaked in dark shadows, arms crossed over a broad chest. Katrina
swallowed, wanting to run. Remember,
anything for father.
A faint laugh came from behind the bar. “Don’t say I didn’t
warn you.”
Kat stood and balanced on her four-inch heels, abruptly
aware how the denim clung to every curve and the pink tank-top molded to her
breasts. Her hands glided down her rounded hips, smoothing her attire. Show time.
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