Three Wishes
Debra Dunbar
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Anessa Books
Date of Publication: March 7, 2015
ISBN: 978-1505671193
ASIN: B00RKE5608
Number of pages: 229
Word Count: 79,000
Cover Artist: Phatpuppy Art
Book Description:
Dar helped his foster sister become the ruler of Hel, and helped her free the enslaved humans from the elves. It’s about time he helped himself – to a fun week of mayhem in the Windy City. Collapsing a few buildings and corrupting politicians is an ideal vacation for a demon in Chicago, but Dar didn’t count on a beautiful angel sabotaging his fun and putting him to work.
Asta is an angelic enforcer, scanning for demons in her assigned territory and sending them to an early grave. Unfortunately, the latest trespasser from Hel has diplomatic immunity - but immunity doesn’t mean she can’t coerce him into helping her track and dispatch the powerful demon that’s been cycling in and out of her radar for the last few days.
Demons are the sworn enemies of every angel, but Asta must learn to trust Dar or the dark presence that is growing in Chicago will spread - and this particular enemy has the skills and knowledge to send human civilization back to the dark ages.
She has one week left as an enforcer before she returns to her heavenly home – one week to catch an elusive monster, and one week to safeguard her heart from the demon who is determined to seduce her to sin.
Excerpt
1
Stupid revolving
doors. What idiot thought these things
were a good method of entering a building? She stood watching as the door made
its circuitous route. Could she time it so she actually managed to get in
between the sections? The last time,
she’d been knocked backwards onto the pavement.
That wouldn’t be a graceful entrance given her current dress and
sky-high stilettos.
“Need help?”
She recognized
his voice even before the faint energy trickled across her skin with its siren
song. How did he do that? Thank Aaru all demons weren’t as stealthy as
Dar, or her job would be nearly impossible. As she turned, she realized that
with her heels, she towered over him. In
flats, she was the same height as the demon, but the shoes she loved so much
put Dar’s chin right at her bosom — a fact he’d quickly realized and had taken
advantage of.
“Want me to get
the door for you?” he asked her breasts.
“Did you make
reservations? Otherwise we can skip the
revolving door and just head over to Taco Bell.”
The demon
chuckled and brushed a curl from her bare shoulder, his fingers lingering
against her neck while his eyes explored the skin north of her cleavage. “Of course I made reservations. I didn’t want you to give me any excuse to
not eat tonight.”
“I swore I’d
play your game tonight as long as you help me catch the other demon. I’ll eat
anything you put in front of me.”
Why did that
cause the demon to nearly fall over laughing?
Did he have something in particular he wanted her to eat, the thought of
which was giving him such amusement?
Oh. Yeah, that probably wasn’t the best thing for
her to say given his proclivity toward the sin of lust.
Wiping his eyes,
still chuckling, Dar strode forward, stopping the revolving door to the angry
protests of those trapped inside. “Then
let us dine, my angel.”
Asta took a deep
breath and walked past him, putting her palms on the front of the glass as
she’d seen the humans do. Hopefully he
wouldn’t bump her out as he had the other evening. With these shoes on, she’d probably land
face-first on the plush carpet.
“Ready?”
She should have
known he’d squeeze into the tiny space behind her, pressing the full length of
his form against her back and rear. Asta
tried to scoot forward, only to find herself sandwiched between the demon and
the glass. The humans yelled at them to
move, but Dar held still, his body warm and powerful.
“Maybe we should
just stay here a while.” His hips shifted and Asta felt something stir to life,
hard and firm against her buttocks.
She’d told him
no sex, but rubbing against her in the doorway wasn’t off limits. And it was most definitely brought with it
welcome sensations. “We need to move,”
Asta said with regret. She tried to push
the door forward, but Dar had it wedged in place. The trapped humans began to pound on the
glass.
“I love pissing
them off,” he whispered against her hair.
“So much anger over such a minor inconvenience. The gifts of Aaru seem to have turned them
into a bunch of minor demons, don’t you agree?”
It did seem a
fair comparison at the moment, but Asta hadn’t squandered her century
here. She’d seen sparks of divinity in
the human race, and no demon was going to convince her otherwise.
She shifted to
look at him over her shoulder, rubbing herself along his body in the
process. Oh stars, this felt good. If only those darned humans weren’t causing
such a racket. “You’re being inconsiderate.” Her voice was breathless. “They
have a right to be angry. And they’re still very early in their evolution. Give them another ten-thousand years or so,
and I think you’ll find they’re more angelic.”
About the Author
After majoring in English with a concentration in Medieval Literature and Folklore studies, Debra promptly sold out to the corporate world, occasionally writing marketing copy and op/ed articles for a local city paper. By day, she designs compensation programs, after dark she stuffs her nose into obscure mythology, and feverishly writes her novels. A DEMON BOUND is her debut novel.
Debra lives on a farm in Maryland with Sweetie, three sons, and a Noah's ark of four legged family members. She drives an old PT Cruiser, couldn't carry a tune if you duct taped it to her back, and enjoys an occasional cosmopolitan (heavy on the vodka). On a good day, she jogs and horseback rides, hopefully managing to keep the horse between herself and the ground. Her only known super power is 'Identify Roadkill'.
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