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Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Dark Fantasy
Description: Tiger shifters Mya and David have a problem. Every time Mya gets aroused, it wakens a beast within her that threatens to overpower her tiger. Unable to consummate their marriage with a proper mating, they turn in desperation to the Last Call, looking for a demon to undo the curse that afflicts her. Jedidiah Wormwood Worth is a powerful demon and at the top of his field. He's not only a devious trickster who will rob you of your soul, he's also a successful attorney for the underworld -- the real underworld. When he sees the straitlaced shifters at the Specialty Bar, he knows that they'll be his. What he doesn't realize is that by the time the night ends, his heart will belong to them. Devil's Advocate: Sex for a service, damnation not included.
eBook Publisher: Changeling Press LLC, 2010 2010
eBookwise Release Date: May 2010

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [99 KB]
Words: 20594
Reading time: 58-82 min.

"Are you sure that you want to do this?"

They'd asked one another that question about a dozen times already, and the answer was always the same, regardless of who spoke.

This time, Mya Sullivan answered her husband.

"We have no choice, David. If we ever want a normal life together, we have no choice." Hands crept across the surface of the table, fingers linked, and Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan looked deeply into one another's eyes. On the smooth surface of the table, a menu lay open. They'd spent a good half hour scanning it for just the right drink. The Sullivans hadn't come to Last Call to play; they'd come to London's premiere paranormal bar out of desperation.

Mya gazed at her husband, and as always, she was awed by his sheer physical beauty. She was still amazed that they'd found one another when she came from the United States, and he'd been born in Jaipur, India. A chance meeting at the Victoria and Albert Museum brought them together, and after their wedding, they'd opted to settle in London, where David had spent most of his life.

"We could take a more traditional route; perhaps hire a sorcerer or a witch..." She trailed off. They'd discussed this, and had realized that the practitioner in question would have to possess singularly specific abilities to carry out the task that they needed. Then there was the question of payment. Mya and David had bright futures, but as newlyweds just starting out, they were poor as the proverbial church mice.

David ran a hand through his black-on-black hair. It was cut just above the collar, a reluctant concession to his new position as a staff psychiatrist at an upscale clinic. When the light struck it just so, darker streaks of black wove through the inky darkness, so dark they were nearly purple.

His father had been Irish, his mother Indian, and he had inherited her melting dark eyes and sensual features. Those black stripes in his hair were her legacy as well. His father was there in the lively dimples in his cheeks, the ready laughter and quick wit.

Mya had never been certain what he saw in her, but she'd never questioned David, not once since he'd vowed his love for her. Because of their very natures, neither Mya nor David was capable of lying, particularly to one another. She lifted his hand, pressing a kiss to the smooth skin of his palm. Even as she did so, misery flooded her; misery and guilt.

She'd had no idea that the long-ago misadventures of her family would come down on her head all these years later.

"Mya, don't. This isn't your fault."

She smiled, casting her gaze down at their linked fingers. A modest diamond sparkled on her left hand. He said that now, but after a year of being unable to consummate their marriage, she knew that his patience would soon grow thin; he'd eventually begin to grow resentful, and perhaps even stray from her side.

While their kind mated for life, Mya and David had never mated. They had never made love to one another.

Someday she would lose him. The thought tightened her belly and caused her heart to race. Her animal clawed at her in panic.

Music swelled through the room, too loud for where they were seated. The DJ prattled away; she couldn't follow his stream of nonsense. Bodies brushed against theirs as couples moved to the dance floor. David tugged her hand.

"Shall we dance?"

She flushed and rose, reaching down to take one more sip of her seltzer water. Sex was entirely too dangerous to indulge in, and alcohol also pushed her to the edge of her control. A wedge of lime brushed her mouth, and she licked the tart, bitter flavor from her lips.

She stepped into her husband's arms and they swayed to the music, doing their best to ignore their welling arousals.