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Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Male succubus Rael and his lawman lover Lars from A Blast from the Past are back! There's a new drug on the streets called Wishes, little pink pills that bring you your heart's desire -- but in a way that'll rival your worst nightmares. Lars Thornsson and Chelle Rochelle of the Paranormal Enforcement Agency aren't pleased to be ordered to work on the case with two of their most hated colleagues. Arriving home one night to find Rael's been summoning another demon, a jealous Lars is even less happy. But Rael thinks he knows who's supplying the drugs, and he's determined to get to his old friend Shax before the law can.
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Absinthe, 2011 www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: March 2011

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [95 KB]
Words: 20565
Reading time: 58-82 min.

Rael sat in that old rowan wood chair, wrists itching from the silver cuffs. Damn, this had been so much more fun last time he'd been here. That time, it'd been Lars who'd been interrogating him. Rael had had the hots for that boy the minute he'd laid eyes on that long, tall frame that was bulked out in all the right places.

Man, what he wouldn't give to see his lover walk through the door right now. But damn, that'd be the worst thing that could happen for Lars. Rochelle might be cool these days with the whole illegal-alien-from-Hell thing, but Rael had a real bad feeling officers Dee and Dumont were cut from a whole different cloth. And damn, he would bite off his own tail rather than cause trouble for his Lars.

Rael recoiled as Dee leaned right into his face and started thumping on the desk. "Listen, creep, you going to start talking or do we got to do things to you that'll make Hell seem like a kindergarten at Christmas?"

"Uh, Dee? I don't think they celebrate Christmas in Hell," Dumont put in helpfully.

"Jeez, Dumont, you think I care what they party over? Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, whatever."

"Actually, officer, Hell's not real big on religious festivals," Rael told him politely. "Although we do have kind of a family get-together 'round Saturnalia." And damn, his momma was going to be real mad if he didn't turn up this year on account of getting banged up in jail. He could picture her now, hands on hips, foot tapping away, saying "How many times do I have to tell you? Never. Get. Caught."

"Do you think they have kindergartens in Hell?" Dumont mused.

Dee turned on him. "Damn it, Dumont, you want to stop with the philosophical questions and get on with beating the suspect?"

"Philosophical questions work just fine for me," Rael said hurriedly.

Dee threw up his hands. "I give up! I'm going to get a coffee. You want one, Dumont? Maybe it'll clear that damn bone-filled head of yours."

"Uh, yeah, that'd be great. I'll have the usual," Dumont said.

"I'd love a coffee," Rael put in, but he didn't hold out a whole lot of hope.

Dumont perched on the desk, which let out a startled creak like it'd figured it was safe with Dee out of the room. "You know, you'd make this a whole lot easier on yourself if you just told us what we want to know," he said, his face cracking into the semblance of a smile.

Rael gave him a sidelong look. "Is this the whole good cop/bad cop thing?"

Dumont beamed. "Hey, you heard of it? Yeah, that's right. See, I'm the good cop and we get to be friends, so you'll talk to me because I'm nicer than the bad cop. That's Dee," he added just in case Rael was having trouble working the whole thing out.

Rael turned up his powers a notch. "You know, sugar, I got the feeling in Al's Bar that you wouldn't mind being more than just friends," he purred, letting his lashes flutter seductively.

Dumont's jaw dropped, and he scuttled back off of that desk like it'd bitten him. "Uh, no, no, that was all a mistake. See, you're a dude, and I'm a dude, and I'm not a dude who does dudes, you see? Definitely no dudes."

Rael pursed his lips. "But I don't look like a dude right now, do I, honey?" He wriggled his shoulders, letting that slinky dress slide right off of one of them. "And I'm not dressed like a dude." He smiled a long, slow smile.

Dumont backed off so far he banged into the wall. "You're a dude!"

Rael let his shoulders slump. Damn closet cases. He let his powers fizzle out to nothing. "Do I at least get a phone call? Seein' as we're friends and all?"