BLURB:
It
has been eighty-three years since the walls between Earth and Infernus fell,
and now our world stands upon the razor’s edge of extinction. Demon platoons
are marching upon us. My home, one of humanity’s last bastions of existence, is
under siege.
My
name is Alana Devereaux. I am the resident demon detector of Cantati Forces and
Platoon Commander. My job is to hunt down the vermin unleashed upon my world,
and I love it. I live for the day I can kick every last demon’s ass out of this
world. Except as enemy forces reign down terror upon us, the Densare Council
sentences me to a fate worse than death.
Excerpt:
He held up a hand. Pulled his chair out, turned it around
and straddled it.
“But I will follow the orders of the Council. You belong to
me. I won’t be cruel or force you tonight. I will give you today to become
familiar with me before we consummate our union. I have a mission within the
hour, but will visit you tomorrow evening. I will start visiting your room each
night at an arranged time depending upon my mission schedule.” It didn’t sound
like he liked that little tidbit, that he would be forced to come to my room.
Except, the Council had decreed that women were to live below ground as a means
of protection. So what he wanted didn’t matter. He still got to bed the
General’s daughter, just not on his own terms.
Although, the fact that he had given me an extra night of
freedom was more than I had expected from him. Maybe I could, if not feel
something for him, at least be less opposed to being with him.
“Cade, I don’t mean to be difficult. I don’t like that my
choice was taken from me. We are both platoon leaders and used to making our
own decisions, other than what General O’Hare dictates.”
Could he understand my side at least? Then maybe I wouldn’t
feel like I was standing before a firing squad.
“I won’t say I’m displeased. You are one hell of a warrior,
and the offspring we will make together will be something fierce. It would
help, though, if you didn’t look like you’d just swallowed an explosive.” He
meant it. His deep voice rumbled as his gaze roamed over me, stopping ever so
briefly at my chest and juncture of my thighs before returning his smoldering
stare to my face. There was no way this man would allow me to lie there,
unresponsive, while he did his thing. He would make me be present, would not
accept any wooden responses, and would do his damnedest to make sure any walls
I had built were waylaid into dust.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Bestselling
Author Maggie Mae Gallagher doesn’t remember a time when she wasn’t writing.
When she was a kid she acted out her favorite scenes, only better, with her
brother and cousin. As a teenager, she wrote reams of poetry, but realized her
true love lay with creating characters and stories. A former music and history
major, Maggie is a total geek at her core. When she is not writing, she adores
attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family. She lives in
St. Louis, Missouri, with her two furry felines.
Website: http://www.maggiemaegallagher.com
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