Pleasure Unbound

I'll bet you could make a woman throw out all her toys

So,uh, where am I, exactly ? And what do you plan on doing with me ?" "You're at Underworld General Hospital. As you can probably guess, we specialize in nonhuman medical care. Our location is secret, so don't ask." "UGH ? Your hospital is called 'ugh' ? Oh, that's precious.

Danger followed in his wake . . . followed, because it wouldn’t dare get in his way.

I swear, I’ve never met any demon as annoying as you are.” “You haven’t met my youngest brother.

The pretty nurse had just injected her with something that totally rocked, and if she wanted to think about boinking a bronzed, tattooed, impossibly handsome doctor who was so far out of her league she need a telescope to see him, then screw it. Screw him. Over and over.

Wraith rubbed his hands together in cheesy horror-movie glee. “Join us or die.” He grinned. “I’ve always wanted to say that.

I wonder what disgusts you more, the fact that I’m a demon, or the fact that when I touch you, it doesn’t matter.

She'd had sex with a demon. Tayla swallowed bile and tried to keep her stomach from heaving. She needed to shower. And douche.

We’ve always assumed The Aegis is all-knowing highly trained and organized but it’s nothing but a cult, isn’t it ? The weak and uneducated being led by those with their own agendas. Brainwashed lemmings following orders without question.

If Castle Dracula screwed a hospital, this would be the bastard offspring.

She narrowed her eyes and concentrated on his mouth. Name. He wanted her name. She had to think about it for a second before she remembered. Great. She must have hit her head. Which, duh, explained the headache.

Sex had always been a weapon, a tool, the only form of currency that never ran out.

It was as though he was pure sexual energy contained in a wrapper of smooth, bronze skin, and damn, it wasn’t fair that a demon should be so cover-model handsome.

You look like Eidolon,” she said quietly. “But you’re so different.” He grunted. “All Seminus demons are nearly identical to their siblings, but our behavior varies because we’re raised by different species.” “But . . . Wraith. He’s blond.” “Bleached.” “His eyes are blue.” “That’s because they aren’t his.” “They aren’t his eyes?

Hellboy?” “What?” “Touch me. Make me forget all this.” He was on her in an instant, took her down to the floor before she could blink.

he stretched out beside her, uncomfortably close, as if they were lovers. Real lovers and not the most mismatched pair of fuck buddies ever.

Be careful, little killer. The Fates can fuck with you in ways you can’t even imagine.

He was the ultimate experiment in Nature Versus Nurture, and she imagined he must be engaged in a constant battle between what he was and what he wanted to be.

He’d always prided himself on being more civilized than his brothers, but so much for that; he was becoming aroused in a damned sewer.

This (Earth) is hell. There are no fires, no burning pits of torment, no levels or rings or rivers of lava. When we die, we get put right back on earth to live our miserable existences over and over and over for all eternity.

Better would be good. Because if she felt a little less like she’d been run over by a truck, she could jump on Dr. Hottie.

Tayla's eyes narrowed into slits, as if she questioned Gem's motives. "I'm not sure I trust you." "I don't trust you either," Gem shot back. "So where does that leave us?" "It leaves you in what's called a family, girls," Wraith drawled. "Get over it.

He’d taken a lot of females in his life, females who played at sex like a contact sport, but Tayla . . . she rocked his underworld.