Devil’s Jewel released earlier this year, and I’m thrilled at the response from readers. This story was so much fun to write. The first time I truly tried to delve into a paranormal world in a story. Seer’s Flame is the prequel tot he HPG (Hunter Protection Group) series and was really my first foray into the paranormal because the heroine, Gina Devlin, is a psychic.
However, SF is pretty much all romance. The character is Devil’s sister, and a psychic, but the story is not set in his world of witches, demons and things that go bump in the night. Seer’s Flame is all about the romance, and it was a lot of fun to write. So much so that when Devil showed up near the end of the story I knew I was going to write his story too, and that is where the world be an to open up for me, and for Gina.
I do highly recommend reading it before reading Seer’s Flame v=before Devil’s Jewel because it’s a great set up for the world, and Gina plays a small but important role in the other HPG stories. Although reading it first is not a must, it’s also important to know that Devil’s H+Jewel starts off Right where SF ends. As in, the exact scene, just opens in Devil’s POV instead f his sisters.
Also important to know is that Seer’s Flame is full on steamy and romantic, Devil’s Jewel is more paranormal action-adventure with romance and heat. I’m not sure I’m explaining it well, but I think once you rad them you’ll get what I mean. And I hope you’ll enjoy the difference, because I truly hate it when I’m reading a romantic suspense and the characters find some time in the middle of a fight for life and death, or a getaway to have sex. Right after a fight for life or death is great, because hey, you’re safe now, and what better way to feel alive than sex, but not int he middle of things. Just a pet peeve of my own I had to stick to. 😉
Check out this EXCERPT and see if you want Devil to get you.* * * * *
Turning the kitchen light off, he walked over to the window and saw Jewel in the backyard. His eyes landed on her and stayed there as the sky began to lighten from a deep grey to purple. She’d removed her boots, and knelt on the ground, sitting back on her bare feet, in her jeans and a skimpy black tank top, silver and gold jewelry glinting in the dawn light. Through the open window he could hear her soft muttering as she dug into the earth with her bare hands. Her voice blended with the sounds of nature waking up, birds chirping and leaves rustling in a soft breeze. Natural, primitive. Jewel herself was natural and primitive. She raised a need inside him that went beyond the simple desire to fuck. She was willful and strong, a true fighter. Her determination matched only by the seductive lure of her fiery eyes and lush lips. His chest got tight and his dick hardened as he watched her get to feet. She straightened up and raised her hands to the sky as the sun peeked out over the horizon. Her posture was erect, her breasts thrust forward and head titled back, as if drinking in the sun’s first rays. She raised cupped hands to the sky and, transfixed, Devil drank in the long lines of her body, the arch of her back, the curve of her ass … even her bare feet digging into the earth were sexy. She lowered her hands and turned to the house, her eyes meeting his through the window. Devil didn’t smile, didn’t move. He ignored the pounding heat rushing through his veins and focused on the light in her eyes as she sauntered back to the house. The back door opened and she stepped into the kitchen, then padded over to him on silent bare feet. She stopped only when she was mere inches away from him. A deep breath and he’d feel her against his body. Every muscle he had tensed with the urge to grab her, lift her onto the counter, and step between her thighs. But the house was full, and he wanted nothing less than to make her scream her satisfaction – over and over again. He leaned down, skimming his nose over her neck, ruffling the wisp of hair near her ear as he inhaled her scent. The earthy smell of dirt, sweat and aroused female filling his head. He pulled back a bit, but hovered over her mouth, their breaths mingling. He could almost taste her. A groan rose in his throat at the sight of her little white teeth sinking into her full bottom lip. “We leave in just over three hours,” he whispered. “Okay,” she murmured. Neither of them moved. “More than a few minutes,” he reminded her. “Much more,” she agreed. Finally, after another minute of torturing himself with her nearness, Devil stepped back. “There’s a spare bedroom across from the bathroom. The bed’s yours, Drake and I are in the front room. Try and get some rest.” “Yes.” She cleared her throat, and stepped back a bit further. “I’ll do that. See you in a little while.” Stealing himself, Devil spun on his heel and left the kitchen while he still could. That woman was potent, and that made her dangerous.