Snippet Saturday: Good Will Ghost Hunting: Demon Seed (Book 1)

Today’s Snippet Saturday is from Good Will Ghost Hunting: Demon Seed (Book 1), which is available in both e-book and print.

Blurb:

[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Romance, demons, HEA]

Can you find Heaven on Earth in the arms of an archdemon? Bet your soul on it.

Kalyani Martin is a virginal preacher’s daughter. Waiting for Mr. Right is Kal’s plan, which doesn’t include the hunky, standoffish Will Hellenboek.

Will cohosts the Otherworlds ghost hunting show with cousin Aidan Faust. All Will wants to do is end his life following his wife’s murder twenty-five years earlier. Falling for Kal would jeopardize everything.

Ryan Ausar’s job as head of the Firm is to protect the Earth. Unfortunately, archdemon Will refuses to return to work. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Ryan holds a secret that, if revealed, would devastate Will and Aidan, men he once called brothers.

With lives on the line, Kal, Will, and Ryan must choose to give up what they most hold dear. Can Kal turn her back on everything she knows and help heal a hellishly hunky archdemon’s heart?

NOTE: This book was previously published with another publisher. (You can also get book 2, Good Will Ghost Hunting: Hell’s Bells, in e-book and print.)

Will stepped under the spray once the water warmed. That’s when he felt the air unmistakably pop. “Kal?”

He stepped out again and looked into the bedroom. No Kal.

“Kal? Where are you?” He couldn’t feel her, but he didn’t know if that was because his powers weren’t back up to full strength or because she was gone.

He fought the urge to panic.

Dammit, I never should have let her hold the amulet!

Will wrapped a towel around his waist and dripped water through the bedroom to the kitchen. Kal was nowhere to be seen.

Now panicking, he screamed, “Aidan, appareo!”

His cousin immediately materialized. Dressed only in Scooby Doo boxers, with toothbrush in hand and a foaming mouth, he wore a frantic look. “What?”

Before Aidan could ask anything else, Will grabbed Aidan’s amulet, held on, closed his eyes, and said, “Reperio meus alius dimidium.” Normally he wouldn’t need Aidan to go to her, even without an amulet, but he wasn’t back to full strength yet.

They appeared in Ryan’s Atlanta condo.

Ryan was laughing and holding his hands up, trying to defend himself against Kal’s enraged attack. She slapped at him like a kid in a playground, screaming practically random, nonsensical epithets in her fury. For a fleetingly brief moment the thought she hits like a girl struggled to escape Will’s lips with an accompanying burst of laughter, but he clamped down on it.

Then reality struck home—she had no idea who she was fucking with. Lucky for her Ryan only looked amused, not upset.

Losing his towel in the process, Will raced across the room, grabbed her, and pulled her away from Ryan. She kicked and screamed at Ryan even as Will kept a tight grip around her waist. Damn, she was strong.

Then, finally, a coherent sentence of words strung together in the proper order erupted from her mouth like a spewing volcano. “I’m going to fucking kill you, you motherfucking, cocksucking, son-of-a-bitch dickhead!” she shrieked.

That almost shocked Will into releasing her. He struggled to spin her around and face him, trying to calm her down.

Ryan laughed loud and hearty. “That’s a live one you have there, Will. Looks like she’s starting to get the hang of things. Well done, Kal. Certainly in possession of a colorful vocabulary now. She’ll give you a run for your money over the years, no doubt.”

“Shut the fuck up, Ryan,” Will snarled at him. Then he grabbed her by the shoulders, gently shaking her. “Kal, what do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m going to fucking kill that shithead bastard, that’s what I’m going to do! I’m going to rip his balls off!”

Aidan stood there in shock, his mouth covered with toothpaste.

She lunged for Ryan again. Will tackled her, bringing her to the floor as Ryan laughed. “How dare he do this!” she screamed. “He took my life from me and stuck me in this mess, the cocksucker screwed with you, and he’s a fucking asshole! I’m going to let some hot air out of that motherfucking head of his!”

In a single breath, she’d gone from Winnie the Pooh to checking off most of George Carlin’s list of words you couldn’t say. Will hooked his legs around hers, trying to hold her as she thrashed in his arms.