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They are
big, strong and silent. Their faces are hidden behind masks and
their bodies are enclosed in armor suits. They took me from my home
in the middle of the night and have been holding me in isolation for
months. I don’t fully understand the purpose of my captivity. No one
explains anything to me. No one even talks to me.
Nearly driven to madness with no more hope for freedom,
I no longer care if I live or die.
And then he speaks to me. Just a few words . . . He throws me a lifeline
and helps me find my way back to sanity. He becomes my only
companion. My light in the darkness.
I suspect they may not be entirely human.
What’s worse is that he may be one of them.
New Edition, 2018
Warning: Demon Mine is a paranormal romance with
dark elements. It contains sexual situations, graphic descriptions of
intimacy, and potential triggers. Intended for mature readers.
The world of my captors is a dark and mysterious place, but for me it
also holds forbidden pleasures I’ve never experienced before.
Still, when I get a chance to run, I take it.
A rebel and a convicted criminal, he has spent most of his existence
suspended between two worlds, in a state his kind call Deep Sleep.
Nearly forgotten by all.
Until I disturb his slumber.
The touch of a demon awaken is always dangerous.
And for me, it turns out treacherous in more ways than one.
Marina Simcoe likes to write sweet and sexy love stories about characters
who may or may not be entirely human. She firmly believes that our
contemporary world could use a little bit of the extraordinary.
She has lots of fun exploring how her out-of-this-world characters with
their own set of beliefs, values, and aspirations fit into our everyday life.
I was abducted one January night. Startled, I woke up with a leather-clad hand covering my
mouth. I didn’t even get a chance to panic, my heart just dropped into an abyss and stayed there,
frozen in horror.
There were two of them. They scooped me up as if I weighed nothing, and hauled me out
of the bedroom.
I realized later that the alarm system I religiously armed every night before going to sleep
did not go off. I had no idea how they got inside—the door was locked and my place was on the
seventh floor of a high-rise building.
They opened the front door and exited into the brightly lit hallway as if they had no reason
to worry about being seen by anyone. That was when the alarm finally blared.
The one carrying me threw me over his shoulder, and they ran towards the stairwell at the
end of the hallway.
I couldn’t see much, but my mouth was now free. My heart exploded inside my stomach
into a full-blown panic, and I screamed at the top of my lungs. I thrashed with all my might,
slamming my fists into my captor’s back and kicking my knees against his chest. There were
cameras, and I was hoping that somebody had already called the police.
Then I felt it—a cool sensation against my naked thigh. Darkness took over my mind, like
a cloud of ink dissolving in water, and I passed out.
The last thing I remembered before waking up in my cell was being in the backseat of a
moving vehicle. However, every time I’d woken up and opened my eyes in the car, someone
would touch me plunging me back in the darkness again.
I did talk to him again. In fact, I talked to him every chance I got, which was often since he
was now the only one who brought my meals and bath water. The only time the other two guards
showed up was to accompany him to take me to the arena in the evening.
I was still trying to get his name and stood in front of him, blocking his way to the mattress
when he delivered my lunch.
“I need to know your name,” I insisted. “You don’t have to talk to me if you don’t want to.
Or maybe you do want to talk, but you’re not allowed?”
I waited for a second, giving him a chance to reply, but he remained silent.
“Well, I’ll talk to you anyway. It wasn’t my choice to be locked up in here with only you
for company. But if you’re all I’ve got, I may as well get to know you. Right? Let’s start with
your name. What would you like me to call you?”
Apparently determined not to be distracted from his task by my talking, he took a step to
the side in an attempt to walk around me and deposit the lunch tray by the mattress. I let him but
then turned around and faced him on his way out, blocking his exit.
“Come on, it’s not like I can call you ‘dude’ or ‘buddy’. It really doesn’t suit you.” I kept
my tone light and casual, making a huge effort not to let my desperation seep through.
No reaction. He stood calmly in front of me with both arms hanging loosely, legs parted in
a military stance, and said absolutely nothing.
Of course, he could have easily moved me aside on his way to the door if he really wanted
to leave, but he didn’t do that either. Instead, he just stood there and listened to whatever
nonsense came out of my mouth. Not much of a silver lining, but I’d take all I could get.
“Okay then. I can always make a name up for you. If you don’t want to talk, just nod if you
like it.” No reaction, as expected. “So what should I call you? How about Josh? I knew a boy in
elementary school called Josh. He wasn’t very bright . . . and a bit of a bully actually. But you
remind me of him, for some reason. Or Tank? My friend had a dog named Tank. He was very
friendly,” I said brightly. “Tank would actually suit you really well, with all that armour you
wear.”
He remained unresponsive and just stood there, as if frozen in time and space.
“Okay, fine,” I mumbled defeated. Feeling disappointed once again and a little irritated, I
stepped aside to let him pass. “I’ll just have to make up a name for you, without your approval.
And I’ll make sure it’s something really stupid, too.” I glared at his back as he exited the cell and
tried but failed not to take his rejection personally. “See how you’d like being called Tin Man, or
Kettle Head, or Dumbass With Zero Brains And a Black Hole For a Heart!”
My cousin’s husband picked up on the first ring.
“Hello?”
“Hi Jim. It’s . . . it’s Alyssa,” I started and continued since he didn’t reply right away.
“Sorry, I haven’t been in touch sooner. It’s a long story. I’m on my way to Calgary now, and I
was wondering if I could stop by—”
“Are you kidding me?” His voice thundered into my ear, startling me for a moment. “You
people have no shame!”
“What? Jim—” I was confused and a little hurt by his yelling.
“Alyssa is dead! Can’t you let the poor girl rest in peace?”
What?
“But I’m not dead! Jim, can I talk to Sarah, please?”
“No way in hell! I’m not putting Sarah through this again. She got over the death of her
cousin and moved on with her life. Leave her alone and don’t ever call here again. Yeah, and tell
that creepy boyfriend of yours to stop calling here looking for her too or I’ll call the police next
time!”
The line went dead.
I kept pressing the phone to my ear, my mouth open in protest.
“In the dream I got to touch you without the fear of harming you.” His thumb slid along the
front of my throat. “I tasted your skin.”
A flash of heat, ignited by his touch, travelled through me. I swallowed hard and gently
traced the fabric of his t-shirt over the bite mark.
“Does it still hurt?”
“Yes,” he answered truthfully.
“So, immortal doesn’t mean invincible?”
I moved my fingers up the side of his neck and traced the edge of his jaw, feeling the slight
prickling of the stubble there.
He closed his eyes, leaning into my touch, then turned his head and kissed the inside of my
hand.
“Alyssa.” His voice grew rough and low as he drew me closer.
My hands linked behind his neck, I felt his breath in my hair as he ran his palms down my
back.
Melting into his touch, I allowed myself to simply enjoy this moment. The closeness of
him. The scent of the man whom I could never resist. The warmth of his hands sliding under my
shirt and up my back. The soft press of his lips, just above my ear. He was my drug of choice,
and I was getting my fix. Just for one short moment.
Then I took a bracing inhale.
“Sytrius . . .” I touched his face with my shaking hand. “Please . . . Take it,” I begged.
He knew immediately what I meant. I couldn’t do it on my own. I was too far gone in my
constant need for him. He had to take these feelings away from me to make me stop.
Leaning back a little, he yanked his glove off with grim determination then covered my
hand with his. A spike of anxiety mixed in with excitement in me at the sight of his bare hand.
“I’d break my own arm before I hurt you, Alyssa,” he vowed in a tone not allowing for any
doubt.
I waited for the calming cold sensation, but it never came. Instead he slid his bare hand up
my arm and curled his fingers around the back of my neck.
“Take it, please,” I implored him. “I can’t fight it anymore. I can’t stop on my own.”
“I don’t want you to stop.” With his teeth, he ripped the glove off his other hand. “Please,
let me touch you. I want to feel you. I want to make you feel.”
Realizing what he was asking of me, I shook my head in panic even as the need for him
flared bright and hot inside me. “No, just take it.”
“It won’t last. If I take your desire now, it will only come back. Please, let me give you the
release. I don’t want to stop touching you.”
His words broke through my flimsy defences, and my heart beat faster when I whispered,
“Touch me, Sytrius,” in complete surrender, flying straight into the flame, hoping against all
odds that I could still emerge on the other side of it unscathed.
“Touch me any way you want . . .” I gave him my permission.
He made a noise deep inside his throat, not unlike a tiger’s growl, and grabbed me then
lowered me gently onto the bed.
“No gloves.” I hurriedly whispered my only condition.
“No gloves,” he repeated in a hot whisper.
“No mask.” He placed his knees on either side of my hips.
“No hard suit.” He lowered his head and placed hot, tender kisses along the side of my face
down to my neck.
“No one else. Just me.” He opened the buttons of my top quickly.
“And you.” Moving his palms up my stomach, he removed my shirt and cupped my
breasts. I arched my back, welcoming his touch.
“I’ve wanted this for so long.” He lowered his mouth to my breast, warm tongue circling
the nipple and driving me mad with need.
“I’ve touched, but I couldn’t feel,” he breathed against my skin as he slid his hand up along
my back then buried his fingers into my hair on the back of my head, propping himself on his
elbow directly over me.
Gently, he massaged my breast. “I wanted to feel this so much.” He rolled my nipple
between his fingers, making my hips jerk under his as I gasped and moaned. “I wanted to taste
this.” He moved his mouth down my stomach, covering my skin with kisses. “And this.” He
whispered, sliding his hands under the elastic band of my pyjama pants, and dragging them
down.
Then I felt his hot, wet mouth between my thighs as his tongue skimmed along my folds,
sending electrifying waves of desire through me.
“Oh my God . . .” I gasped, breathless, as he moved his tongue in circles then dipped it
inside me. Only it was not a god in that bed with me but a demon unleashed.
I curled my fingers in his hair, desperate to hold on to him in the approaching whirlwind of
sensations as the full force of orgasm hit me, shuddering my body.
Lips parted in ecstasy, I rolled my head on the pillow, while Sytrius continued to drag his
tongue through my folds languidly, chasing the last ripples of pleasure through me.
Through the post-orgasmic glow, I felt his hand move up to my breast again, kneading it
gently, his thumb stroking my nipple, while he rained short little kisses on the sensitive skin of
the inside of my thigh.
I released his hair and fisted the bed sheets, feeling the pressure building up inside me yet
again.
“Sytrius.”
He looked up at me—his hair disheveled from my fingers, the bright crimson light deep in
his eyes—and grinned wickedly. His lips hovering mere millimeters from where I needed him
most, he whispered, “Again, my angel,” and lowered his mouth on me.
He brushed loose hairs away from my face and peppered light kisses on my forehead.
Calming under his caresses, I was slowly regaining the clarity of thought. His breath felt
like a minty-cool breeze against the skin on my temple, leaving behind a subtle chilling sensation
like melting snowflakes. And I recognized the reason of my unexpected calmness—he was
taking my stress and worry away from me, soothing me in the most efficient way possible.
“Don’t, Sytrius!” I gasped, recoiling away from him. “You can’t afford to get sick right
now.”
But, he drew me back to him. “None of your feelings could ever hurt me again. We are one
and the same, Alyssa. You and me.”
The door opened, and Andras walked in. Lost in each other, neither of us offered him any
greeting.
“You don’t have to go through with this.” Sytrius’s voice sounded firm, as if he had made
a decision. “We’ll leave. I’ll take you away from everything here.”
“What?” I exhaled in shock. “We can’t—”
“What is going on?” Andras stood behind Sytrius.
“I need to get Alyssa out of here. We’re leaving the country,” he replied to Andras, without
taking his eyes off me.
Andras’s chest rose with a deep inhale.
“You may never get another hearing.” He frowned, but his voice remained even.
Sytrius ignored him.
“We’ll leave. Right now.” He made a move to get up.
“Sytrius, what are you talking about?” I stopped him, my mind reeling from the sudden
change in him.
“I’ll take you far away from this place. We’ll never have to come back.”
Was it possible? Did a place where we could be truly safe exist? Could we raise a family in
peace? Would they ever leave us alone?
I desperately wished with all my heart for it to be true.
“They will never stop hunting you,” Andras said gravely.
Sytrius paid him no attention.
“Eighty years, Alyssa. You’ve asked me for eighty years, and I’m giving them to you. We
can hide. I will keep you safe.”
Run, again. Hide.
I glanced at Andras.
“Do you honestly believe we have a good chance tonight?”
He met my gaze straight on.
“No one would guarantee it. But I do believe the mood in the Council is sympathetic, yes. I
would never urge you to come if I believed it was hopeless, Alyssa.”
“This is not just about me, is it?” I replied slowly and turned back to Sytrius. “Not even
about us. The hearing, tonight . . . It may help others—”
“I don’t care about others.” Sytrius’s voice rose, his fingers dug into my arms. “Don’t you
see, Alyssa? You are the only one who matters to me. You are my everything. Your happiness is
my mission in life, my purpose. Without it, none of it makes sense.”
“Sytrius.” Andras stepped closer. His frown deepened. A note of steely determination cut
through his voice. “If you don’t show up tonight, you’ll have both Councils on your heels. There
is no place on Earth where they won’t find you. Sooner or later—”
“Eighty years, Andras,” Sytrius threw over his shoulder. “I can outrun them for eighty
years.”
“And then?” I whispered, sensing that his resolve was born from desperation.
“Then, it doesn’t matter.”
“It matters to me. Your life, your happiness matter to me, Sytrius. If we run, they may
forget about me after a while, but they’ll never forget about you. Sooner or later, they will find
you. And they will punish you.”
Capture him, sentence and torture him . . . And, I might not even be around by then to be
able to make any difference at all.
“Alyssa. Look at you. I don’t need to have the insight of a demon to see that you’re
terrified. You’re shaking. Your face is white like the walls in this room. And I’m supposed to
drag you right into the snake pit tonight?”
“It’s not about me!” I repeated, louder this time to match the volume of his voice.
No, it was so much more than me. Even more than I had thought. Now, there was a baby,
too. What would he do if I told him about the baby right now, frantic as he was? Would anyone
be able to reason with him at all? At the moment it seemed the news of this magnitude would
just send him into a tailspin, stripping him of any control.
“Everything is about you, Alyssa!” He bellowed, rising to his feet. I could see his body
vibrate with strain as he began to pace in front of me.
“Sytrius. You need to calm down.” Andras’s words had the exact opposite effect. Sytrius
spun on his heel to face him.
“Calm? Calm!” He roared, his hands fisted at his sides. “Calm is lack of emotion, Andras.
A void. An absolute nothingness! I’d spent centuries in it before she drew me into the light. I’m
not risking a hair off her head for either demons or humans.”
Andras’s eyes narrowed, and his hands formed tight fists, too.
Anxious that their fists might be put to work next, I jumped off the bed and circled my
arms around Sytrius’s middle, pressing my face to his back.
“Don’t. Please.”
His chest heaved, his heart thundered frantically against my cheek, and I squeezed my eyes
tight. How on Earth could I spring my news on him now, even if it tore me apart to keep it
inside?
“You need to calm down, Sytrius.” Andras repeated, inhaling deeply himself. “I
understand more than you realize what you have at stake. But tonight, you need to keep a level
head. It may mean all the difference between your freedom and incarceration. Between her life
and death.”
Sytrius’s back stiffened under my cheek, and Andras continued before he could interrupt
him.
“The hearing is your chance. Both of you. I give you my promise to get Alyssa out of there
safe and sound, no matter what. She will be safe.”
Sytrius held still in my embrace, even as his body shook with tension. I wished I could do
for him what he had done for me so many times—take his stress and his worry. I would gladly
suffer his pain for him.
He had been my rock—my constant source of hope and strength—ever since he came into
my life. Now, it was my turn to be strong, to give him faith.
I braced myself before voicing my decision.
“We’ll go to the hearing tonight,” I started. He stirred in my arms, but I tightened my hold
around him, not ready to meet his penetrating gaze yet. I needed to rein in my emotions first,
before I could let him see them.
The baby.
The thought shot through me again, and I forced it back with everything I had.
Not now.
I couldn’t tell him now. I had to believe that tonight would be the beginning of our new life
and that I would have the chance to share the news with him when all of this was over. I needed
to have this faith, because I had to give it to him now to help him win tonight.
“Together, Sytrius. We’ll go through all of this together.”
“Alyssa.”
Finally, I let him turn around in my arms to face me.
“It’s our chance for freedom, Sytrius. Yours and mine.” I let him stare at me, my emotions
on display. My decision made, the messy hurricane of fear, worry, panic, and anxiety was still
there, but it was now buried under a solid concrete block of focus and determination, which I
used to strengthen my voice as I spoke. “If we run, we’ll never be free. Living in hiding,
constantly looking over our shoulders in fear of being captured and separated would be just
another kind of jail.” I raised my hands to his face, letting my voice cradle him in softness now.
“We need to have faith, my love. I believe in you.”
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Leah
Parker’s fate had always been controlled by others—who she loved
and who she lost. Five years after the tragic murder of her
daughter’s father, she’s done everything in her power to protect
her little girl from the outside world. But she’s rebelled against
fate in the past and no act of defiance goes unpunished in the
Enchanter community.
The
ultimate power wants to correct the damage done by Jae and the only
way they can do that is by getting rid of her special child—a child
destined to replace all branches of Enchanter magic one day.
But,
Leah isn’t willing to go down without a fight. She will do anything
to save what Jae died to protect, even if she must turn against the
Circle of Elders. But when her first love, Brandon Morris walks back
into her life, Leah knows nothing will ever be the same again.
Leah
must confront her past, before she and her daughter are erased from
her family line. She must get over her guilt and rely on Brandon to
ensure her daughter’s survival. But will the pain from their past
destroy their friendship forever? Or will their old bond hold them
together and carry them through what’s ahead?
Fate
brought them together. Will evil break them apart?
Leah
Parker’s visit to her hometown is supposed to bring her closer to
the truth behind her identity. What she doesn’t anticipate is the
handsome stranger with almond eyes claiming to be her Pair.
Her
world once again upturned with the arrival of the man chosen to be
her life partner, Leah is pulled between the feelings she’s always
had for the friend she left behind, and those for the compelling
stranger determined to save her from certain death—at whatever the
cost.
With
an ancient evil out to finish what it started twenty-one years
before, will Leah find peace within her troubled mind and heart to
fight back and win? Or will her disconnection with her newfound
powers hinder her only chance at survival?
Leah
Parker is resilient and hardworking. She’d always prided herself in
maintaining a level head, even under pressure. Everything changes
when she begins to see strange apparitions and hear ghostly voices on
the morning of her birthday.
In
a blink of the eyes, Leah’s life takes a drastic turn that spirals
her into the unknown. Something is out to get her, but she’s unsure
if she’s losing her mind, or the faces and demands of the dead are
real. Unable to find the answers she needs, she has no choice but to
rely on ex-best friend, Brandon Morris, for help.
But
as she will soon discover, Brandon has his own secrets. Some of which
defy logic and only add to the mystery surrounding Leah. And mix
feelings between the two complicate matters by getting in the way of
what they really want, and what they must do.
Can
Brandon lighten the load on her by figuring out what or who wants her
dead? Or will their past history get in the way of the storm brewing
just beyond Leah’s grasp?
Kristy
Centeno loves to spin tales of creatures that go bump in the night,
with a sprinkle of romance to top them off. Her passion for writing
stems from a lifelong enjoyment of reading and the pleasure derived
from the magical worlds created by authors like her. She prefers her
female leads strong, independent, and stubborn who will stop at
nothing to save their loved ones and protect those they care for.
Kristy
currently resides in Pennsylvania with her five kids and a trio of
noisy parakeets. When she’s not working or writing, she juggles her
free time between raising a handful of minions and pursuing other
career goals.
Movement several yards behind him caught my attention and I glanced around his left shoulder
to the woods, noting the quick blur of a figure darting from behind one tree to another.
Something was off about the way this person rushed by. It sparked a sense of familiarity that
horrified me.
“Brandon, I don’t think we’re alone anymore,” I murmured as another flash of white scurried ever
closer. It was too dark for me to determine who it was, but I was certain of one thing: we were
being watched.
“What…?” The meaning of my words didn’t immediately dawn on him.
“Someone’s out there.”
Brandon spun around abruptly. He scanned the area briefly as he backed into me while sucking
in air. His suddenly rigid posture warned me whoever was out there was not friendly.
Without a single word of explanation, Brandon turned to me and took my hand in his, pulling me
down the path we’d used to get to the gazebo. He towed me along in a haste, leaving me no
room to protest, or figure out what the hell was going on. A weird, high-pitched hissing sound
emanated from somewhere behind us. It startled me and I was tempted to glance over my
shoulder, but Brandon’s next words stopped me.
“Don’t look, Leah!” His tone was as serious as I’d ever heard it, which freaked me out even
more. What was he so scared of?
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