It took death for Cinnamon Murphy to find her love, a sexy half-demon she can't resist.
Half-demon Vedo resurrects the newly-dead Cinnamon Murphy, detective, bane of the Hellions - and all woman. Vedo needs her to find his son, product of a forced union with a powerful demoness, but Vedo gets more than he bargains for. Once Cin is no longer a shade, her scent becomes a lure his Nephilim nature can't resist. Cin finds that being raised from the dead gives her uncontrollable cravings for heat, especially for the hot man who needs her help, a man she's sworn to kill.
It's a race to the summer solstice, the stakes are for eternity, the passion is not of this world, and love is an ill afforded weakness.
Pulling the car over to the side of the road, Vedo ignored the swerving and honking cars.
Cin's tension straightened her shoulders. Her intense observation narrowed to the group now a block away from the car. They slowed with their noses in the air, scenting.
"Damn. I don't have my taser or my sword," Cin said, her voice calm despite the threat.
Taser to immobilize them temporarily. Sword to decapitate them permanently. He'd seen her skill with the sword, and it was a chilling sight. Chilling not being a comfortable feeling for him, he wasn't disappointed she didn't have her sword. Of course, she shouldn't be defenseless, and he'd had them retrieved after she'd been ambushed.
"I have your weapons in the trunk."
She leaned into him and gave him a scorching kiss. Hot and greedy, her tongue entered his mouth. After too short a moment, she pulled back.
"You do have your uses," she said and gripped her knees as if to keep her hands from him.
Maybe he should keep her sword around if it got him this kind of reaction. The scalding waves that radiated from his chest outweighed any amount of chill.
The Hellions smelled Cin, blatant erections undeniable proof. They surrounded the Jag, snuffling. The woman in question remained calm, used to this behavior, but it made his skin crawl. His temper flared, and he thought he heard a growl. Impossible. He'd learned long ago to keep his feral nature in check. Cin flicked an amused glance his way, and the spiking heat in the small space proved he'd lost control.
He'd sunk to the level of the beasts outside the car.