I’ve been to New York City several times now, and by no means an expert on all the city has to offer, but I can guarantee there is always an adventure there. My first trip to New York City I can recall sitting on a bench on 5th Ave and staring up at the really tall buildings and the wide avenue and thinking, “Godzilla was really huge!” For the beast to swipe both sides of the street with his tail he had to be really, really big. And if you’re one of those people (like me) who follows the Avenger movies (love, love, love!) the monsters that swept into the city had to be huge too!
But it’s not just the monsters that make NYC a great place to set stories. It’s the atmosphere, the subway, alleys, dark places, Central Park, historic buildings like the Central Library (remember the movie DAY AFTER TOMORROW?) and the people. My sister, Delilah Devlin, and I have an adventure every time we go. From riding the subways to the bicycle rickshaws, to buying knockoff purses in hidden closets in Soho shops. It’s fun, it’s exciting and I love it!
I’ve set all three of my DEMON series in NYC in Manhattan where I’ve created a Paranormal Investigation Team who take on the weird and unusual crimes that happen in Manhattan. My main characters are Katya Danske and Blaise Michaels. They solve the mysteries and struggle with their growing attraction and their own paranormal abilities. And what better place for paranormal creatures to blend in with society than a melting pot like NYC? And did I mention, these books are sexy HOT? Yeah, baby!
This month marks the release of the third book in the series TEMPTING THE DEMON.
About Tempting the Demon:
Dead demons keep turning up across the city. And it’s up to Katya Danske, member of the NYPD’s Paranormal Investigation Team, to stop whoever—or whatever—is behind the killing. But long, hot nights with her personal demon, sexy Blaise Michaels, are leaving her little energy to concentrate on her job.
Blaise understands Katya’s need for space, but now that he’s claimed her, he refuses to let his mate out of his sight. Not when a soul-sucking succubus and a massive storm threathen to throw the city into chaos. Besides, she needs his help to harness her own newly discovered powers. But can he convince her that the passion that binds them makes them stronger together than they are apart?
Heat built low in my body, firing synapses and sending electric currents from where his hand touched my hip all the way to my core. The fog of sleep slipped away as my demon’s fingers glided across my abdomen and down to the apex of my thighs.
I shifted, spreading my legs to allow his finger to slip between my folds and stroke that sensory-packed nubbin of pleasure. From dead sleep to heated passion, I awoke. “Hurry,” I whispered.
Blaise Michaels knew how to build the sensations, to guide my body to a fevered pitch. I want you to come with me.
“I want to sleep more before my alarm goes off.”
He withdrew his hand. Sleep, my sweet.
“Really? You stop now and I’ll kill you.” I grabbed his hand and returned it to that spot that was screaming for more attention, more strokes, more…more…more…
His low chuckle warmed my neck, adding to the heat of his palm cupping my sex, his finger dipping into my channel, swirling around in the slippery liquid coating my entrance. I wanted him, wanted the finger to travel back up to the special place he’d stroked to life, nudging me from sleep to full awareness.
He dragged his thick, wet finger up to my clit and stroked it once.
A shot of extreme pleasure ripped through me. I jerked my knees back, dug my heels into the mattress and arched my back, moaning.
Do you like that?
He stroked me again and I closed my eyes, concentrating on prolonging the sensations, not catapulting over the top, extending the ecstasy of the moment as long as I could.
He stroked me again and I thought I’d come apart.
Blaise knew exactly what it took to make me scream. The demon exercised his control over my body every chance he could get. We’d made love until midnight and now…. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Damn, it was nearly four o’clock in the morning. My alarm was set for five. But I couldn’t just turn off what Blaise had turned on. I had to see it through, ride the wave of hot, molten passion to the end.
My demon rolled over on top of me. My knees dropped to the side. I was ready to take him, to welcome his full thickness into my body.
For a moment, his cock nudged my entrance.
Before I could raise my feet to wrap around his waist and urge him in, he slipped downward, pressing kisses to my breast, sucking my nipple in his mouth, pulling hard. Again I arched my back, pressing the breast deeper.
He rolled the nipple between his teeth, biting gently. I wanted him to hurry, to fill me, to slide his member deep inside me.
Letting go of the nipple, he moved lower, his lips searing a path along my ribs to my belly and below.
“Yes, there. Use that tongue.”
Patience, my dear.
“Fuck patience!” I dug my fingers into his thick black hair and urged him lower.
His tongue took me, lapping at that nubbin of sizzling nerve endings, flicking, teasing and setting me on fire. I felt the tingling begin at my core and quickly spread throughout my body. I shot into the stratosphere, all thoughts of getting up on time wiped from my mind as I rode the tsunami of pure, fiery desire.
Blaise climbed up my body, pressed his cock to my entrance and thrust deep and hard, filling me, driving inside until he was completely sheathed. Then he moved, sliding in and out, slowly at first, then faster and faster, the friction prolonging my orgasm until his final thrust.
Buried all the way inside me, he held me, his member throbbing, pulsing, hot and thick.
When I returned to earth, to the sweat-dampened sheets of my bed, I lay there drained, satiated and amazed at how often we had sex, and how still I couldn’t seem to get enough of this demon.
As the passion cooled, I lay staring at the ceiling, wondering what I’d do with this man who wasn’t a man at all. I worried I might become too dependent on him.
I like taking care of you. Would that be such a bad thing?
“Yes,” I replied. “I do my own thing. I don’t want to answer to anyone.”
“You don’t have to answer to me. All I ask is that you include me in your life.”
“What if I asked you to quit following me around?”
“What if I told you that you’re crowding me?”
“We work well as a team,” he pointed out.
“I’d really like to have some time apart.”
“You don’t control me.”
“You are your own demon.” His hand drifted down my arm and across my breast, setting off a barrage of tingles, zinging from my skin to my core.
“Damn you,” I muttered, sleep slipping further from my grasp.
“I can smell your passion.”
“Why do you do this to me?”
“I do nothing you do not wish for. I only want to protect you from harm. It isn’t often a demon finds his perfect mate.” His gaze captured mine, holding me in the power of those brown-black eyes. He cupped my chin and leaned in to brush his lips across mine. “Your strength, your spirit and your heart enchant me. I would rather die than lose you.”
Though I wanted to fling his words back in his face, warmth stole over me. Sometimes I caught myself enjoying being taken care of and it shook me to the core. Having grown up fending for myself, I had difficulty allowing someone else to take on that responsibility. Especially when that someone was a demon. A very sexy and dangerous demon. “Smooth words. I swear you’re manipulating me,” I grumbled.
He grinned and tweaked my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, setting off a renewed aching desire in my center. “Is it working?”
“Damn you.” I rolled over and straddled him, lowering myself onto his hard length, taking him fully inside me. “What do you think?”
About the Author
Elle James spent twenty years livin’ and lovin’ in South Texas, ranching horses, cattle, goats, ostriches and emus. A former IT professional, Elle is proud to be writing full-time, penning intrigues and paranormal adventures that keep her readers on the edge of their seats. Now living in northwest Arkansas, she isn’t wrangling cattle, she’s wrangling her muses, a malti-poo and yorkie. When she’s not at her computer, she’s traveling, out snow-skiing, boating, or riding her ATV, dreaming up new stories. You can reach Elle James at www.ellejames.com.