Series: The Crimson Demon #3
Publication date: August 26th, 2021
Synopsis:
Lilith Whitlock was destined for a Hell of a lot more than she bargained for. Her being The Crimson Demon entailed immense power, and the longer it took her to figure out exactly what that meant, the more danger she was in.
The enemies she'd face until now were pawns. With a puppet master pulling the strings, a malicious threat loomed over her, and there was nothing her four supernatural men could do to stop it.
Once her true nature was exposed, she was taken to Heaven and locked away. Lilith was a weapon stronger than anything in all the realms, but with her magic sealed, she was at the mercy of the angel that ended her life a millennium and a half ago.
What they didn't realize was that Lilith was no one's weapon. She was her own being, and she would slaughter anyone standing in between her and the men she loved.
As soon as she gained access to her powers again.
Crimson Soul is book three in the Crimson Demon Trilogy. It is a paranormal why-choose romance centered around three vampires and one demon. It contains mature subject matter that might not be suitable for all readers and ends in a happily ever after.
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Excerpt
My fangs sunk into the tough flesh of his throat.
A hiss of pain passed through him, but he didn't try to stop me. My fingers dug into his shoulders as I sucked deep pulls of blood from him. I wasn't gentle. In fact, I was rough with him as I drank from his celestial veins.
Sugary sweet blood rolled over my tongue. I moaned in delight as the hunter pain in my stomach and throat all but disappeared. The raw brutality of his power seeped into me, and my injuries were healing from the magic that flowed in his blood. I drew more and more into my mouth and gulped it greedily like I'd never have enough.
I'd never gone without blood for as long as I had, and my vampire instincts were in overdrive as logic took the backseat. My knees dug into the cold floor on either side of his waist, where I straddled him.
I was nowhere near as strong as he was in my condition, and he could easily push me off. But he didn't. His hands trailed up my waist, pushing under the fabric of my shirt until his fingers hit my bare skin and a groan of pleasure escaped him.
My focus was only on feeding off him to sate the hunger until his fingers dipped into my skin so hard it hurt and he pulled me down as his hips bucked up against me. I felt the bulge of his arousal between my thighs, and it was like ice cold water was dropped on me.
Yanking my fangs out of him, I reared back. His grip tightened further, and bruising spread from each finger holding my hips in place. His long, silver hair was feathered back as his eyes glazed over in a lustful haze.
Lyra Winters is a twenty-something Kentucky woman who adores the book world. When she's not typing away on her laptop or daydreaming book ideas, Lyra is occupying her time taking care of her two spunky daughters and dreamy husband. She's addicted to Coca-Cola, 2000s rap music, and bubble baths. Her dream is to write love stories that touch the reader's hearts.
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