Asmodeus(92)

Pixie, who loved her new nickname, went skipping back to the others who were relaxed on Naberius's back lawn. Raum, Kelly, Valencia, Nadine, Carrie and Naberius were waiting for them. She was thankful they had respected her privacy, though privacy was something she would likely experience very little of in the house from now on.



All but Raum and Kelly were going to be living with Naberius. It was decided that until Asmodeus figured out what he was going to do for a job—now that should prove interesting—they would stay with Naberius. Carrie, Pixie and Nadine weren't too happy about living with Kelly, who was, as they put it, "constantly sucking on Raum," so they opted to take Valencia's invitation to stay with them for the time being.



"I have a present for you as well."



"Really?" She couldn't imagine what he had for her. There wasn't anything else she wanted.



"I spoke to Michael earlier this afternoon while you were asleep."



Just hearing his name annoyed her, but she'd forgiven the archangel after he gave her back her powers. "And?"



"I point-blank asked him about our child."



"Wh-What did he say?" She'd been trying to summon him again, but hadn't wanted to push it too far. She liked her new powers right where they were.

"He said he'd start saving for college if he were in our shoes. That shit can get expensive."



She grabbed his arm. "No, seriously. What did he say?"



"I just told you."



"So…the baby…"



"Actually, he did slip up and say one other thing."



She squeezed his arm. "Asmodeus…"



"He mentioned that you had promised your firstborn to him. But he said he'll just settle on us naming the baby after him."



"It's…it's a boy?" She wasn't going to be able to go to a regular doctor, so she hadn't expected to know the sex of the baby.



"It's a boy."



She leaned into him as he wrapped his arms around her.



"Come on, guys. The food's getting cold."



She pulled back to look at the people gathered around the bonfire. Demons and vampires. Who would have thought? Reading the ancient texts was one thing. Learning from those who lived it was another. In some weird twist of fate everything had fallen into place. Even the dog, now named Hunter, pounced happily from person to person, tail wagging.



She walked hand in hand with Asmodeus to the bonfire, thankful for the turn her life had taken.



Oh, and there was one thing she learned that was absolutely true about vampires.



The sex really was better.





About the Author



I grew up in the city of Sacramento, California. I decided I wanted to see the world, so I enlisted in the Navy right out of school. Shortly after joining the Navy I was stationed in Italy where I met my husband—a Marine who guarded the building I worked in. No one can convince me that love at first sight does not exist. We have two beautiful daughters and now reside in his home state of Michigan.



To learn more about me, please visit www.dawnmcclure.com. Send me an email at dawn@dawnmcclure.com.





Look for these titles by Dawn McClure





Now Available:





Azazel



Asmodeus





Being dominated was her secret desire…





Azazel



© 2008 Dawn McClure





A Fallen Angel story.





Alexia has no complaints about her job as an assassin in the Alliance, battling rogue vampires and demons. However, on a personal level, she has hit a sexual hiatus. Men from every race, every continent and every skill level have tried to bring her down—and turn her on. All have failed. Until a man with a body made of sin stirs her blood for the first time in over two hundred years.



Azazel, a demon of the First Angelic Revolt, is one of Lucifer's most prominent—and dominant— assassins. His current mission leads him to Alexia, a fighter like himself who lives in the moment with no promise of tomorrow. A sexy vampire assassin whose secret sexual desire is a perfect match for his…skills.



His decision to give her exactly what she wants leaves them both hungry for more. But to delve into desires that might be best left unexplored, they'll have to overcome a pack of rogue demons—and possibly Satan himself.





Warning: This title contains graphic language, graphic sex and naughty fantasies of the sexually depraved.





Enjoy the following excerpt for Azazel:





Picking up Kelsey's scent was proving to be difficult. Paris was a popular vampire oasis. He'd been searching for her for days. Even now he could smell vampires as they mixed in with the humans, trash and car emissions.



The scent of vampire was strong. Growing stronger.