Title: Demon Heart
Author: Nicole Dennis
Publisher: Breathless Press
Genre: Paranormal erotic romance
Can a fire demon bound to a ruby necklace find a way to love?
Running errands before Halloween, Constance Morelli passes a window display and is drawn to a dazzling ruby necklace. Not quite believing the story behind the piece, but intrigued by the possibilities, Constance takes the jewel home, only to find herself in possession of a naked demon-hunk, bound as a sex slave.
After four thousand years of dealing with various mistresses in one sexual way or another, Aramir knows what to expect when he appears in the moonlight. Only this mistress is different. He’s fed, clothed, and treated like a real man. Not a slave. What is a bound demon to do with such a lady?
What I liked: What is there not to like? A great story with love, intrigue, and of course thrills! A woman who wants a bit of love in her life gets more than she bargained for with a ruby necklace. A whole lot more! She ends up with a beautiful man named Aramir with a story of his own. Turns out he was once a prince who rejected a woman who then found a way to trap him forever. Aramir became a sex slave for anyone who possesses the necklace, but he wasn’t counting on Constance to own it. Constance has more plans for him than he thinks. Aramir has never been treated this way by any mistress of the necklace. Will this beautiful fairytale have a wonderful ending? You’ll have to find out. Go pick this one up, its a short read, but a wonderful enchanting tale. I’ll warn you though…You’ll want your own ruby necklace! If you love romance, the paranormal and erotic stories, then this is the one for you!
“Holy cannoli, I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Constance ran a hand over hair that ran in wild waves to her shoulders. Her dark forest gaze looked around the quiet, empty backyard— somewhat secluded by the fence and huge old oak trees, climbing roses, and lilac bushes. Still, in a neighborhood as small as hers, she never knew when some old coot or horny teen stared out a window, binoculars pressed to their eyes to catch the latest gossip.
A cold nose against her bare skin gave her a bit of a shock. Then a soft whine.
She glanced down at the small chocolate lab and terrier mix she’d recently rescued from the local shelter and brought into her small home. Dropping a hand from where it had a chokehold on her white satin robe, she scratched one silky brown ear.
“Do you think I’m nuts, Cocoa?”
As a baker, what else could she name the little brown and white dog except her favorite baking ingredient? Chocolate. Luckily, it fit the little mutt to perfection.
The dog tilted her head and barked once.
Constance sighed. “Thanks. I’ll take that under consideration.”
The skinny tail swished and thumped against her leg.
Warmth flooded her chest from the ruby flame. It gave her strength to open the robe, lay it over the wooden railing, and walk down to the grass. The moon came out from behind the clouds, bathing her lawn with its pure natural light.
“This will either work or put me in the mental ward, Cocoa,” Constance said.
After a soft whine, the dog laid down, head on paws.
“Thanks for the support, girl.”
A little woof left the dog as an ear flicked in her direction.
Connie grinned. She cupped her hands around the necklace and lifted it from her skin. After another long inspection of the jewel, she watched the inner flame flicker under the natural light.
Would this actually work?
Standing nude in the moonlight, the necklace her only adornment, she closed her eyes, and recited the words.
There was no flash of light. No rumble of sound. The ground didn’t shake. No warm hands on her body.
Her eyes opened. She looked around.
Cocoa whined in question.
“Well, Cocoa, that was a whole lotta nothing. I feel like a complete idiot.” Constance moved toward the patio and snagged the robe. “At least I got a beautiful necklace out of the deal. It’ll go great with my outfit for the dance.”
She lifted it again, only this time, something was different.
The jewel was darker. It felt empty.
Cocoa growled, low and nasty.
“You called me to your bed, milady?”
Spinning around, pressing the robe to her front, Constance’s jaw dropped at the sight of the six-foot-three-inch naked male standing at the base of the porch. Not just any male, but a true blue hunk of walking sex.
“Oh my!” she squeaked.