Demon Dolan Ciar exists on three simple words: desire,
denial, and destruction. Every four years, he is allowed one night of earthly
passion to punish a deserving female. By the time he is finished, his victims
are left as willing receptacles for demons yet to come.
Since she was four, a demon has been the only constant in
Leora Desmond's life. He taught her how to seize control, to never give up, and
to take whatever she wanted. At twenty-four, her self-centered existence is
focused on one thing. She wants Dolan, and she won't be dissuaded.
A mistake brought Dolan to Leora. A promise bound him to
her. Returning once again to ask for his freedom, he is faced with Leora
demanding to be his next conquest. The ultimate retribution would be to take
from her the ultimate symbol of her selfishness…her orgasm.
Now, Dolan must decide if he can doom her to life in living
hell or face his own set of unearthly consequences, while Leora must choose
between her pleasure and her heart.
The Promise blurs the line between good and evil, desire and
love, and promises and commitment and will be in the Darkest Desires Anthology
from Hot Ink Press coming Halloween.
About the Author:
Kim Carmichael began writing eight years ago when her love
of happy endings inspired her to create her own. She has a weakness for bad boys and techno
geeks, and married her own computer whiz after he proved he could keep all her
gadgets running. When not writing, she
can usually be found slathered in sunscreen trolling Los Angeles and helping
top doctors build their practices.
Excerpt:
He ground his teeth together. "You destroyed my
existence." It had been four years since his last release, but still his
memory of that night hadn't faded. Though Leora wanted him then, he refused,
she released him and he completed his job with another female. His mind was not
with that assignment. No amount of torture or denial could satisfy him. His
pleasure was another's curse. Not that it mattered--humans were an
insignificant life form only necessary for incubation.
"For all I care, you can stand here with your hard-on
all night. It’s your decision how to use it." She slithered her hand down
his leg and traced the outline of his erection.
His cock jerked under her touch, sending heated need
throughout him. He knew she would be a beauty, but he made sure she would be a
bitch. She deserved this. He grabbed her face to ensure she caught his gaze.
"You will never know satisfaction again." He needed to remember she
was simply another human.
"Do you promise?" She narrowed her eyes and gave
him a squeeze.
He held himself steady, wouldn't give her any hint as to the
effect she was having on him.
"Yes, I do." He tightened his hold and waited for
her to officially accept.
"I want you, Dolan. I want everything you've ever
denied me. It's all mine." Her breath caught. "You're mine."
Success. Though they hadn't yet begun, his balls swelled
along with his need. Last time, he wanted her but saved her. By the time the
sun he never saw rose, he would be satiated and she would be broken. He reached
down to the tie on her dress and unknotted it, pulling the fabric apart.
"Then you shall have it." He bent down and buried his face in her
breasts to hide a smile.
Tonight he would take from her the ultimate symbol of her
selfishness. Her orgasm.
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