Valerius is the Underworld’s greatest disappointment: an incubus bored to death by pleasure.
For Valerius, the act of seduction is tedious, the mechanics are messy, and the payoff is never worth the effort. He’s starving, wasting away in the mortal realm because he’d rather wither than endure another night of meaningless friction. He needs sustenance, but he needs it refined. He needs pure energy.
Then he meets Sir Kaelen of the Silver Order.
Kaelen is six-foot-four of holy muscle, righteous fury, and a vow of celibacy so strictly enforced it has turned him into a walking nuclear reactor of repressed lust. To Valerius, the Paladin doesn’t smell like a man; he smells like an all-you-can-eat buffet of white-knuckled restraint.
The arrangement is simple. Valerius uses his demonic senses to help Kaelen hunt the monsters plaguing the countryside. In exchange, Valerius gets to hover in Kaelen’s shadow, feeding off the delicious, intoxicating heat radiating from the knight’s pent-up frustration.
No touching. No seduction. Just pure, agonizing proximity.
It’s the perfect diet—until the nights get colder, the bedrolls get closer, and Valerius realizes that Kaelen’s resolve is starting to crack. The Paladin is looking at him not like a monster to be tolerated, but a sin to be committed. And for the first time in centuries, Valerius isn’t bored. He’s ravenous.
When the holiest man alive finally decides to break his vows, Valerius learns that the only thing more dangerous than a demon’s hunger... is a saint’s loss of control.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
For Valerius, the act of seduction is tedious, the mechanics are messy, and the payoff is never worth the effort. He’s starving, wasting away in the mortal realm because he’d rather wither than endure another night of meaningless friction. He needs sustenance, but he needs it refined. He needs pure energy.
Then he meets Sir Kaelen of the Silver Order.
Kaelen is six-foot-four of holy muscle, righteous fury, and a vow of celibacy so strictly enforced it has turned him into a walking nuclear reactor of repressed lust. To Valerius, the Paladin doesn’t smell like a man; he smells like an all-you-can-eat buffet of white-knuckled restraint.
The arrangement is simple. Valerius uses his demonic senses to help Kaelen hunt the monsters plaguing the countryside. In exchange, Valerius gets to hover in Kaelen’s shadow, feeding off the delicious, intoxicating heat radiating from the knight’s pent-up frustration.
No touching. No seduction. Just pure, agonizing proximity.
It’s the perfect diet—until the nights get colder, the bedrolls get closer, and Valerius realizes that Kaelen’s resolve is starting to crack. The Paladin is looking at him not like a monster to be tolerated, but a sin to be committed. And for the first time in centuries, Valerius isn’t bored. He’s ravenous.
When the holiest man alive finally decides to break his vows, Valerius learns that the only thing more dangerous than a demon’s hunger... is a saint’s loss of control.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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