Book Blurb :
Burning alive is nothing compared to the heat of his touch.
Roasted at the stake as a witch, while her lover watches, Ysabel sells her soul to the devil in return for revenge. A fair trade until her ex-boyfriend escapes the bowels of Hell and she’s forced to team up with a demon to fetch the jerk back.
Remy’s seen a lot of things during his long tenure in Lucifer’s guard, but nothing can prepare him for the witch with the acerbic tongue–and voluptuous figure. Her mouth says ‘Screw you’, but her body screams ‘Take me’. What’s a poor demon to do when his heart makes things even more complicated by goading him to make her his, forever?
Before he can decide if his demonizing days are done though, he needs to catch the bad guys, save the girl and then find a way to convince her to love him and not kill him.
Welcome to Hell where you’re screwed if you do and damned if don’t. And just so you know, Lucifer’s got a special spot reserved for you…
Dolce Amore
Review:
Welcome to Hell, where the living conditions went beyond crowded, the jobs sucked, and the pay sucked even worse. It was like living in, well, Hell.
At the stake, while the man Ysabel thought he loved her watched her burn, she cursed him and all the ones who had participated to her death to go to Hell; and she sold her soul for that. She owes Lucifer five hundred years of service.
Thankfully, his idea of chores involved the menial kind; phone answering, filing paperwork, customer – AKA damned souls – relations. In other words, mostly clerical work, a small price to pay when it meant that those who had a direct hand in her burning would be punished eternally for their sin. Vengeance tasted beautifully sweet.
Close to the end of her contract, she discovers that five of the ones she cursed had escaped and she needs to find them fast, because at the time of her death, she will catch fire reliving the moment.
The burning will last one minute the first day, then increase each day by another minute.
In exchange of not post on HellTube a video of Lucifer doing the Macarena, he promised he will send her a tracker. But the tracker turns out to be Remy, a womanizing half demon, who just finished a few relationships because they found out about each other. And Ysabel is not trill about this.
I need a tracker, not a gigolo. What happened? Did your gig as a pole dancer not work out? Equipment too small?” She dropped her gaze to his groin and sneered.
A sudden, irrational urge possessed him to drop his pants, flip her over and show her there was nothing wrong with the size of his cock. “Anytime you want to measure my dick, you let me know. Naked.”
She bit her tongue before she asked him if he needed help with the big words.
“Do you have a name by the way? Or should I just refer to you as ‘that asshole’?”
“You can call me Remy, but, when I get your thighs around my neck, feel free to call me God.”
The attraction between them is strong, but Ysabel is a man hater; or demon or whatever. After all, her last lover let her burn at stake. Their first kiss is burning hot, and the part where Ysabel goes to Lucifer to complain about it is hilarious.
“I did not like it.”
“Liar. The tongue in my mouth said otherwise.”
“I was pushing yours out.”
“Then what were the moans of pleasure?”
“I did not moan.”
“Mmm. Mmm.” Remy closed his eyes and adopted a blissful expression with puckered lips.
It occurred to Lucifer as Ysabel raised her fingers that he might want to take cover.
“I am going to turn you into an imp,” she threatened.
“Touch me in a non-erotic way and I am telling you right now, I will consider it foreplay, and not only will I kiss you again, I will strip every piece of clothing from you, lick you from head to toe, and make you scream my name, not once, not twice, but three times as you come.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” she huffed, her eyes flashing with ire – and more intriguing to Lucifer, interest.
When Remy is caught by the last two souls, the man who let Ysabel die and his mother who caused her death, she has a terrible ally, her insane future mother-in-law.
Guess who let the five prisoners escape? It was King Matchmaker, aka Lord of the Pit, aka Lucifer, because of his project ‘Increase My Demonic Population’. It started so well, that he has plans for the next future couple, a demon and his psycho.
Incredible!!! Ms Eve Langlais exceeded herself with this book. Of the most of the other books I have some parts I love, but I loved every single little word from this book. Her magic dialogs left me breathless and left me with the desire of finding my own Remy. Although it would be hard for me to choose between all the heroes of her books; I guess I couldn’t have all them … or could I? They are perfect men, they have it all, including the romance.
She consumed all his thoughts, awake and asleep. His new mission in life involved learning everything about her – likes, dislikes. Did she sleep naked? Did she cry or cheer at the end of Old Yeller? Was she a snuggler? A folder or crinkler?
And the dialogs between the main protagonists, did—I speak of them?—so I will share some of my favorites … just some because I love all of them.
“Don’t tell me the big, bad demon is scared of riding a broom? Don’t worry, my passengers don’t fall off. Often.”
“Is everything about sex with you?”
“No. I also enjoy conversing about cunnilingus, masturbation, and the state of Hell’s eco system.”
“You, you –”
“Hot piece of demon ass?”
“No.”
“Brave soldier of Hell?”
“No!”
“Number one panty dropper in the Pit?”
“Would you stop that,” she screeched. “This is not funny. You dumped me in a pool. I could have drowned.”
“Nah, I was keeping an eye to make sure you bobbed up. I was pretty confident those big melons of yours would keep you afloat.”
“Don’t you do what you did to me again.”
“It’s called a French kiss.”
“Whatever. Try it again and I’ll –” Bend over and beg you to take me. Scream as you tongue my pussy. Fuck you until – “Argh! I hate you.”
I can’t wait to read the stories of Ysabel’s friends: a psycho – with anger issues that could only be resolved by killing things; a lamia – who went through men as quick as she shed skin; even a vampiress – who was allergic to human blood. I rate this breathtaking, impressive, extraordinary book the maximum I can, 5 stars.
Pubisher :Self Published
Source : Manic Readers
Released :June 10 2012
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