GUARDIAN OF THE DEEP – WYTCHFAE 2
Flossie Benton Rogers
A Succubus in trouble. A powerful undersea lord. He wants to spirit her away for a cozy lovers retreat. Can the couple leave danger behind?
Forbidden love in the fae realm…
The Succubus Layla has one job: to seduce dreaming men. Although emotional attachments are strictly prohibited, Layla has powerful feelings for the Guardian of the Deep.
Samael is a dark lord charged with maintaining order in his submerged domain. The Guardian is enamored of Layla, and they fuel their passion in his undersea home.
With forces stirring against them, the fae world becomes dangerous. Samael suggests a hideaway in the human dimension – a 1950 Montana ranch. Layla is thrilled. They can escape the threat looming over them, and she can indulge her cowboy fantasies with Samael.
When Samael disappears before their rendezvous, Layla’s dream turns to a nightmare. Peril is closer than ever. She must call on her deepest reserves and risk everything for the truth to come out. Is her love strong enough to hold the bond with her Guardian of the Deep?
The next time he blabbed nonsense she considered rude, she would cold-cock him instead of giving him a mere slap.
She giggled at the memory of red fingerprints on his cheek. It served him right. No one was entitled to criticize her vocation or what she gave of herself. It had been a long time since someone had insulted or denigrated her—she had sent that one to the Underworld right quickly—and she couldn’t reconcile in her mind that this time the missile came from Sam.
She fisted her hands. She had to get him back on track.
A growling stomach conveyed that her insides had shriveled to nothing, with yesterday morning’s croissant long gone. A burning desire for hot cheese penne with basil floated into her head, and she licked her lips in anticipation.
She slipped into the gold sandals she had glamoured clean, and opened the door to find Sam there with his hand raised, as if ready to knock. She eyed him coldly. “What do you want?”
“Supper’s ready? Wonderful. I’m famished.”
“Won’t be until you make it.”
She blinked. “You-you expect me to prepare your meal?”
“Old Sadie is under the weather and I am a hungry man.”
His glittery eyes boring into her reminded her of a jungle cat, and she instinctively knew what he craved.
He continued, “After all your—employer—did offer your services as a housekeeper.”
“Housekeeper, not cook.”
“I haven’t seen you do any housework yet, and food is what I need right now.”
It was what she needed, too, but she hadn’t a clue how to produce a meal. She took a deep breath and decided she might as well get it over with. She would probably burn the house down.
He eyed her suspiciously. “Don’t you know how to cook?”
“Of course I do. I can mince and sauté with the best of them.”
His brow furrowed. “Then let’s go, Layla, and get some supper up on the table before my gut hits my backbone.”
“Lead the way, boss,” she said, her tone dripping sarcasm.
His hand rested on her shoulder, and a slight smile creased his lips. “Cooperate with me, Layla, and we’ll get along fine.”
Her heart raced at his gentle touch and soft speech. Without further words, she followed him out of the room and down the hallway.
Entering the kitchen, she looked around in pleasure at the touches of turquoise on the counters and curtains. The word homey came to mind. It was very different décor from Samael’s undersea quarters, but reminiscent of his ocean colors.
As she glanced around, touching the wood and the gleaming surfaces, she made sure to exaggerate the sway of her hips. Bending over to inspect the interior of a cabinet, she sensed the heat of Samael’s gaze tickling her spine.
She could perform better seduction if she were not disgruntled, and this room could settle her down if only she didn’t have to worry about producing a meal. She sucked in a breath, vowing to concern herself only with Samael. A Zen-like feeling swept over her and brushed away the earlier off-kilter sensations. She allowed the Succubus energy to bubble up from her sexual center, surge up her body, and shimmer throughout her aura. She imagined the deep violet-red color that would be visible if they were not on the human plane. Her nipples tightened at the sensual heat.
She turned. The arresting sight of Samael in western clothes and boots curved her lips into a smile. He looked rough and tough and out of place in this domestic space, a wild stallion in a barn. He took a step forward.
She licked her bottom lip.
His intense gaze told her she was dessert and dinner didn’t matter.
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