Dance of Desire (Chains of the Incubi 1)

By Lily Green

THERE'S A HELL DIMENSION IN THE CITY

BEAUTIFUL, VULNERABLE YOUNG WOMEN WANTED

Under Cassie’s new apartment—under her university and city — demons plunder and punish their unsuspecting victims.
When young Cassie moves away on her own to attend the university, she finds new friends and a great apartment with both odd and wonderful neighbors. She goes to a cool club with friends and meets a gorgeous and sexy hunk she calls “Paulo” who dances great, pulls neat tricks with drinks, and makes her want crazy, wild sex.
But her drunken partying and sultry dancing with Paulo may have also created something else — she had become subjected to the attention of demons seeking innocent preys. They are all for the hormones, and she begins having lustful dreams that leave her exhausted and confused in the morning. She does not remember her dreams so it does not make sense to wake up in a mess, sweating, and feeling like she has had wanton sex.
But there are such things as too much. And dreams — even one with a gorgeous hunk and playful hands — supposedly can’t hurt you.
Can they?

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Then... he was just there—her dance partner. The gorgeous hunk with the magician’s hands materialized before her. He came out of nowhere and he was just there, staring down at her with his warm, heavy lidded, sexy eyes.
“What are you doing here?” he asked her, even when it was him who was in her room. She was awake and looking up at him with eyes pleading in need.
She wanted to fall into those sad eyes of his. He looked like he was in pain. But he smiled.
“I am sorry, but I am glad. You are my reward, Beautiful. Give yourself to me. You want me, don’t you?”
She wanted him, but she didn’t move since she was still wondering how to ask how he’d gotten in.
“You resist me?”
No, no, I want you.
He smiled. “Oh... I know you do. I wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t summoned me, Beautiful.”
Then he bent and he started to kiss her. She immediately kissed him back, and the kiss turned into something hungry and alive and fiery. His hands were both rough and tender as he explored her, as he did away with her clothes in wanting to reach her skin. She, too, tried to tear his clothes off of him. She wanted to feel him. She wanted his naked skin against her naked skin. She wanted to burn for him.
I need you... I want you...
“Yes, Beautiful?” He’d answered as if he’d heard her mind speak.

Other Titles in this Series:

2 - Nightmares and Illusions
3 - A Taste of Grace
4 - Thwarting Demons

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Sandra Ross
• Release date: Oct 26, 2013
• ISBN: 9781310742965

Lily Green

Lily Green is 41, divorced, and lives in Pacific Heights, San Francisco. She has two sons—Michael, 22 and Todd, 18. Lily has a dark past—she was adopted as a child by a well-meaning, homey schoolteacher and her husband, a bartender. Her adopted father abused her as a child, and in her late teens, she decided she had had enough and reported the incident both to her mom, and the local police. Her mother, instead of coming to her aid, decided to evict her. Lily, therefore, had to move into the city and fend for herself, working odd jobs to put herself through college. She married Howard, a fellow student, and father to both her sons. They parted ways when Todd was 3. Michael is in medical school—an intern—with a pre-med degree in Psychiatry. Michael resides in L.A. Todd is a student at San Francisco University, taking up Dance as his major. Both Michael and Todd are single. Her former husband is Howard, head of an architecture firm. Though he and Lily are estranged, he helps put the kids through college. Lily herself was a dance choreographer—and now teaches Development of Dance Techniques and Dance Theory—part time. She is known to date men several years her junior, as she finds most men her age or older to be “too serious” and “boring." She has a healthy appetite for sex, but finds getting into a serious relationship for long periods “a waste of time." She feels she has yet to find a man her equal both intellectually and physically. She does not believe in “love”—she defines relationships as a meeting of minds and a consensual approval of helping the other grow. Lily is into organic food and is a health and exercise buff (though mostly incidental—the exercising helps “clear her mind”). She is into “centering” and yoga. She has yet to give up smoking, though. She loves to shop but within reason. Anything excessive and lavish has to be justified, she feels. Lily is deeply into social work (she is a member of the local LGBT group as a generous donor for free HIV testing drives, among other advocacies.). She is also an advocate for animal adoption. She describes herself as “a city girl with a small-town heart."

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Dance of Desire

By Lily Green

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Chapter One

KAREN, what the hell is that?

Cassie pulled her fingers out of her brown hair where she'd shoved them in frustration. Karen walked to her, bringing with her the pungent smell of industrial strength bleach and super cleaner. Karen was the resident manager and caretaker. She perused the stain on the floor as Cassie finished putting the last part of her new bed frame together, then she crossed to open a window for fresh air.

I still have no freakin' idea, kiddo. Karen shoved her hands in her jumpsuit pockets. That's my last, best idea on spot removal and it's not even making one damn dent in it. Sorry. And I know the feeling. I had one of these in my apartment, too. Just figured the last resident manager had left it, which doesn't explain why she'd just bolted and left all her stuff, though.

Really?Cassie's expression said that was strange.

Yes. Really. My boss was vague and prickly on the subject. The company should've just kept her deposit, not all of her belongings. Who just leaves all their stuff and wanders off? Maybe she just cracked under pressure? Residents can be wicked odd. She sighed with annoyance, blowing wind through her lips like she was whistling. What could have made that thing?

Both young women stared at the large stain staring back at them from the corner of her new bedroom. It was big, and dark. It gave the feeling that it was crawling up the wall-of course it wasn't, how could it?-but it just got under Cassie's skin somehow.

She frowned at Karen.How'd you get rid of yours, then?

Karen shrugged. Didn't. Still there under a big rug my last boyfriend stuck me with.

Cassie stomped her foot in frustration.This place is new! Half the apartments aren't even lent yet. There was a janitor and resident manager here before you. How long could she have lived here?

The manager shrugged before speaking.Couple of months, maybe? Been here just a couple of weeks myself, Cassie. And to tell you the truth, I keep finding these marks throughout the building.

Everyone has one?!

No. But, Jimmy-down the hall and other side?

Cassie made a face, remembering. That man is distasteful, she thought.

"Well, Jimmy has one, too. But not the Carsons, that retired couple with the energetic redheaded little girl and boy? Or Ms. Samson, that wicked tough chick, who lets everyone know she's a die-hard celibate, abstaining from sex and all things carnal. Not a good conversationalist, that woman. But you didn't hear that from me. Karen sighed again.I have to check with my boss to talk with the owners to get with the builders, Cassie, but it keeps slipping my mind. I haven't been getting enough sleep. This is not right. Really bugs me and feels kind of nasty, you know?"

Yeah, and it ruins my design plans, Cassie said.

Karen nodded in sympathy.

Then she suddenly got an idea. Well, now I know what to do with this.

Cassie grabbed a rolled-up synthetic rug and rolled it out, covering the blemish. Both women moved it and made it flat, covering the part of the stain on the floor, but not the part staining up the walls at the corner. It was an ugly rug, too.

My grand auntie's, she explained. Insisted I 'christen' my 'first home away from home' with it. She said that it was accidentally drenched in holy water once and has been lucky ever since. I love her, but I hate this old rug. It still has a good sheen, though. I think it's made of rayon. They don't make that anymore, do they?

Karen almost shook her head, then shrugged, clearly not certain.

Cassie shook her own head, still not feeling the joy over the solution. She now had a spot with a louder spot on top of it. Plus, the original stain was staring back at them with malice from where it crept up the corner's walls.

Put the bed over it, kiddo, covers the whole damn thing. That's what I did downstairs. Diagonal in the corner, works the room better than squarin' it.

Huh. Let's see. They dragged Cassie's new bed frame over, then lifted it over the rug. Yeah. I think you're right.

Minutes later, they had the foam mattress on and Karen had to leave after her phone buzzed and she read the message.

Gotta go. Jimmy's got a 'drain straight into hell,' he says. Chuckling and rolling her eyes, she left.

Alone, Cassie dressed her bed then lay down on it for a little nap, glad to be out of that creepy motel with the neighbor who stood in his doorway and watched her every time she stepped outside. Or in a dorm, where kids-well, young adults-out on their own for the first time, acted like crazed hedonists all day, every day. She didn't mind a drink, sex, or getting a bit smashed on one or the other, but being smashed on both, perpetually....

Okay, her cousin's antics and horror stories about college life were turning out to be true. The stories of guys and girls