Soul of the Succubus

By Lila Shaw

After nearly four millennia, Yve, a succubus and harvester of souls, has finally met her quota. She must travel to hell to redeem her own from the devil who holds it in hock. Ta’avah, the hunky and charming minion responsible for luring Yve into sexual slavery, joins her for her redemption ceremony before an audience of ogling demons. The pair soon learn that deals with the devil are rarely settled to anyone’s satisfaction other than Lucifer’s. Only one weapon can trump those of the master of deception, but do Yve or Ta have enough humanity left in them to find and wield it?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Dec 8, 2013
• ISBN: 9781771300865

Lila Shaw

Lila Shaw is a writer of erotica and erotic romance with a splash of humor and a dash of horror.

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Copyright© 2012 Lila Shaw

ISBN: 978-1-77130-086-5

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

Editor: JS Cook

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

To my favorite trickster—Owa’a Teygu’u Siyam

SOUL OF THE SUCCUBUS

Romance on the Go

Lila Shaw

Copyright © 2012

Chapter One

I slip out of the men’s dressing room of Macy’s—nourished but sick, sated but empty from what I hope will be the last nameless tryst of my existence. My life has been an endless loop of quick fucks and clandestine hookups. I live for and because of them. But I hate it, hate being a succubus.

For millennia I have existed as a sexual parasite upon humanity. I take men inside my body, coax out their essence and thrive. I feel nothing for them other than a fleeting spark of gratitude at best, contempt at worst. I’m tired of it, all of it. No price is too high to shed the curse.

Now, I seek the one who owns me, to demand my freedom. I’ve fulfilled my part of the bargain—one million souls delivered. Tonight I travel to Hell and I’ll either return a free woman or I’ll be destroyed.

Not many realize one of seven portals to Hell lies inside the meat locker of Gold’s Texas Barbeque. The Golds know, of course, because it was part of Sol’s contract with the devil.

I enter the sparsely populated restaurant and butcher shop between the lunch and dinner crowds. A cacophony of jingle bells on the door announces my arrival. Sol Gold shuffles out to assist me.

Yve. Good to see you. He wipes his bloody hands on a towel looped through the tie of his apron. You need to use the portal or are you here for some of my world famous pulled pork?

Mmm, Gold’s pulled pork could tempt a Rabbi to sin. They also make a mean shrimp salad, to totally thumb their noses